This world is like this, when you are in a hurry to deal with something, there will always be a lot of trouble to bother you, the fat man does not hesitate, waving his hands, and the long whip is thrown at Arafat in the air.

"......"

The scarlet sword light flashed, and a large patch of hair in the sky fluttered down, like black snowflakes.

"This knife sharpens like clay, and your struggle is useless."

Arafat picked up a piece of yarn, put it on the blade of the knife, and with a gentle blow, the yarn broke in two and fell down.

"Hmph"

The fat man snorted coldly, the movements in his hands did not pause at all, the fruit ability was running to the extreme, and a large piece of silk thread was like a big fishing net, covering Arafat's head.

Arafat smiled lightly and stopped talking, he thought that the fat man was dying and could only do something meaningless.

"The Prosperity Falls"

Gently spit out four words, and the long knife in Arafat's hand waved, and pieces of blood red burst out, like roses suddenly blooming.

The sword flashed, and all the wool on his head broke, falling down one by one, some on his body, some on the ground.

The fat man's attack didn't have any effect, his ability was as fragile as tofu in front of the abyss, and with a slight stroke, he could cut off a piece of wool, so that the fat man's attack couldn't touch Arafat's body at all.

Arafat suddenly felt that he was a little invincible, he could feel that the toughness of these yarns was far above the ordinary steel wire, and if the fat man did not touch himself, he could easily tie up all the enemies and then strangle them.

It's a pity that the existence of the knife was originally to cut everything.

Arafat felt that he was the nemesis of the fat man, and in front of him, the most powerful warrior of the Naga, was as immature as a chicken, and let himself be slaughtered.

With the dancing of swords and the fluttering of countless wool threads, Arafat felt a little bored, his task was not to play with the fat man, he wanted to kill, he needed to drive the inhabitants of Naga out of the cave and let them suffer the slaughter of the Sea Kings.

The figure jumped up suddenly, Arafat's toes were a little in the void, with the help of the ability of the moon step, he rose a little again, waved the big knife in his hand hard, and shouted in his mouth: "Red dust is broken!" ”。

Red dust shattering is Arafat's favorite trick, instantly swinging countless blades, it can smash everything in front of it, just like the sea kings just now, completely turned into fragments, sprinkling drops of blood rain.

A large ball of wool gathered in front of the fat man, and his body retreated again and again, dodging the sharp knives.

The ball of yarn shattered instantly, and several sharp knife lights swept across the fat man's body, marking blood marks one after another.

At this moment, the ground has been covered with broken wool, paved into a thick ball, walking a few steps at will, just like walking on a soft sofa, with a trace of elasticity, until now, the fat man still did not give up, wiped a handful of warm blood on his face, and the fat man's body re-gushed out a large piece of wool, extending to the distant rocks.

The yarn retracted, manipulating the rock to dance, and soon formed a huge rock golem.

"Occasional Strike - Stone Golem"

Using the entanglement of wool, like a command puppet, he manipulated the rock to attack Arafat.

With a contemptuous glance, Arafat dodged the attack of the rock golem and rushed directly at the fat man, who decided to end the boring battle.

Arafat's speed was extremely fast, and he appeared in front of the fat man in an instant, and the blade tilted upwards and was drawn in the air.

The woolen armor on the fat man's body was broken inch by inch, and a crack was cut on his chest, and a large ball of blood shot out, reflecting the cold face of Arafat in front of him with a blood-red color.

The fat man lay on the ground, gritted his teeth and stood up again, and under his feet, silk threads spread out in all directions, instantly enveloping the ground nearby.

These threads cover the entire floor, making it look like a black carpet.

Arafat suddenly felt a little ridiculous, the king of Naga would be a fool, the wool obviously did not pose any threat to himself, he still had to keep giving birth, keep rushing towards himself, and then keep being cut and broken, and spread a thick patch on the ground, does this fool really plan to make a huge sofa?

Several silk threads stretched to Arafat's feet, and the long knife in his hand slashed lightly, and a circle of silk threads around him had broken.

"Huh"

At this time, the embarrassed fat man suddenly laughed, which surprised Arafat, could it be that the fat man in front of him was really stupid.

"Is it really as simple as wool, is Naga really so weak in your eyes, is it really so easy to cut, the Navy wants to destroy Naga, it has to pay enough price, and now, this price is not enough."

The fat man roared angrily: "Occasional Strike - Line Puppet".

Everything that came into contact with the fat man's yarn began to tremble, and they spurted in the direction of Arafat, and they were about to surround him.

Arafat thought that this fat man had some tricks to use, and he couldn't help but be vigilant for three points in his heart, but he didn't expect that it was still the same trick, didn't this fat man know that such tricks were useless to himself.

The long knife slashed, and the piles of wool broke back and fell to the ground, and Arafat felt that he should remind the fat man that he would not use this boring attack all the time, so he chuckled and said: "Idiot, it was useless to tell you earlier."

The fat man was unmoved, and more yarn poured towards Arafat, surging and breaking, stacking and stacking, until the broken yarn almost covered Arafat's feet and neck......

"String puppet, I don't mean to pile you to death with wool, it means that even if the yarn is broken, it is still my puppet!"

After the fat man finished speaking, he shouted indifferently: "Line puppet - strangulation".

After listening to the fat man's words, Arafat suddenly thought of something, and suddenly woke up, this fat man had been constantly giving birth to yarn before, even if he was easily cut off by himself, he would continue to give birth, if he was not a fool, then there must be some conspiracy.

Sure enough, on the body, as well as under the feet, those hairs that had been broken were actually entangled and slowly locked every inch of his skin, is this the fat man's intention to constantly give birth to hair, he already knew that his ability was useless to the swordsman, did he plan to use these broken wool threads that were not valued by himself at the beginning, and suddenly exert force to lock himself, Arafat thought a lot for a moment, and a layer of cold sweat floated on his forehead, it turned out that he was introduced into a trap at the beginning, and then went deeper step by step.

Arafat wanted to swing the demon knife into the abyss and cut off the wool, but these broken wool threads were wrapped around him, he hesitated, he didn't dare to start, did he want to cut himself with a knife.

Arafat was frightened, he could have slashed others immediately, but he never slashed himself, he cherished himself immensely, and did not want to suffer the slightest bit of typhoid fever.

He hesitated, he didn't have the courage to break his wrist, and the knife in his hand finally trembled, and this was the first time since he became an official member of CP13.

The hair on his body had completely wrapped his legs, and a few of his bodies had sunk into the flesh, at this time, Arafat finally came to his senses, he made up his mind, and waved the knife, but unfortunately, it was too late, the hesitation just now had made him miss the best opportunity, and now, his joints had been entangled, and his body could not move, posing in a knife-wielding pose, standing there.

The yarn grew tighter and tighter, until Arafat stopped breathing, and before he died, he regretted that he had been defeated miserably because of a little hesitation.

Several battles in a row, and wounds on his body, made the fat man a little tired, he disempowered, and the wool that entwined Arafat poured back into the fat man's body.

At this time, if Arafat could still see it, he would definitely regret it even more, it turned out that the fat man's ability was not to manipulate even broken hair, he just used unbroken wool to connect the broken wool.

Only ten threads of wool poured back into the fat man's body, and just now, he used these ten threads to connect the broken yarn to entangle Arafat entirely.

Ten black threads of hair were extremely slender, falling on the rocky ground, mixed in with countless broken hairs, it was impossible to find them, of course, if they were found, this time the one who failed was probably the fat man.

Thrilling to win this battle, although he was very tired, the wound was still bleeding, but the fat man did not dare to stay, in the distance, the sea kings were still raging, raging in his country, raging on his people.

PS: It's good to change the name of all hair to wool in the future, hair is a little disgusting to read, and people can't help but think about whether the hair there will also grow, hungry, thinking about it, I'm guilty.

In addition, I feel like I'm writing fast, and the supporting characters are eliminated as soon as they come on the field, and there is no incident happening, will it feel like skipping when you read it?

I want to grow, I want to write better, so don't skimp on your criticism, give your opinions!

Of course, it's best to put your opinion in the comment post!