"It seems that I really underestimated you, Crockdahl......" The pheasant frowned slightly, did he still have combat power? The knife he had just now shouldn't have deviated, it was indeed a slash with a killing mentality, but it only took away an arm that was only half left?

How can it be......

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"So, how did you dodge it, without me even noticing......" The pheasant looked at Crockdahl, his eyes flashed, and he instantly had a feeling of sudden realization, "Domineering?"

"So, what color is domineering......"

"The known colors of armament, seeing and hearing, don't seem to be able to achieve this effect...... Is it the overlord color?"

"That's impossible, if it's overlord color, it's not that I haven't seen it, and your level is far from reaching the overlord color. Armed color, in an instant, he used his domineering power to build a shield that offset and slashed?"

"That seems to be it, Crockdahl, you've surprised me a lot!"

Muttering to himself, the pheasant's eyes as he looked at Crockdahl became more and more excited. Even though he is a naval admiral, Pheasant is still a martial artist, and the confrontation with the strong is something that excites him. Hidden beneath his iceberg is a heart as hot as a flame.

"Crockdahl, your strength has won my respect, come on, fight, attack with all your might!" The pheasant held the ice saber in both hands, held it high above the top, and an invisible momentum around his body gradually formed, and continued to climb like a substance, looking like it was merging into the ice and snow kingdom behind him.

"I will also give you the utmost respect and kill you here with all my might!"

"Hahaha! Funny, funny! Pheasant, do you know why the villain boss always loses at the last minute? That's because they talk too much nonsense!" Crockdahl looked at the pheasant and laughed weirdly, and the yellow sand around him swirled faster and faster, and the wind and sand rose and the wind became stronger and stronger, forming a huge hurricane with him as the center.

"Finally, have I become a righteous partner, pheasant......" Crockdahl was embarrassed, but he exuded high morale, "As you wish, let's have a final showdown!"

The cold wind roared and swirled, increasing his power. It is as if the most furious wind elements in the world are gathered here, showing the power and ruthlessness of nature to those who dare to look at the heavens.

Hurricanes at sea are different from tornadoes in the desert, although they are also amazingly destructive, but they do not have the characteristics of tornadoes in the desert that weather, destroy, and dissipate everything from dust. But hurricanes at sea also have their strengths, and that is the energy they contain.

In the sky, there was already the power of thunder and lightning caused by Anilu, and now with the churning of the hurricane of Crockdahl, those free thunderbolts were attracted by the hurricane and threw themselves into it, accompanied by the blowing of the gale wind, and the thunder and lightning visible to the naked eye swallowed it like a snake.

The god of thunderstorms and whirlwinds is the name of a hurricane in mythology.

Now, one of the legendary creator gods is roaring, devouring everything he can touch. The hurricane blew, and the ground frozen by the ice of the pheasant shattered, and the cold air was sucked into the hurricane circle, and then became the power of the hurricane, helping him to expand more unscrupulously.

The wind and sand were blowing violently, driving the already turbulent waves even more crazy. Wave after wave of sea water is constantly swept into the wind, and the water dragon brought up soars into the sky, and the momentum is so great that the sky and the earth are changed. The occasional thunderous explosion was no less powerful than Anilu's previous might.

And neither the lightning nor the thunder, nor the roar of the wind and waves, could hide the rampant laughter of Crockdahl.

"Going to the Chambord Islands is waiting for me!We're going where we need to go!New World!The road I'm destined to conquer by Crockdahl!Hahahaha......"

The words echoed one after another, as if they had crossed the shackles of space and time, echoing in the ears of Daz and the others. When the hurricane was triggered, the waves in the sea area where the Rainstorm was located were violently agitated, and waves continued to push the Rainstorm forward. The wind howled, and the sails of the Tempest swelled as if they were being pulled by an invisible hand, and disappeared into the sky like an arrow from a string. And the Merry was swept away by the waves one step earlier, and I don't know where it went.

Reckless and rampant, with life.

At this time, Crockdahl's strength seemed to have risen to a new level, and the hurricane it triggered seemed to be more powerful than when he faced Hawkeye.

Tianwei panicked, the hurricane at this time had already exceeded the limit of what Crockdahl could control, and how far the hurricane would develop after that was beyond his control. triggered the outbreak of the tsunami, and whether he would drown himself along is no longer a matter of Krokedahl's consideration.

As the famous saying goes, who cares about the flood after death?

The hurricane blows, and the eyes are as blind as they are. The green pheasant's clothes were hunting, and her long fluffy hair was constantly fluttering. In the face of the real power of nature, the pheasant has already put away its laziness and leisure, and its momentum is awe-inspiring, and it goes all out.

"Do you want to strike a decisive blow? Come on, Crokdal!" Although he is not like a martial idiot like Hawkeye, the battle spirit of the pheasant at this time is also surging like a madness. Scattering the ice saber in his hand, the pheasant turned into an ice cube giant, merging with the ice world around him. At this time, he is the cold ice, and the cold ice is him, and there is no distinction between them.

The fruit of nature is the time when it is truly natural, and it is the moment when the fruit is the most powerful.

The pheasant's body had been condensed into the ice, and his entire body had invaded the ice, and the power of the Devil Fruit was even more urged by him with all his might. The icy wind and the hurricane rubbed against each other, and the boundless cold air spread outward around him. Where the cold air and hurricane meet, there are constantly ice and frost storms colliding and annihilating, reaching the sky.

The whole space is like returning to the time of the prehistoric disaster in an instant, it is obviously noon, but it is cold to people's hearts, and the area centered on the pheasant has become a world of glaciers.

"Ice Age!"

"Doomsday Hurricane!"

The collision between a glacier and a hurricane is enough to break bones and muscles just by emitting energy. Just like the battle between Ace and Blackbeard, the island where Crokdal and Pheasant are located has been torn apart by the powerful power of the two, and the space they are in has been split in two. Half doomsday hurricanes, half prehistoric glaciers. This nameless island has witnessed the collision of the top forces in the One Piece world, and this island is destined to become famous in the world on this day.

I believe that no one who has never seen it can imagine such a picture. The kilometre-a-mile ocean was completely frozen, and the waves and tsunamis were frozen into static ice sculptures. Even if the sea is still choppy beyond the range, it cannot change the world of glaciers.

What's even more frightening is that in the sea of glaciers, the tsunami with a height of more than ten meters is completely frozen in mid-air, and the towering of a huge spiral icicle of hundreds of meters adds the word miracle to all this.

Ice Age, the strongest move of the child, can freeze everything within a kilometer in an instant when launched with all its might, not only on the surface of the sea, but also on the wind. Although it can't last long, it can still be frozen instantly.

The initiator of the hurricane tsunami, Crockdahl, hidden in the eye of the storm, also became part of the ice sculpture at this time. In the abstract hurricane ice sculptures, the pale faces come to life, but they lose all life, and they are as sluggish as dead people. And the unwillingness in his eyes did not disappear at all because of freezing, but became an eternal moment because of this, which brought a particularly strange feeling to the pheasant, and even made him have a feeling that he couldn't look at him.

"Bang!", the hurricane shattered, and the frozen time was over.

Crockdahl, at the center of the hurricane, fell weakly from the sky like a rag bag. Although the wind was frozen for a short time, the ice that froze him was able to hold on for at least three days. The ice that enveloped Crockdahl fell in front of the young man along the passage left by the hurricane's shattering.

I don't know for what purpose, the young man who was supposed to watch the ice fall into pieces, but he unusually caught Crockdahl and put it on the ground, looking at Crockdahl's stiff face with complicated eyes.

"Poof......

I don't know if it was because of the previous injury caused by the pick-up of Crockdahl, or because the load of the ability was too great, the young child spat blood again, and then lay down on the ground softly.

"Oops, yes, I've vomited up months of blood today......" Lying on the ground, looking at the sky that was bright again, the young man laughed at himself.

The sunlight shines down and reflects the dappled light through the crystal clear ice, which is really a good time to take a nap......

Turning sideways, Qingzhi looked at Crockdahl, who was frozen into ice in a fighting posture, and laughed self-deprecatingly, as if he was talking to Crockdahl, as if he was talking to himself: "Oops, this battle is unexpectedly difficult...... What to say, Crockdahl......"

In other words, I lost, right? Qingzhi turned over and sat up, holding his chin cross-legged, looking at Crockdahl's unwilling and hideous face, "From the time you suddenly came out to block it, to the last thing I almost forgot to do to fight you...... So, when I get over, I can't continue to trouble them, right? Sand crocodile......"

"Really, how can you say hello? When did the crocodile actually have a heart of pity?"

Or ...... Do you really think you can beat me?" Qingzhi grabbed the messy hair that grabbed his sideburns, and looked at Crockdahl with a smile in his eyes.