Time seemed to stand still in an instant, and everything was slowed down a thousand times by Crockdahl's senses. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info and he was even more surprised to find that he seemed to have time to think about a lot of things.

He could see the starlight gradually brightening up and converging to a point, which was the fingertips of Kyung Eun getting closer and closer. And Qing'en fingers have completely become indescribable, bottomless darkness. That's the use of armed color domineering to harden the fingers. Otherwise, with the power of his move, regardless of the effect of the attack, the fingers will dissipate if they take the first step.

He could also see the heavy sword shadows brought up by the human long knife, and the sword qi that escaped from it continued to cut through the air, making all kinds of sizzling sounds. Unlike Sauron, a swordsman at the level of a human no longer needs to charge or use his special move to emit sword energy, but can burst out with sword energy in ordinary slashes.

In the same way, he can also "see" Piero who is attached to him, firmly fixed himself with his domineering body, and the surprise and fear of that moment.

Piero had a hint of retreat in an instant, and even if this thought existed for a short time, it would subconsciously make him relax for a moment.

And this momentary loosening gave Crockdahl a chance. He struggled to capture the fleeting sensation, to harmonize his spirit with that state......

At the moment when Piero relaxed, power suddenly burst out of Crockdahl's body. This force is not the brute force of the flesh, but an indescribable sensation, as if it is a shock from the soul.

Whether it is the navy or the people of the capital of the seven waters, at this moment, their thoughts fell into a blank. It's like a fragment, and it's completely impossible to know what is really happening at this moment.

Trance comes and goes quickly.

But even if it's only 0.5 seconds, Krokdahl has made him realize what it means to be truly powerful.

There is only one word to describe that feeling, who else is me?! It seems that everything exists like ants in front of them, and they are the supreme controllers, controlling their life and death. It seems that any thought can make them disappear from the world.

That's how it feels!

This sense of power-filled exuberance far exceeds the pleasure of nothingness that Piero gives.

It was also after this moment that Piero and the others returned from the state of fragmentation, a rather vast and grand artistic conception came out from Crockdahl, as if they had been awakened from their slumber by the giant beast, which made them tremble.

Rumble!

In the silence, there seemed to be a tremor.

A violent aura centered on Crockdahl erupted violently, like the roar of a giant beast, venting the anger in his heart.

The aura burst out, and Piero, who bore the brunt of the attack, couldn't resist being overturned even if he was wrapped around his domineering body. At the same time, his body was drying up at a rate that was almost visible to the naked eye.

Immediately after, the sniper bullet that broke through the air seemed to pierce into the realm exclusive to Crockdahl, and it was difficult to move forward in this aura. With each point of progress, the bullets seemed to wear out a little, and even when they were still half a meter away from Crokedahl, they were completely ground to ashes.

"Huh?" The pheasant, who was watching this battlefield from afar, couldn't help but let out an exclamation. The wide mouth was difficult to close, and the expression on his face had long since lost half of his laziness, but turned into a solemn color.

"That's what it is...... Is the true meaning of the rustling fruit?" the pheasant's face was cloudy, and he subconsciously rubbed his chin, "Have you already touched the highest level of ability, this growth speed ......"

Not to mention the thoughts that swirled in the pheasant's heart, at this time, the aura that burst out of Krokdal turned into a cyclone, spreading and sweeping away in all directions. Countless grains of sand poured into the cyclone like milk swallows into the forest, adding to the majesty.

The cyclone flew sand and rocks everywhere, destroying the deck of the battleship and turning it into sand. This is the consequence of the power being too strong to control. It's like a hurricane passing through, the destructive power is amazing, and it reveals a sense of vastness like returning to the ancient wilderness.

For a time, people who were a little farther away could only throw themselves on the ground, lying on the deck, looking for anything that could grasp and load themselves on the ground, struggling to support themselves.

And the flying yellow sand, in the more and more violent rotation, became a yellow dragon, soaring into the air. The dragon roared and roared, and the sound was so great and terrifying.

The situation is changing rapidly, even faster than the weather of the Great Voyage, and I am afraid it is second only to the face of a woman.

This time, from the victory in the hands of the clouds, to the side of the navy. However, the so-called bow did not turn back, and Qing En and Youren attacked and sent out, but there was no room to take it back. The attack that he thought was certain to hit hit the dragon made of yellow sand. The power, which had no time to retract, instantly severed the dragon's body, and then completely dismembered the entire dragon.

The shattered dragon lost its restraint on the yellow sand, and suddenly spilled down one after another, like a torrential rain formed by sand.

However, Kyung Eun didn't feel any lighthearted. Crockdahl's ability is sand, and as long as they are in the sand-covered range, they are in absolute danger!

The thought turned like lightning, and before Qing'en and the others had time to move, they were suddenly covered by the pouring sand rain. The next moment, the sudden pulling force made several of them irresistible, and they were swept into the air.

Although the pulling force is strong, in the usual state, they will not be so embarrassed and powerless. But at this moment, Kyon and Yuto are in a state of stiffness after letting go of the ultimate, and Piero has not even broken free because he has turned into leeches, so just like that, the three of them tragically reunited in the air again.

And beneath them, the yellow sand gathered together again, and a giant dragon seemed to be about to form again. Although it was impossible to distinguish the scales and claws at this time, he could roughly see the angry huge mouth, facing the three people in the air.

If it was said that the hidden dragon was not used before, at this moment Crockdahl is like a dragon leaping into the abyss, faintly restless, and may fly into the sky at any time. It's just that after the flying dragon is in the sky, whether the dragon will have regrets, but it is unknown.

The center of the yellow sand, the root of all this, Crockdahl was already in rags at this time, and he looked like a dashing brother in the One Piece world, completely subverting the law in this world that clothes and hairstyles are not broken or messy.

Maybe it's because he's not the protagonist, but at this time he's real, the center of everyone's attention.

On the battleship, the navy and the shipwrights, either actively or passively, tacitly stopped. On the surrounding sea, the rest of the warships that had completed the encirclement also stopped one after another, paying attention to the battle situation here. In the air, the three lieutenants retreated far away at the moment when their aura exploded.

Maybe this is the sadness of a fantasy world like One Piece, even if there are many people, but the difference in rank can wipe everything out. If the three vice admirals can't resist Crockdahl, the rest of the navy will only be the courier brother who delivers food to the door, and vice versa.

Luffy, Zoro, Sanji......

The Straw Hats, the Navy, all those who have a desire for power, those who have a thirst for desire, all clenched their fists, and their burning and unwilling eyes are fixed on Crokodahl.

No one spoke, and everyone stared intently at Crockdahl without blinking. Even if the latter looks extremely embarrassed, his body is full of holes pierced by Piero. But at the moment, Crockdahl is the target they have to catch up. The tall figure, which was nearly three meters tall, became like a mountain, firmly engraved in their hearts.

"It's a feeling...... This ......" his lips trembled, and Robin murmured silently. There is a faint trace of special brilliance in his eyes, and there is a trace of attachment and excitement.

Crockdahl's back made her feel reassured.

Isn't peace of mind what she's been longing for for so many years?

Robin smiled.

No one saw her smile at this moment, and no one noticed her current state. But she knew that this was her most peaceful and happy moment. It's also the most sincere smile I haven't seen in a long time.

As everyone watched, Crockdahl shook his arm, his eyes wide open, and he roared silently.

Under his feet, bursts of sand and dust pulsed, with a special rhythm, as if gaining the breath of life.

For a while, the sand and dust in the sky were flying, like a sea of clouds.

The sand and dust rolled, and the yellow sand that surged up from the sky suddenly meandered like lightning, rushing towards the air. The first is the huge mouth that opens open, like a dragon devouring its prey.

At the same time, in the treacherous dust and smoke, there was a faint sound of wind and thunder. The thunder was hoarse and low, and there seemed to be a faint glow flickering in the meantime. In the blink of an eye, the wind and clouds changed, and the sky and the earth suddenly turned yellow.

The dragon comes out of the abyss, accompanied by wind and thunder!

The flying dragon is in the sky, and there are clouds and mist with it!

Although it is known that this dragon is made of sand, in the eyes of everyone, it seems to be the kind of mythical beast that only exists in fantasy, and it really appears in the world.

The wind is howling and the thunder is rolling!

This is not an illusion in everyone's hearts, let alone the power derived from Crockdahl's ability, but Akula Ragnar, the tsunami that plagued the people of the Seven Waters City and was unwilling to join the carnival lonely!

The sea shook suddenly, and the layers of waves were stacked and stacked higher and higher, which can be described as burning the river and boiling the sea. The strong shock made everyone, including Crockdahl, shake and almost fall.

And before they could react, the surging monstrous waves suddenly stirred up. The rolling water vapor spread in all directions with the waves, sweeping across this sea area.

The tsunami is coming!

The sea seems to be swearing sovereignty, and it uses its unique majesty to tell Crockdahl that this is the ocean, not the place where the crocodiles of the desert should come!

The waves were monstrous, and countless undercurrents surged and rolled, and under the impact of each other, many whirlpools were suddenly formed on the sea surface. Some are fleeting, while others are expanding......