The sand shattered, the fist shattered all around, and under one punch, nothing could stop it.

Rigidity and softness collide, and it is rigidity that wins in the end.

As soon as he reached the extreme, a punch exploded, countless times more terrifying than the bear's pressure cannon, and smashed into Klockdal's body, and he knelt down, bowing his head and gasping.

The sand splattered all around, blood dripping into the yellow sand, and he turned pale and stared at his shoes.

The cloak was blowing in the sea breeze, and he was no longer arrogant.

The undulating chest couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, and his body was about to fall, but Klockdahl grabbed the ground with both hands and sank deep into the yellow sand, stabilizing the emptiness in his heart.

"It's so strong."

Sighing from the bottom of his heart, with one punch, he doesn't need extra attacks, he has to kneel down.

All defenses seemed weak in front of him, and he raised his head and stared at the man in front of him who didn't even hold a knife, was this contempt for him?

"Damn, how can Lao Tzu fall."

It was an insult to him, and I fell down before the knife was held, and he could never face him again.

"Stand up for Lao Tzu."

With both hands strained, the body arched, and the swaying body swung a few times, finally standing firmly.

He wiped the blood and bared his teeth and sneered: "Lao Tzu can continue to fight." ”

"How could Lao Tzu fall."

The bear next to him wiped a handful of sweat, he was a little worried that Klockdahl would fall, and in the future, I am afraid that he would not even have the courage to face him.

Fear, once in the heart, cannot be removed.

"What's going to happen to him next?"

In the eyes of Marco and others, Klockdahl's behavior is undoubtedly the end of the crossbow, just a hard end.

"It's useless, daddy's horror, you don't know."

After going through those big battles, they knew how terrifying Daddy was, and once Daddy was angry, the heavens and the earth changed.

Natural Devil Fruit is very good, in front of Daddy, useless.

Three-color domineering user, one fist, enough to make you human.

"Little ghost, you can still stand up." Whitebeard said, "Do you want another punch?" ”

"Hmph, don't think that Lao Tzu will fall, Lao Tzu will not fall." Klockdahl pointed at Whitebeard and roared loudly: "If Lao Tzu doesn't defeat you, he will definitely not fall." ”

"Ambitious little ghost, Lao Tzu is waiting for you to defeat Lao Tzu."

"Damn."

"Heavyweight sandstorms."

Enhanced Sandstorm, bigger and stronger.

The whirling sandstorm is not bad if it is not tertifiable.

Klockdahl attacked with all his might, and after the sandstorm, it was his Sandstorm Vajra Treasure Knife, pointing at the white beard with both hands, and a series of knife lights flew out.

Then he rushed over, using his moves to hide his figure and take advantage of the opportunity to sneak attack.

Whitebeard's beard shook, his right hand clenched into a fist, and a layer of white light shrouded it, moving slightly.

"Click."

The sound of glass cracking spread, and the space turned into a broken mirror with countless cracks.

Touching the sandstorm, in an instant, the yellow sand shatters and falls into the sky.

The sword touched, clicked and collapsed, and all the moves looked weak in front of his fists.

Then his fist fell downward, sharp and fast, and in the blink of an eye, the ground shook.

There were huge ripples in the ocean, which spread out until far, far away, before merging into the sea.

Klockdahl's body appeared on the ground, and his fist smashed into his back, and the whole person lay on the ground, dented in the middle.

Picking up his fist, Whitebeard lifted Klockdahl's body, put it in front of his eyes, and laughed: "Little ghost, that's all? ”

The sleeping Klockdahl suddenly opened his eyes, and his right hand quickly reached out, trying to grip Whitebeard's fist and absorb his water.

The cold light in Whitebeard's eyes shone directly, and his left hand clenched into a fist, falling coldly.

"Bang."

The fist slammed into his chest, blood spurting out, and Whitebeard ducked.

The outstretched right hand stopped in mid-air, then pressed down on his chest and roared loudly.

"Ahhh

Pain, endless pain struck, and Klockdahl couldn't help but shout.

Grit your teeth and don't let yourself continue to lose your temper.

With blood in his mouth, Klockdahl stared gloomily at Whitebeard, and the surrounding mud and sand began to coalesce, enveloping the two of them.

"Desert sunflowers."

The sand began to flow, slowly, and Whitebeard looked down with a furrowed brow.

Is that the case again?

"Well, that's not right."

The sunken quicksand, surrounded by a thick layer of yellow sand, swirls around the two to form a huge circle.

Like a sunflower, it blooms at its most beautiful.

"Ahem."

"Buried."

Desert funeral, this is the biggest trick Klockdahl has made at the moment, bury Whitebeard.

"Hmph."

Whitebeard pinched his neck hard, ready to finish him, but who knew that Klockdahl took the opportunity to kick him away, let go of his hand, and disappear from sight.

"Boom."

The huge sunflower was buried in an instant, burying the whitebeard underneath.

The quicksand continued, and after Klockdahl went out, he accelerated to control the speed at which the quicksand sank.

After the explosion, the yellow sand flew all over the sky, and Klockdahl breathed a sigh of relief, was it done?

I didn't dare to be sure in my heart, and when I looked up, a knife cut horizontally, and the light flickered.

"I'll go."

For a moment, he could only retreat, but he didn't have the idea of attacking.

After dodging the blade, he still felt very dangerous, and sure enough, the knife light chased after him, and he crouched down and dodged.

With his hands pressed on the ground, quicksand whirlpools appeared around, one, two, three, four, five, six whirlpools, surrounded Whitebeard, wanting to bury him at once.

"Haha."

Whitebeard held his long knife and sliced through the ground, swirling under his blade, slashing in two.

The left hand clenched into a fist and bombarded the void, and the cracks filled.

The surrounding peaks, the sea, there was a violent trembling.

The ground was tilted, poured into the water, Klockdahl kept fleeing, attacking, quicksand floating in the air, his body constantly attacking like a rabbit.

"Arc Moon Dune."

"Desert Vajra Sword."

His attacks are all long-range, and he doesn't dare to get close to the past.

Within the range of Whitebeard's long knife, close to the past, I just want to die.

"Lao Tzu won't let you cut Lao Tzu."

The experienced Klockdahl had found the most suitable way to attack, and he thought he could delay it forever, but he underestimated Whitebeard.

Whitebeard has the ability to divide the battlefield, even if you fly into the sky, he can still crush you.

"Boom."

One punch and smash around.

A quick step, came to him, swung a knife, slashed.

Klockdahl dodged, dodging left and right, and every time he was almost hit, he was careful to deal with it, dodging when it was time, using the sand to attack.

All the attacks, when they came to him, became wilted.

(End of chapter)