Sailing: Weapon Fruit, I Rub The Flow Blade With My Hands

Chapter 246

Boom

With the cross-crescent, like a terrifying beast with bared fangs and claws, it roared wantonly in the sky of the South China Sea, venting its terrifying edge of destroying everything.

The sea of ​​clouds on the dome was reduced to ashes.

The sky above the South China Sea was cloudless.

Only the cross-crescent with a black thunder and a brilliant golden light was left to accompany the brilliant sun suspended in the sky.

Of course.

In addition, there were overwhelming impact waves, like the end of the world, covering the sky, setting off a sword storm that covered the sky and the sun, and sweeping the sea, rolling up huge waves of hundreds of meters high.

After a while, the cross-crescent with black thunder and accompanying the sun began to dissipate.

The storm that ravaged the sky and the sea began to subside.

The surging waves also returned to calm.

When the sky and sea of ​​the South China Sea returned to normal, two black shadows suddenly descended from the sky, and they landed directly on the island fragment where Djorakol Mihawk was lying.

Clang

Half of the pitch-black blade pierced the ground obliquely.

A hilt connected to the other half of the broken blade fell on the side of Djorakol Mihawk.

The world's strongest black sword.

Night.

Cut off.

The black sword, which symbolizes indestructibility, was forcibly destroyed and broken into two halves in front of Rosen's powerful outfit, Crescent Cross Charge.

"..."

Djorakol Mihawk looked at his saber, which was also the highest masterpiece of a great swordsman. The black sword, Night, was broken into two halves and fell in front of him. An expression of disbelief appeared on his face.

In the past, he didn't know whether the black sword could be cut off, but now he knows it clearly.

Because the facts before him have told him that even the strongest black sword in the world can be cut off.

After witnessing this scene, Joracol Mihawk was even more shocked and unacceptable than being defeated by Rosen.

As a great swordsman, he reigned at the top of all swordsmen.

As a saber, the Black Sword Night stood at the top of all weapons.

As a result.

His swordsmanship was completely destroyed.

His black sword was broken in front of him.

At this moment, the worldview and pride of the great swordsman were almost completely destroyed.

"It seems that the black sword is not as indestructible as the legend says."

Rosen glanced at the Black Sword Night that was broken by his own hands.

The world's strongest black sword.

A black sword of the supreme great sword level.

It was completely destroyed, and there was no reluctance or pain in his eyes.

Just because Rosen knew very well.

The black sword is not only the dream of all swordsmen in the Grand Line, but also the dream of Djorakol Mihawk.

Only by breaking the dream of the world's most powerful swordsman can the cold and arrogant Hawkeye be given a collar.

Djorakol Mihawk stood up with difficulty.

After a short rest, he, who was only in his early thirties and at the peak of his physical condition, showed amazing recovery ability.

Before, he even staggered when he stood up and could only support himself with his hands and knees.

Now, he not only stood up, but also walked quickly to his black sword, holding the handle in one hand and half of the blade in the other.

"Sorry!"

"If I could have held you in my hand all the time and not let you fight alone, you would never have been cut off."

Djorakol Mihawk looked at the cut-off black sword Night in his hand, and his voice revealed strong unwillingness, heartache, anger and regret.

In his opinion, the black knife was cut off, which was an ironclad fact.

But if he, as a great swordsman, could hold the night and continuously transfer the domineering power to the black knife, the night would never be cut off by Rosen in the case of fighting alone.

So, he hated his incompetence.

Let the night, which had become a black knife, become the only black knife cut off in the history of the Grand Line.

It was obviously the strongest black knife in the world, but it was burdened with great shame.

"Oh?"

"You mean, as long as you hold the night, it will not be cut off by me."

"Is that so?"

After hearing what Joracol Mihawk said, Rosen's eyes flashed with a hint of amusement.

"Yes."

Although Joracol Mihawk knew that everything was a foregone conclusion, the ending was doomed from the moment he failed to hold the black knife Night and let go of the knife, but he was still very unwilling.

He didn't want himself, or Ye, to bear such humiliation.

The black knife was cut off.

Whether it was for a swordsman or for a supreme sword, it was an indescribable shame.

This also made Joracol Mihawk hate his own incompetence in his heart and feel extremely regretful.

If it happened again, even if he died in battle, he would not let go of the black knife Night.

"Okay."

"Since you think so and want to start over again, I will fulfill your wish."

"Let you have another chance to change the fate of Night being cut off."

After reading all the thoughts and emotions of Jorakoll Mihawk, Rosen chuckled and called out a name in a low voice:

"Bankai."

"Kannon Kai Hongji Kai."

A long-haired woman with limbs like a puppet appeared behind him, and the two Zangetsu in her hands also turned into a Zanpakutō.

That is, Hongji's Bankai.

Apart from the long-haired woman behind him, Guanyin Kai Hongji Kai looked like an ordinary Zanpakutō.

But when Rosen held Guanyin Kai Hongji Kai, casually slashed at the broken knife in Jorakoll Mihawk's hand, an incredible scene appeared.

Because after being forged into a black knife, the weapon becomes indestructible and difficult to be re-forged, and there has never been a precedent of a black knife being cut off and repaired in the past.

Even if all the best swordsmiths in the world were found and all methods were exhausted, it would be impossible to repair a cut black knife.

But now.

Rosen just waved his hand and the two halves of the black knife were reconnected and completely repaired.

Except for a thin invisible stitching mark on the black blade at the previous break, the black knife, Night, is exactly the same as before it was cut off, regardless of hardness or sharpness.

This point was clearly felt by Joracol Mihawk, who held Night in his hand and forged Night into a black knife.

"How is it possible?"

"The cut black knife was actually repaired as before."

"Although there is a trace of mending, the quality of the knife is no different from before it was cut."

Joracol Mihawk clenched the black knife Night in his hand. He rarely changed his expression, but his face was very complicated at this moment.

There was astonishment, disbelief, excitement, and ecstasy.

However.

All these emotions and expressions soon disappeared because of Rosen's words.

"Don't be happy too early."

"The repair of the black knife may not be something worth laughing about for you, but the beginning of endless despair."

Rosen's words woke Joracol Mihawk up.

Yes!

The repair of the black knife Night is certainly worth celebrating, but his situation has not changed at all.

However, because of his vigilance, he subconsciously tensed his body and immediately found that the chest that was originally in great pain no longer felt any pain.

At the same time, he also did not feel any fatigue or weakness.

"Not only did you restore the night to its original state, but also my body?"

Joracol Mihawk could not help but look down, and then he found that the two deep cuts on his chest that could see the bone had disappeared, leaving only two traces of stitching that were the same as the black knife's repair.

Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, and when he looked at Rosen again, his eyes changed again and again.

What kind of monster is this?