Pirates: At the top of the game, Demon Barrett

Chapter 146

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“Dreamback!”

As the thin sword fell, hundreds of meters of black and red sword energy connected in the air to form a stern ancient castle. , crashed down.

boom! !

Two extremely powerful armed domineering forces entangled and collided in the air, clashing wildly.

The air was like a curtain being lifted, with circles of oscillating ripples visible to the naked eye.

“Smash bunt!”

Zefa stepped on the moon step and suddenly flew up. His two fists, one big and one small, blasted out like a gust of wind, sending fist shadows all over the sky and hitting Ryder.

The rapier in Ryder’s hand also turned into an afterimage that filled the sky, constantly slashing and stabbing, colliding with Zefa’s fists.

At this moment, a raging cold current fell from the sky, rushing like a waterfall, and sprayed towards Ryder.

“Ice waterfall burial!”

Above the head, Qing Pheasant opened his hands and sprayed a surging cold wave downwards, freezing the air in an instant and forming white ice crystals and layers of ice.

Ryder slashed Zefa’s mechanical arm with his sword, and with the force of the counter-shock, his body quickly retreated to avoid the cold current coming from the head.

Swish swish swish!

Groups of golden light bullets penetrated the void, completely blocking his way back.

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In front of the broken road, Kizaru, covered in blood, had an old face, crossed his hands, and shot out dense light bullets.

“You’re making me a little embarrassed, Ryder.”

“Eight-foot magatama!”

Ryder’s face darkened.

There was Zefa before.

Then there is the yellow ape.

There are blue pheasants on it.

There is no hiding!

The oppression brought by the three general-level combat forces was as heavy as a mountain roaring and a tsunami.

No one can remain indifferent in the face of such a siege.

Neither can Whitebeard, Roger, or Rocks!

At the critical moment, time seemed to be stopped in Ryder’s perception.

The thin sword in his hand seemed to be slow but fast. He stood up in front of him, like a baton held by a conductor, spinning and slashing out lightly and quickly.

“Fantasia of the Night.”

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