Chapter 617: God-like man, the white of the sword emperor!

The island of swordsmen, low in the sky.
A shining thunder pillar descended from the sky and went straight to the steamed bun.
But the steamed bun was still unhurried and disappeared into the distance. The lightning pillar smashed down and knocked a hole into the ground.
When I look at the steamed bun, it has moved to another position.
Is the speed faster than lightning?
"Is the joke a bit overdone?"
Although Huang Yuan's tone was as slow as usual, a look of jealousy flashed in his eyes.
This was the second time in his life that he had such a look. The first time was when he was fighting Thunder in the Chambord Islands. This was the second time.
He would never believe that there are people in this world who can be faster than lightning and light.
"Young boy, have you been kicked by the speed of light?"
While speaking, Huang Yuan had moved to the front of the bun, his right leg turned into a beam of light, and fell down towards the bun.
But Mantou didn't move this time, and the sword behind him didn't know when it appeared in his hands. It lay horizontally on the top of his head, easily blocking Huang Yuan's kick.
When Huang Yuan saw Mantou's calm eyes, an emotion called "fear" rose in his heart.
He is light, but he is not as fast as the person in front of him; his own light waves can flatten an island, but he can't help the person in front of him.
Kaido and Bigumam are not his opponents.
Huang Yuan himself, as one of the three great generals, has never seen or even heard of such an existence for forty to fifty years.
This man--
"No knife flow, wind pressure!"
Just as the yellow ape was hesitating, a hurricane broke away from the steamed bun and directly blew the yellow ape out.
It seems that Mantou didn't mean to kill Huang Yuan.
"This guy, is it a or a monster?" Even Karp couldn't help but murmur like that.
Does this exist in the world?
At this time, the navy and the pirates had a complete truce, watching the steamed buns floating in the low air.
Compared to the three big generals, the four emperors, and the seven martial arts, seemingly talented people in the air are the most dangerous.
Lei Yin suddenly remembered something, and said to Hankong, "Hey! Bai, are you Mr. Bai?"
Bai, born in New World Jianhao Island, master of "Wandering Sword King" Gris, titled Sword Emperor.
He is a legend, known as the White of the Sword Emperor.
"The White of the Sword Emperor?"
"Isn't that just a story?"
"Are you kidding?"
"It must be nonsense. If he lives to the present, he will be close to two hundred years old."
"Hey, you have seen it just now, isn't it a dream? If you have such strength, this age is not strange, right?"
"Are you sure we are not dreaming?"
The navy and the pirates below were talking about it, and some people even doubted whether they were illusions.
When Lei Yin mentioned Gris, Hawkeye's brows frowned slightly.
He remembered the battle a few years ago.
One day, Gris came to Krai Kana Island to find Hawkeye to challenge.
The two fought for two days and two nights, regardless of victory or defeat.
That battle is also known as the legendary battle.
Because of his superb swordsmanship, Gris wandered around and did not fight for his name, he was dubbed the "Wandering Sword King".
So is the master of the swordsman who fights against the world's best swordsman?
"Under Jorakl Mihawk, see Lord Bai, please advise."
Seeing the strength that Mantou showed just now, Hawkeye also believed that this person was white, and stepped on [Yue Step] into the air.
Hei Knife·Ye slashed a green light, and it approached the front door of Mantou.
"The strength is okay, but the speed is a bit worse."
Mantou vomited such a comment, and the three-foot straight-edged sword swung down.
When the two swords collided, Hawkeye felt a tingle in his mouth, and his whole figure flew out like a paper kite with a broken thread.
The world's strongest swordsman, "Eagle Eye" Jorakl Mihawk, lost!
Maybe he is no longer the number one in the world.
"Hahaha, something interesting!"
The white beard drank boldly, raised his fist, the air was broken like a mirror, and the force of shock spread.
"Heaven Dog!"
"Urgent mouth!"
The red dog and the green pheasant also stepped up on the moonwalk, and the magma and ice also came towards the white.
"Blast Flame Sword!"
The head of the Three Plagues, Jin, waved two demon-like wings ascended into the air, and a dozen-foot-long flame wrapped around the blade of the sword, headed down towards Bai.
Almost all the imperial deputy-level pirates and lieutenant admirals also shot, countless attacking moves hit Bai Yiren.
At that moment, time seemed to stand still.
The energy of destruction will be covered in white in midair.
High winds, thunderstorms, ice, flames--
These are all top attacks in the world.
Bai did not move.
At that moment, it seemed to him really still.
With a move of his mind, the three-foot straight-edged sword instantly turned into thousands of swords.
Bai himself seemed to be like a king bathing in that sword mountain and sword sea.
"Ten Thousand Swords Return to Zong!!"
The swords flew out one after another, and immediately resolved all the attacks.
Everyone who rushed into the air was also shot down.
With the movement of Bai Mind, all the sword blades were directed at the ground, raining down.
Thousands of identical swords condensed into substance.
But the strange thing is that all the swords were stuck on the ground and no one was injured.
This amazing technique made everyone stunned again.
In other words, if you want to do nothing, you can kill all the people here with just a gesture!
Whether it is the three major generals, the four emperors or whatever, his strength is the level of ants compared to him.
It's really that person, that legend.
He is the White of the Sword Emperor!
Roger, Baibeard and others are all juniors in front of him.
"Please give me face, leave my hometown, don't destroy it here. If any of you don't fight enough, I'll be here to accompany you."
The tone of Sword Emperor's White remained unchanged.
But at this time, his words were already persuasive.
In front of him, the four emperors were vulnerable.
No one is willing to touch this mold.
At this time, both the navy and the pirates put down their weapons.
The best way to stop a fight is to have a stronger force than both sides of the fight.
At any time, power is the best voice.
People returned to their boats, and the battle ended.
No one dares to mention the historical text anymore.
When Lei Yin returned to the ship, he found a large drawing on the deck.
Lei Yin picked up the drawing and opened it. It was full of text that he couldn't understand.
This is actually a rubbing of the historical text.
Bucksjot and Robin also showed joy.
Anyway, this trip did not come in vain.
Below the historical text, there are a few more lines.
Brother Lei Yin:
Thank you for inviting me to dinner. It is fate that you and I meet. This is in return for your kindness, I hope you like it.
--White
That's right, Mantou is the White of the Sword Emperor.
This rubbing is what he gave to Lei Yin.
The White of the Sword Emperor is mysterious and powerful, like a god, and his legend has been circulating--
(Acknowledgements at the end of the volume)
PS: This volume is dedicated to my eldest brother in the group [Bai] for your continuous support, thank you!