The final holy war, evil?

Everyone's eyes were turned to the young man who stood in front of Dorag and the others at some point. Wulao Xing's mouth just widened and he was at a loss.

Hiliu and Ain looked at each other, shrugged helplessly and left Wulaoxing's side, walking to the navy's camp.

 "Mo······Mo······Mo······"

The curly-haired Five Old Star looked at Moen, his hands kept shaking, but he was unable to say a complete sentence.

"Master Wulaoxing, good morning, the weather in the Holy Land is still good today~"

 The morning sun shone on Moen's face, and he felt a little helpless.

I originally thought that I would temporarily seal myself in the first round and wait until the final power of the World Government emerges before coming out. However, one Im made it difficult for everyone to move forward. If they don't come out, all the revolutionary people will die.

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 The gravel was lifted, and Im patted the dust on his body and walked back to Wulaoxing.

 "You betrayed me, didn't you?"

Looking at Im, whose face was still calm, Moen could only spread his hands and said, "Lord Im, I have never been on your side from the beginning to the end."

Im raised his hand, and a slight "pulling" sound was heard. Moen's pupils shrank, but he still had a calm smile on his lips.

 "Iron!"

　　Boom!

Smoke of gunfire was everywhere, and the expressions of Dolag and others who had just recovered suddenly changed. With their eyesight, they couldn't tell that Im was using the most pure "finger gun and flying finger gun" among the six types.

 It's just that this power...

Is it a bit too big?

 When the smoke cleared, Moen reluctantly tore up the clothes he had turned into a beggar's outfit, leaving only a pair of pants.

 "What a terrifying Six Styles, Shining·Smashing Kick!"

 "Iron block."

　　Boom!

Im looked at the disappearing Moen, without wavering at all. He raised his hand to block Moen's kick with golden and silver light.

Looking at Im, whose body didn't even waver, Moen also felt a little troubled.

"If my guess is correct, the Six Forms should have been taught by Im, and he uses the Six Forms that are most suitable for him and are also the purest!"

Zefa stood aside. He was extremely powerful in physical skills and was also extremely proficient in the six movements. He expressed his guess very seriously.

When he learned the Six-Stage practice method in the navy, he was astonished. This is the most powerful physical technique that can only be developed after studying the human body to an extremely thorough level!

 There may be many physical masters in the sea who do not practice the six postures, but those who have practiced the six postures to the peak are definitely the famous physical arts masters!

 Rob Lucci is a typical example of a strong six-style physical arts master!

The Cat Fruit and Leopard Form only brought him an increase in physical strength and strength speed. He did not develop the rest at all, and all his energy was spent on the practice of the Six Styles.

This also allowed Lu Qi to ignore the four years of undercover waste and catch up with the first echelon of his peers in just two years!

"The person who first developed the Six Styles? His name is quite scary~"

Kizaru touched his arm and tried to smile, but he couldn't.

Now among them, is there anyone who can really deal with this kind of monster?

 In the battlefield, Morn watched him attack for a while, but Im was not hurt at all, but also had a headache.

Yimu, who has been practicing for eight hundred years, has used his strength to understand what it means to be as stable as a mountain and what it means to be as fast and powerful as thunder.

 He is not the kind of opponent who can be defeated with cunning tricks!

 "Thunder."

Im clenched his fist, and a colorful light rose in his hand. Then thunder exploded in the sky, and pale thunder as thick as a warship fell from the sky!

 "Stop!"

Whether it's a smile that's seen and heard, or a soldier at the lowest level, they all feel a fatal sense of depression!

Feeling the destructive power in the pale thunder, several generals joined forces to block the pale thunder summoned by Im over the battlefield!

 "Hey, hey, hey, it's true, this is not fun!"

Morn curled his lips, not even Lyrella could do this!

Is it possible that the so-called King of Heaven is in the hands of Im!

Aokiji kept creating ice walls above his head, Kizaru dispersed the laser light in an attempt to break down the thunder, and Akainu followed through on the idea of fighting to the end, constantly using magma to fight the thunder.

The rest of the people also used all their cards. Sengoku once again transformed into a golden Buddha. Although Fujitora did not attract meteorites, he shattered the red earth continent with one sword and controlled countless gravels to rush toward the thunder.

Hiliu took a deep breath, and a slash that exceeded a hundred times the level passed through the ice wall, thinking about splitting Thunder in two!

Morn stood in front of Im to prevent him from intervening.

 The thick thunder was gradually decomposed bit by bit and finally dissipated.

 "very nice."

There was a hint of admiration in Im's tone, as if he was able to take action to deal with that thunder.

It is true that for Im, who controls the King of Heaven, that thunder is as simple as pinching it at random, but for others, it is a terrifying force that can destroy an island or a country!

"I think they would feel very honored to be praised by you." Moen spread his hand and raised Im's hand.

"If I can make you feel honored, I might be happy."

Imgujing Mubo's eyes looked at Moen. If possible, he really didn't want to kill Moen.

Even Moen has made it clear that from the beginning, he was not aligned with the World Government.

The faces of the five old stars who had been pushed to the edge of the battlefield turned red. They really didn't expect that the subordinate they had been most optimistic about was actually an undercover!

It can now be explained clearly why the revolutionary army has an intact [Pluto] in its hands!

　　Why did every previous operation against the Revolutionary Army fail? Even dealing with a Nine Snake Island was so difficult!

Of course, Moen did not answer this question.

 "Are you going to find that adult?"

The blond Five Old Star asked in a low voice.

The bodies of the remaining four people trembled for a while. The curly-haired Five Old Star had a bitter look on his face. He turned around tremblingly and saw nothing.

 "No need, it's already here..."

　　咻!

The rapid sound of breaking through the air spread, and everyone who had just joined forces to resist the pale thunder felt goosebumps, and then a sense of weakness spread throughout their bodies.

"What the hell!"

Akainu stretched out his hand, but no lava erupted. The cigar in his mouth was bitten into pieces, and he half-knelt on the ground with his hands on his chest.

The situation of the green pheasant next to him was not better than him. All the frost that originally covered the surface of the body had dissipated, leaving only a head full of sweat.

"I...I...I can't feel the power of the Devil Fruit anymore."

 Fujitora leaned on the ground with his staff and sword, his tone full of bitterness.

In the Holy Land of Mariejoia, except for the ordinary soldiers who didn't know what was going on, all those with Devil Fruit abilities fell to the ground with their chests covered or knelt on the ground with difficulty.

 "What is this stuff······"

Morn took a deep breath, took out a cigarette and lit it.

 In front of him, a huge vine tree composed entirely of black mist was twisting its branches crazily!

 In the eyes of others, this thing cannot be seen!

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