"Even though you're short, do you have to use a weapon that only a tall person can use?" Fenamore stood up, his momentum suddenly becoming heavy.

"I've already reminded him, but it's the second time I've mentioned the word 'short' in front of Fenamoray, is this guy an idiot?" Feeling the momentum of Fenamore's rise, Iwaliu looked at Seigor with pity, and said in a low voice: "Fenamore is really angry this time, that guy...... You're going to die, right? ”

"This little imp has become dangerous." Saigniol Pique also felt the change in Fenamore's momentum, but he didn't pay too much attention to it, because in his opinion, he had already mastered Fenamore's flaws and had won the battle, and the next thing was just a matter of time to determine the winner.

Thinking like this, Saigniol Peake grinned at the corner of his pacifier, and then sank to the ground, sneaking from the ground towards where Fenamore was.

Fenamore stood in place, holding the naginata in his hand beside him with one hand, the heavy momentum on his body was still rising, this powerful momentum made the air around him distort, from a distance, through this distortion, Fenamore's body that was only eighty centimeters tall actually gave people the illusion that he was eight meters tall.

"Hahaha, little ghost, I caught you again......" Seignior Peake came out of the ground and was about to reach out to hug the motionless Fenamore, but as soon as he came out of the ripples, he saw the tall Fenamoray in the twisted momentum, and he was stunned for a moment.

Sou!

Fenamore's figure flashed, and instantly appeared in front of Señol Pique, his gaze just met Senniol Pique, who felt as if he was shocked by the domineering aura of the overlord, and he lost his mind for a short time.

"I have always believed that whether a person is tall or not should not be judged by height, 'heart' is the most important criterion, so as long as the heart is tall enough, then even a person of short stature can become a giant in the eyes of the world!"

"Let me show you."

"Even if I'm short, I can use tall sword skills!"

Fenamore's voice was like thunder, and the twisted tall figure slowly raised the naginata, and when Fenamore raised the naginata, his figure continued to grow in the eyes of Señol Pique, until the naginata in Fenamore's hand was cut off, his figure had become like a mountain in the eyes of Sennior Pique, countless times taller than the giants.

This shock, which extends from the psyche to the visual, even makes Senniol Peake forget about resistance.

"Heart Shaking Knife Technique, High Mountain Upward Stop!"

Fenamore slashed down with a slash, leaving a wound on Señol Pique's body that stretched from his left chest to his right crotch, and a large amount of blood gushed out of the wound.

"Does the mountains look up?" The pacifier in Saigor Pique's mouth fell, and with the last of his strength, he looked at Fenamore's tall figure in the twist, and muttered, "It's really shocking...... Tall knife technique! ”

With that, Sañol Peake slowly lost consciousness and fell directly to the ground.

"It's amazing, your sword skills are still so shocking, even I was shocked by this kind of actually thinking that you are really tall." Iwaliu clapped his hands and exclaimed.

"Shut up!" Fenamoray scolded the rock stream and then looked at the SAD factory and said in a deep voice, "Don't be careless, this war has just begun." ”

"Hey, I see." Iwaliu hurriedly waved his hand, and then asked, "I heard that the person stationed in this factory is a cadre of the Don Quixote family with natural abilities, should we go in and help Kukai?" ”

"No," Fenamore shook his head and said, "Even if the opponent is a natural powerhouse, Kukai won't lose, we just need to guard the gate of this factory." ”

"Also, that guy is a real 'swordsman' now, in terms of swordsmanship alone, even Gambi can't win against him, how can he be defeated by a mere natural ability." Iwaliu said approvingly.

In the factory, it was already a cold and snowy land at this time.

This is the battlefield between Kukai and Monet, whose arms have been condensed into wings by ice and snow, flies high in the air, and with the help of his wings waving at high speed, snowballs shaped like white rabbits are instantly released from the tips of the feathers of the wings, and they are smashed towards Kukai below.

"Snow Rabbit!"

Snow rabbits crashed down from high altitudes towards Kukai, and their weight and speed brought a piercing sound of breaking the air when they fell, which shows how powerful they are.

Kukai raised his arm, and the famous knife in his hand 'volleyed' turned slightly, and the blade exuded a sharp edge.

"Sky Sword, Three Styles, Thunderbolt!"

Whew!! ~~~

The volley sword in Kukai's hand flickered, and the sharp slash was like a flash of thunder light between those snow rabbits, and then those rapidly falling snow rabbits were all split into two in an instant.

After slaying down those snow rabbits, Kukai changed his posture, shook the volley in his hand horizontally, and then swung his sword with all his strength at Monet in the sky.

"Sky Sword, One Style, Blue Bird!"

The cyan slash was like a giant bird's long song, and flew towards Monet gorgeously, Monet waved his wings to dodge, but the blue bird was faster, swept past her left wing, and directly cut off Monet's arm and ice and snow wings together, and blood splattered all over the ground.

Monet, who had lost an arm, was pale, unable to maintain her balance and almost fell from the sky, but fortunately, she used her ability to condense the ice and snow wings again in time to stabilize her balance.

Monet's arm fell at Kukai's feet, but Kukai didn't even look at it, and the grim expression on his face didn't even change a bit.

For the enemy, even if it is a great beauty like Monet, Kukai will not have mercy.

Kukai's sharp eyes were staring at Monet, and the sword momentum in his hand changed again, only to see him hold the volley tightly, and then turn his wrist, the famous knife in his hand also rotated quickly with his wrist, and the sharp slash condensed with the rotation of the blade, and finally formed a hurricane-like airflow.

"Sky Sword, Two-Style, Wild Land!"

Kukai aimed his spinning arm at Monet in the air, and the hurricane-like slash in his hand roared out towards Monet.

"igloo!"

Monet looked at the slashing hurricane that swept towards him, his face was shocked, and then he waved his wings to change form, and the wings condensed by ice and snow turned into thick walls of snow and wrapped his whole person.

Boom! ~~~

Monet's igloo made snow and ice as hard as steel, and Kukai's hurricane-like slashes continued to slash on it, leaving only deep scars, but not completely cutting them.