When the biscuit fruit capable man watched the man in front of him destroy his love sword pretzel little by little, the sparks that kept exploding on his head began to explode, becoming more powerful than before, I don't know how many times, and at the same time, the biscuit soldiers who were broken by the Sith also began to be reborn, but when the Sith destroyed the long sword little by little, the Crier was already an army.

"Why am I on the Crane Stand, because my biscuit fruit has always protected me from being seen by others."

The man who had already shown his true face in front of the Sith touched his wrist, and after recalling the violent force that the Sith showed just now, even his hard biscuits were twisted in an instant, and beside him, countless soldiers who were exactly the same as before slowly blocked the sight of the Criqueer, and of course, the view of the Sith.

However, even with the Sith's sight closed, the Sith kept telling them of their master's presence in the inanimate things in front of him.

It's just that at this time, it still takes a certain amount of effort to cross this army of biscuit legions, and after spending a considerable amount of strength, maybe a huge time gap has been created for that guy to make more biscuit soldiers, and the two guys standing next to him now will not let the Sith wreak havoc all the time.

It's just that the Sith is looking at the three very familiar figures in front of him.

The three generals of the star Kataku chestnut, the thousand-handed acrylic stand, and the beauty of the Charlotte family, Smuji, the stickiness of glutinous rice, the crispness of the biscuits, and the sweetness of the juice, it is a very good dessert, no matter what, hehehehe.

The corners of Sith's mouth turned up, and a violent appetite began to burst out from the place of appetite in his belly, and finally it was the slightly embarrassing belly roar that appeared in the world.

"Your presence gives me the feeling of wanting to eat everything you've ever born."

Sith patted his abdomen, trying to suppress the appetite in his stomach, but instead the belly roared more and more intensely. And in fact, the Sith did the same.

The biscuit, which was originally harder than a rock, was stuffed into his mouth little by little by the man's attack on the glutinous rice ball launched by Katakuri, even if in the process, the biscuit soldier had a resistance action, but in the next moment, it was smashed by the stone stick in the Sith's hand, and the sticky glutinous rice that should have trapped the Sith's arm instead became a dipping sauce for the Sith to taste delicious juice, after dipping a little sweet food, With the mellow and peaceful taste of glutinous rice, it suddenly neutralizes the dryness brought by the biscuits and the excessive sweetness brought by pure juice.

"You guys are a perfect match, and it would be nice if there was still a flame to scorch it."

The Sith seemed to have seen something, and let out such a bland sigh at this time, but it was such an exclamation that made the dessert three generals in front of him have a feeling of rage, even if they still have a brother who has not arrived, it is not something that this man can tease so casually.

However, that brother was completely defeated because he failed to challenge this man before, and he was almost killed, and after he barely came back, he was removed from the dessert star.

"I started out with this trick just to catch it, but now, I've found that it's also a pretty good move to catch food."

The Sith looked at the huge cookie soldier who had slowly surrounded himself, and a flat smile broke into his face.

"Before, we needed to clear a flat field."

As soon as he said this, Katakuri used his own glutinous rice balls to take his siblings away from the man, even if it only took a few more moments for a few of them to break the man's siege.

However, Katakuri's sight and hearing told him that if the guy who tried to destroy this fortress that no one could break through at that moment, then the end result of what they faced would be that guy being beaten to death, with the stone stick in his hand, after all, what the guy wanted to do was enough to use his own feet.

The Sith stretched out his feet, and before the men were still rapidly moving away from his surroundings, the ground around him had sunk in greatness. However, the stone that flew out of the violent force pierced through the hardened biscuits that could have pierced through even steel.

"Such power!!"

However, before Katakuri could finish speaking, he had already closed his mouth, because in what he had seen and heard, he had seen his tragic death, no, it should be said that he and his younger siblings were close to death, and there was no difference between him and death, trapped by countless silk threads, pierced by silk threads little by little, and plundered everything in life little by little.

"Soul Hook Line, Line Sea!"

The Sith looked very indifferently at the stone stick in his hand that had become pitch black because of the armed color domineering attached to him, and watched the armed color domineering on the stone stick spread towards his fishing line little by little, and at the same time, with the spread of black, the former appearance of the fishing line was also opened by the Sith with his own armed color domineering, which was the sea kings whose meridians were kneaded into a tiny thin line after being stripped from their bodies by themselves, but, Now, the thin thread that had been blended by the Sith with great force and skillful force little by little regained its previous size under the expansion of the armed color.

"First of all, let's start with one now."

The Sith withdrew a silk thread that was completely covered by his armed domineering spirit from the countless silk threads, and with a gentle flick of his fingers, with the dancing of countless silk threads, the Sith shook the stone stick in his hand and threw the silk thread in his hand in an instant, but this time, the Sith was not targeting a few people in this place, because a few people in this place, as long as he wanted, they had already been caught the moment his weapon was completely deployed, And not now still be able to fight the weapon in your own hand against the weapon in your own hand.

However, this time, the Sith knew that his silk thread didn't seem to be getting the results he wanted. After feeling the Sith that hadn't weakened much, and was still hurrying towards where he was.

So, at this moment, the Sith shook the stone stick in his hand, and under the control of the violent force, the front of the stone stick in the Sith's hand completely spread out like a net, and the extremely dangerous silk thread seemed to expand in an instant, constantly piercing everything around it, except for those who constantly used all kinds of things against their weapons.

Sith sighed, lifted his head, and looked half-crouched at the old lady in front of him who had come to him in a furious, indifferent manner.

"It's been a long time, Charlotte Lingling, I heard that you gave birth to a child, and I came to give a gift to the child."

"Well, that gift won't be your death, Monchi. D. Francis, Lieutenant General of the Ghost ~~~"

The fat woman narrowed her eyes, acid began to flow from the corners of her mouth, corroding the ground around her, and the tall body appeared beside the Sith in an instant, sticking out its tongue and licking its lips.

"Ma Ma Ma Ma ~~~"