The breeze blew, bringing with it the smell of the sea, and the smell of blood that was disgusting. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoOn the sea, all kinds of predatory fish are constantly killing their prey. Tiger sharks, which usually kill each other, are also united and help each other. Because there are so many prey in the sea.

Dozens of pirate ships with hundreds of people were destroyed, and only one in a thousand of them were able to get on board again, and most of them were reduced to the food of the monsters of the sea. Even among the groups of carnivores, there is a huge shadow of a sea king.

However, whether it was the school of carnivorous fish that had been stimulated by the bloody qi, or the sea kings who were the overlords of the sea, they were all thousands of kilometers away from one place. The place was a temporary island made up of shipwrecks. As time passed, the island continued to sink into the sea little by little.

Not far from the island, two tall figures stood opposite each other, a large leaking warship at their feet, and the pirate flag on the mast proved that it belonged to the Creek Pirates not long ago. On the other side, a small raft in the shape of a coffin floats quietly on the sea, and white candles burning like green ghost fire are inserted on both sides. Obviously, this is one of the Seven Martial Seas, the car of "Hawkeye" Mihawk.

Those two people who stand opposite each other are none other than the "Hawkeye" Juhokiel Mihawk, who is known as the world's No. 1 swordsman, and the "Sand Crocodile" Crockdahl, who is also known as the Seven Martial Seas.

Mihawk was standing at the top of the shattered battleship, his robe open, revealing his muscular body and the small golden cross on his chest that constantly reflected the light of everything around him. Mihawk slowly pulled out the black knife he relied on to become famous, and looked at Krokdal condescendingly, his eyes as sharp as an eagle like his name.

"Sir Crockdahl!" Hawkeye's voice wasn't too loud, but it accurately reached Crockdahl's ears, "As the Seven Martial Seas, you already have the qualifications to fight him - one of the twelve supreme fast knives, the strongest black knife in the world, and the chaotic blade heavy flower T-black knife night." ”

"Haha! Wouldn't I be honored? Can 'The World's No. 1 Swordsman' admit that I am worthy of being his opponent? Crockdahl stood on the deck of the ship, and beneath his feet was a sea of sand, which was constantly being replenished.

"I don't know why you're provoking me, but...... Be ready to accept the consequences of provoking me! Mihawk's magnificently carved black knife, like a gigantic cross, pointed at Crockdahl, the sword was so strong that the blade was pitch black, as if it were about to suck all the light in, and the moment the blade stood upright, the sea seemed to be dark.

"Hahaha...... Consequence? The last thing Lao Tzu is afraid of in this life is to bear the consequences! Crockdahl pulled out a thick cigar, rubbed it on his coat, and laughed as he sipped it, letting the smoke block his vision. At the same time, the last grain of sand had already fallen to his feet.

Crockdahl had a contemptuous expression, and looked at the expressionless "Hawkeye" Mihawk with a provocative gaze, which seemed to be contemptuous, but looking at the sand around him that was constantly moving slightly, it was enough to show that he was actually extremely vigilant in his heart.

"Hawkeye" Mihawk is the person who became the Seven Martial Seas earlier than him, and he is the only opponent he doesn't know the depth, only a few times he has seen, and the other party has not made a full shot, but just looking at his name as the world's No. 1 swordsman, no one dares to question it, and he is not a person to mess with. And he also has a great friendship with one of the four emperors of the three major forces, the "red-haired" pilgrims, and I heard that he has fought against them, and the results are unknown. All of this made Crockdahl have to go all out.

"Come on, Hawkeye......" Crockdahl muttered, puffing out a puff of cigarette and deciding to strike first.

The Seven Martial Seas prohibit infighting, but this is only a rule on the surface, and the navy that fights and kills in private can't control that much, as long as there is no irreparable situation.

In fact, the Seven Martial Seas have a lot of filth with each other.

"Desert Blade!" Crockdahl waved his hand and unleashed a Desert Blade, a blade made of extremely fine sand that sliced through the air and flew swiftly towards Hawkeye. The blade passed by, leaving a crack in the deck that had been broken by the wind pressure.

The blade struck in front of Hawkeye in the blink of an eye. However, there was no movement from Hawkeye, but the blade had already broken through the air, and it was unknown where it had disappeared. Hawkeye, on the other hand, suddenly moved a few steps to the side when he couldn't make a move, dodging Krokedahl's attack as if he was teleporting.

"Crockdahl! I don't think we need these tentative things in the battle between you and me, right? Hawkeye's piercing gaze pierced Crockdahl.

"Haha...... Then, I won't do all this useless work! Let's take it! Crockdahl responded with a smile. But the shock in my heart is not a lot at all, although it is indeed a temptation, but I didn't expect the other party to resolve it so easily. From this point of view, although he has always been vigilant, he still underestimates the strength of Hawkeye.

Crockdahl roared, and the sand around him slammed up, winding around him, turning into a dragon in the air, and lunging towards Hawkeye. The dragon is so vivid that it even has the majesty of a dragon. The dragon's mouth opened in rage, as if it were roaring, intent on devouring all creatures that dared to challenge him.

"Oh? That's a bit of a head...... No need to waste time, come on! The eagle's eyes were sharper, and the black knife waved, and he said proudly.

After speaking, the eagle-eyed black knife was drawn, and a visible air flow led the dragon that was about to pounce on him to the side, and the dragon passed by, and the wind brought up made his robe fly, with a unique style.

Hawkeye swung his knife to divert the dragon's attack, then leaped high, and with the force of the fall, slashed at the dragon before it had time to turn. The black knife suddenly appeared, as if it had become countless times huge, and it slashed directly at the salon with its earth-shattering might.

As the sword flashed, the sand flew, and Sharon's body was cut off in an instant, and it seemed to be broken into two pieces. But then, Sharon's body twisted, and he broke away from Hawkeye's attack range and pounced on Hawkeye from the air again. And the damaged body was also replenished by the sand at this time.

"Haha! Interesting! I didn't expect this long worm made of sand to be so hard! Hawkeye gently moved a few meters sideways, dodging another blow from Sharon. Sharon carved a hole in the boat beneath her feet from his side, almost clinging to his body, forming a temporary fountain.

"When my sand gathers together, it can be harder than steel because of its density! Ha ha! Crockdahl laughed as he controlled Sharon to attack again.

Sharon danced his massive body, roaring and flying towards Hawkeye again. Hawkeye wanted to repeat his old trick, but he didn't expect that when he had just dodged Sharon's attack, many spikes protruded from Sharon's side. As the sharon moved, it was like a flying array of knives.

"Is it just steel?" Hawkeye roared, and the black knife stood up, slashing the spikes into dust with a single slash. Then the knife slashed towards Sharon's massive body. I saw that between the black knife and Sharon's body, sparks flew everywhere, but it did not damage Sharon. It seemed that Sharon's body had solidified a lot.

"If that's it, then let's give it a try!" With Crockdahl's roar, Sharon jerked back in the air and pounced on Hawkeye again, just as Hawkeye had just blocked Sharon's attack and had no time to turn around.

If he were an ordinary person, he would have been swallowed by Sharon at this time, but he is Hawkeye, the world's number one swordsman. I saw that Hawkeye didn't look back, and the black knife that had just swung away because of blocking the attack was diagonally behind his back.

Sharon's attack was accurately blocked, and Sharon flew diagonally along the blade into the sky because of the force of the impact, and another blow was useless, just knocking Hawkeye forward more than ten meters.

Then, no matter how Sharon attacked, he couldn't hurt Hawkeye in the slightest, but Hawkeye didn't seem to be able to break this "pet" of Crockdahl, the Desert Dragon.

After a few more rounds of entanglement, the force of Sharon's impact was no longer as strong as it was at the beginning, and Crockdahl began to get a little impatient, and then he let out a low cry, and a small whirlwind formed in the palm of his hand.

"Desert Vajra Sword!" Crockdahl threw a cyclone, which turned into four blades that were significantly more powerful than the Desert Blade as it flew out of his palm, striking at Hawkeye from different directions.

The four blades are fast and slow, either straight or roundabout, but they always linger around Hawkeye without attacking, like a crocodile in the water, lurking and waiting.

Suddenly, Sharon was bounced off by Hawkeye's blade and shot straight into the sky, and then the force struck Hawkeye straight from the air. When Hawkeye raised his knife to block the direct attack from above, the four blades attacked. In an instant, Hawkeye was completely encased, leaving no room to dodge.

"Hahaha! Desert Thorns! As if that weren't enough, Crokdahl plunged his hand into the sand beneath his feet, and when his power activated, he saw many huge spikes burst out from Hawkeye's feet. At the same time, small thorns continue to grow on the stingers, and branches are growing on the small thorns...... Like a forest of thorns, it winds around the eagle's eye.

It seemed that in an instant, Hawkeye was in a dead end, and Crockdahl's attack did not leave any space for Hawkeye to escape, all he could do was make a hard connection. However, it seems that Hawkeye does not have the slightest panic, and his eyes are still sharp, like an eagle falcon.

Looking at Hawkeye's still calm expression, Crockdahl's eyes narrowed slightly, and for a moment he stared at the black knife in Hawkeye's hand, the Chaotic Blade Heavy Flower T-word. He knew that if there was any change, it would be on this black knife that he couldn't grasp. Next, you will see the true strength of Hawkeye, right?

However, will it be his full strength, and how much strength can be forced out of such an attack?

Crockdahl is a little hard to determine.