The remaining knives then rose into the sky and disappeared.
"What's the use of you holding that broken knife?"
Kuro said, "Why not catch a better one?"
The knife that Chuanzang was gripping tightly was very old. The handle and guard, which looked like brass, were rusted. The scabbard was black, but it was also tattered and seemed to be a hastily put-together scabbard rather than a matching set.
The only thing worth noting is that the sword is very long; it's a large katana.
Chuanzang looks to be about 2.5 meters tall, and this sword looks to be about the same size as him, but it is not as thick as a greatsword; instead, it is very slender.
"Hmph, hmph hmph hmph..."
Chuanzang lowered his head and suddenly laughed: "I didn't want to either. I didn't want to use this knife. I can't control it either, but I have to use it to deal with you."
He raised his head, and a strange red light appeared in his eyes.
"Do you know why I'm so thin? I'm clearly strong and have a commanding presence, so why am I so frail..."
He slammed the knife down, raised one hand to grip the hilt, and braced his foot against the scabbard.
Click.
He pulled the blade out a little, revealing a worn-out blade full of nicks and chips.
However, the moment the blade was revealed, Kuro smelled blood.
It wasn't that the knife was stained with blood, but rather that it exuded an aura of blood.
Or rather...
murderous look!
Clang!
The scabbard was flung away, and Chuanzang drew the sword completely, revealing its true form.
It was a long, broken sword with many nicks on the blade and the whole body rusted, but the moment it was drawn, all the Marines except for Kuro felt a chill all over their bodies and couldn't help but shiver.
"Blood, so much blood!" a navy officer exclaimed.
From the moment the knife appeared, it seemed as if a large amount of blood gushed out and spread outwards.
Kuro frowned, carefully sensing the aura of the sword, and clicked his tongue, saying, "No way..."
"Did you sense it? As expected of a renowned swordsman."
The crimson in Chuanzang's eyes began to spread throughout his pupils, and his originally quite black hair began to turn white from the ends. At this moment, his body also became even thinner.
"This knife sucks blood. Its desires are endless. If its desires cannot be satisfied, it will turn on its master. First, it drains my physical strength, and when that's not enough, it drains my life force. I am like this because of this knife, but in return, I have gained power!"
"This knife has no master, and no one has been able to wield it until now. Everyone who encounters this knife will become its puppet! Until its hunger is satisfied, it will only engage in endless slaughter!"
Chuanzang raised his head, his pupils were completely red, leaving only a little white, and his hair had turned white to the roots.
As if introducing his master, his voice became hoarse and low at this moment:
"One of the twelve Supreme Grade Swords, the cursed sword 'Raki'! Feel the carnage, Marines!!"
His pupils were completely filled with crimson, and his hair, at this moment, was as white as a sheet of paper.
"ah!!!"
Like a raging beast, Chuanzang roared towards the sky, the sound shaking the very air.
An endless aura of blood emanated from him, enveloping him in a faint red mist.
The wound that Kuro had inflicted on him was beginning to heal.
That's not a skill, that's the nature of a knife.
Just like the 'Enma' from Wano Country, which can absorb a person's Haki, these 'demon swords' have strange and unusual abilities.
But now it seems that this move is even more dangerous.
Kuro narrowed his eyes: "The killing intent has materialized..."
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