In front of Tom's shipyard, the situation is deadlocked as the two confront each other.

Although Klockdahl wanted to teach Mihawk a lesson, he hesitated a little considering the men he had collected over the course of a year; Mihawk is even more reluctant to take the initiative, he has only one person, and it is difficult to stop Klockdahl, who is a natural person.

Although they didn't shoot directly, the two kept fighting with their breath. The slaves behind Klockdahl felt as if they had been cut by a knife over and over again, while Tom and the others felt that the cells all over their bodies were crying out: thirsty, drink water.

As time dragged on, the field in front of the two men was in shambles, with cracks and slashes evenly distributed in the center between the two.

"Hmmm! What are you two doing here, get out of here. And, Tom the Fishman, right? Come with us. Spendam arrived, leading his men to stand on the edge between the two. He was very surprised by the confrontation between the two Seven Martial Seas, but he was very happy to ignore them and directly found the target of this trip.

The sand dances in the sky, and the sword qi is vertical and horizontal.

What had been a peaceful situation was suddenly broken by Spendham, and Mihawk and Klockdahl moved at the same time.

"Arc Moon Slash!"

Klockdahl's arm turned into a giant crescent-shaped sand blade, slashing out horizontally in front of him, making it impossible to avoid it. The tail of the sandblade inadvertently swept over a CP5, only to be drained of water in the blink of an eye, and he fell to the ground as a mummy.

On the other side, Mihawk did not dodge in the slightest, and the same arc-shaped sword qi slashed out, accurately eliminating the sand blade.

"Boom!" Scattered sand and sword qi flew everywhere, cutting scars on the bodies of the people watching the battle.

"Bastard, do you dare to disobey the orders of the world government and seek death?" Spandam clutched the bleeding wound on his face and shouted angrily.

Plucking out his ears, Klockdahl squinted disdainfully and glanced at Spandam, "What order?" I don't know that anyone can order me, and if you want to die, I can give you a ride. ”

Mihawk, who had stopped the attack, stood with his sword drawn, and continued to stare at Klockdahl with his own indifferent expression, completely ignoring Spandham's clamour.

Feeling that his face was greatly damaged, Spandam's face turned red, but he also knew that the shrimp soldiers and crabs in his hand would not be able to defeat the two killing gods in front of him, so he had to take a step back and endure it for the time being.

"Why haven't my father's men come here yet? The warship did not see a shadow either, and the navy was too slow to move. Spendham's eyes were almost on fire, but he didn't dare to shout again, for fear of being killed by Crocodall's displeasure.

After a word back to Spandham, Klockdahl faced Hawkeye again. Turning his eyes to the crowd behind Mihawk, Klockdahl felt that he had grasped his weakness: "He has to protect that group of people now, it is impossible to let go of his hands and feet to fight me, as long as I feint behind him, I will definitely find a flaw." ”

"Shalan!"

With a cold smile on his lips, Klockdahl stretched out his right hand, forming a tornado-shaped sand storm in the palm of his hand, and then threw it at Mihawk. The sandstorm grows a little bit with every meter it advances, and at just a dozen meters, the sandstorm grows into a size that cannot be underestimated.

The strong wind constantly tore at everything around them, and the stones on the ground were also fragile and easily shattered under the rapidly rotating storm.

In fact, Klockdahl's Rustle Fruit and Thunder's Yunyun Fruit have some similar characteristics, such as the attribute that both of them extend their abilities to the wind; But the two of them have the same flaw, once the attributes that are not their own abilities are too strong, the two of them will not be able to continue to control.

Klockdahl's "Sandstorm" can last for a long time, growing in the process, but eventually the sandstorm will get out of control; There are more derivative attribute moves of thunder, but the control of thunder is better, no matter what kind of derivative attribute move thunder can roughly control the direction.

Like wind, thunder can create storms, and it's more powerful. A waterspout that sucks up seawater on the sea is undoubtedly a nightmare for the capable, and an irresistible natural disaster for the incapable.

Off topic, let's get back to the battlefield.

Mihawk's face did not change at all in the face of this flying sand and rocky attack, and there was no problem for him that could not be solved with a sword.

Holding the black knife in both hands, Mihawk lunged it out, and the black sword qi broke through the sand storm and flew unstoppably towards Klokdal.

Sword aura flashed sideways, and Klocodall was a little annoyed. No matter what kind of attack is broken by Mihawk with one sword, grandma's, one sword breaks ten thousand ways! Do you think this is a Xianxia novel?

Although Klockdahl dodged the sword aura, his men were not as agile. The hands and feet of a few unlucky people who couldn't dodge were cut off, and blood gushed out; The more unlucky one was cut in half, and the entrails flowed all over the floor.

The wailing made Klockdahl's mood worse, and if it weren't for the fear of destroying the island and leaving no place to stay, he would have turned everything into sand at once.

"Get out of here, Mr. Tom! Take Fram and let them go, never to come back here! Mihawk suddenly spoke, as if he had discovered something, and shouted with a shudder.

Tom was stunned for a moment, he looked at the two disciples, but the firmness of the ideal still prevailed over the desire for life. While Fram wasn't looking, Tom slashed him in the back of the neck with a knife, causing him to faint.

"Iceberg, take Fram to avoid it. And don't forget our agreement! The smile of the fat old man of the fishman was full of the ease of looking down on life and death.

"Teacher!" Snot and tears flowed together, but the calm and decisive iceberg still hugged Fram and left.

At this moment, there was a moat between the backs of the two.

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new world

Whitebeard stood on the deck of the Moby Dick and looked down at the warship below, and domineeringly slashed his Daguan knife: "Karp, what do you mean by bringing two imps to me?" ”

At the same time, the symbol of the king, the overlord, was in full bloom, pressing on the body of the navy soldier like a mountain.

Behind him, a group of captains stared murderously at the middle-aged man on the warship who did not bow his head at all, and once he had any intention of attacking, he would use all his strength to suppress it.

In the face of a strong enemy, Karp did not have a hippie smile as usual.

"Whitebeard! You're expanding too fast, and if you don't do that, the Navy will see it as a declaration of war. The cloak behind Karp fluttered in the sea breeze, and the word "justice" gave the soldiers behind him infinite confidence.

"There is no bloodshed without war."