From the perspective of an onlooker, the battle between Zoro and Klokdahl should be one where Sauron is attacking and Klokdahl is dodging or parrying, rather than being as you are now.

Even the Sharon Scroll, which had made Kosha want to interfere in this battle for a while, was now entangled by the Storm Tornado released by Sauron, and the two huge tornadoes were entangled, struggling to devour each other.

Kosha was sure that if he accidentally got involved in the explosive tornado, it would be impossible for him to survive, and whether he could keep a whole corpse would depend on whether God would reward him or not.

Under the violent sandstorm, the sand in the sky was almost unaffected except for the limited vision of Zoro and Klokdal.

"Klockdahl, there's no going to be a day in Alabastan." After dodging Klockdahl's attack again, Sauron dodged in front of Klockdahl and said to Klockdahl at a distance close to his face:

"You've been here for too long, not only have your skills become weaker, but even your horizons have narrowed."

This kind of battle, without the joy of life and death, was not as hearty as Sauron longed for.

Klocodahl: "!! ”

There was no time to think about the meaning of Sauron's words, and Klockdahl felt chills all over his body on a hot day, and the hairs on his neck trembled with fear.

It was too late to retreat, and Klockdahl had to instantly sand his body, wanting to blend in with the sand in the sky.

However, just as he was about to disperse with the wind, a hand had already grabbed him by the neck.

"Want to run away again?"

Zoro's jet-black left hand grabbed Klockdahl's neck, his fingers slightly folded, and he tilted his head to look at Klockdahl, who had to turn back into a real entity.

Klockdahl's face was ugly, unable to break free and unable to use his ability to erode Zoro's arm, which brought a bad memory to his mind: "How can you be armed and domineering......"

Zoro wasn't surprised to hear this, although he was also curious that Klockdahl wouldn't be domineering as someone who had challenged Whitebeard, but at least he knew the news.

"Compared to this, I'm more curious about why you, as the Seven Martial Seas, haven't mastered domineering." Zoro looked at Klockdahl, who had no lower body like Aladdin (Klockdahl 2.5 meters, Zoro 1.8 meters, Lao Sha would squat down when he was pinched by the neck, very faceless), and said meaningfully.

Klockdahl was about to say something, but Sauron suddenly shook his head again: "You can't say that, after all, that fat bat won't either." ”

Fat bats? Klockdahl subconsciously thought of his colleague - Moonlight Moria.

At this time, he didn't know that his colleagues had lost their homes before him.

"......" Klockdahl has completely let go of his contempt for Zoro, this guy is certainly not a fledgling rookie in the East China Sea.

Not only can he use domineering, but he also knows his own affairs with Moonlight Moria, this guy must have a great background!

Not to mention anything else, Nicole Robin will never commit to this kid because of his strength, if there is no hard enough backstage, it is impossible for that woman to easily change jobs!

"Who the hell are you?" Klockdahl squinted, the long black trench coat behind him screeching.

Something crept into the air amid his silent doubts.

But looking at Klockdahl, who had no intention of resisting at all, Zoro had alarm bells in his heart.

Zoro knows very well what kind of temperament Klockdahl is, this guy is an unscrupulous conspirator, Bei Shangguang doesn't believe in love, crocodiles don't shed real tears, and it can only be nonsense to let the sand crocodile be captured!

Tightening his fingers suddenly, a suffocating sensation struck Crocodall with a sharp pain.

Thinking that his small movements had been seen through, Klockdahl no longer waited for the poisonous powder spread into the air to work, and the scorpion venom needle in his left hand was lifted upward, and the highly venomous scorpion venom needle suddenly stabbed into Zoro's heart.

Steady! Permit! Vicious!

As if he hadn't reacted, Sauron's chest was stabbed in the chest by the scorpion venom needle impartially.

However, the only thing that the scorpion venom needle penetrated was Sauron's cheap white T-shirt.

Klockdahl only felt that the chest muscles he had pierced were as hard as sea stones, and he couldn't break through the defense at all!

"Oh, interesting." Zoro looked down at the scorpion venom needle against his chest, and smiled gently: "But my clothes are rotten, so I don't know if you can afford to pay for it." ”

This material is a bargain at a glance, and Lao Tzu can buy you a whole outfit (except for a knife) with any cigarette!

Complaining like this in his heart, Klockdahl instantly sanded his torso and appeared on another sand dune.

He stared at Sauron with a gloomy face.

Just now, the natural fruit ability he relied on was deflated for the first time in the Great Channel, and he was completely inferior in terms of physical skills. You must know that Roronoa Sauron is a swordsman, he has forced himself to this point without a sword, if he does not use a sword, he will not be killed in seconds?

Thinking of this, the anger in his heart was infinitely magnified.

Finally, he made up his mind.

"Roronoa Zoro, I must admit that I underestimated you, but the ability of the natural system is not something you can deal with if you want to." In the whistling wind, there was a faint voice of Klockdahl's vague but ironclad rage.

"Now, let me show you the real natural disaster!"

As soon as the words fell, he suddenly rushed into the saloon scroll that was entangled with the wind tornado, and in an instant, the salon scroll swelled again, directly swallowing the extremely strong wind tornado.

Before anyone outside could be surprised, a True Cataclysmic sandstorm appeared that even Klockdahl himself couldn't control.

"Boom, boom, boom——!!!"

In front of the incomparable salon scroll, the heavens and the earth seemed to change color, the originally clear sky was suddenly covered with a thick layer of haze, and the roar of thunder and lightning also sounded among the clouds, everything was predicting that something big would happen next!

Immersing yourself in the Salon Roll and constantly strengthening the Salon Roll through your own abilities is a dangerous overstep that Klockdahl has never done.

But in the face of Sauron, who has mastered the domineering power of the armed color and can directly threaten the safety of his life, Klokdahl has no choice but to withdraw his salary.

"Come, feel this endless storm, feel this suffocating death!" Laughing wildly, surging power, and a form like a natural disaster, Klockdahl was completely lost in the unprecedented sandstorm in the Rainlands.