Tyrs raised his knife and slashed, and several slashes flew out.

The angles of these slashes are tricky, blocking all Randall's dodge space.

Randall's only result was that he was slashed and incapacitated.

"Lord Tyrse! Be careful not to hurt his face!

This kid can sell for a good price!"

The little minion looked at the dense chopping wave and reminded in horror.

"Don't worry! It's over!"

Tilce said impatiently.

Then he put the long knife directly into the sheath, turned around and left, not bothering to see what happened to Randle.

In his opinion, Randall is just a hairy boy, how strong can he be?

The ending was already doomed the moment he went under the knife.

But after walking a few steps, he didn't hear Randall's screams, but he heard the panicked voice of the little minions.

"Tire, Lord Tyrs! That little ghost is fine!"

Tilce frowned and turned over.

Sure enough, it's the same as what the little minion said.

Randall didn't have the to stand there.

The chopping wave he slashed out was also gone, as if it had never appeared.

Seeing that Tills looked over, Randall was still in the same motion.

Raised his hand and hooked at him.

Hurry up.

Tills was furious.

How dare you insult me like this!

With a clang, his long knife was unsheathed again.

This time, instead of keeping his hand, he chose to charge his attack.

Then, he let out a loud cry and slashed obliquely.

"Drink!"

A blood-colored waning moon-like slash wave was slashed out and flew towards Randall.

It's Tilles' trick, and he's clearly very confident in it.

So he sheathed the knife again, and at the same time said to the little minion:

"This little ghost is a bit evil.

I can't keep my hands anymore.

Whether he survives or not is up to him!"

But in the next second, the calmness and calmness on his face were lost.

Randall raised his right hand.

The right hand was pitch black.

That's the color of the armament, Tilles knows, understandable.

But he couldn't understand what was going on.

He watched as Randall raised his hand and pinched his slashing wave.

Then, with a hard pinch of his five fingers, his trick was pinched into a cloud of light.

Tilles blinked.

If he was not mistaken, was someone just now who smashed his trick with his bare hands?

"How is that possible?!"

Tills was horrified.

But Randall didn't speak, and hooked his finger at him for the third time.

Go ahead and come on.

"I see! You are the one who is capable!

That black thing isn't the color of arms, it's your ability!"

Tilles made a sudden realization.

"As long as you don't get touched by your hand, you'll be fine!

Behold me slashing you!"

Tilce stomped on his feet and rushed towards Randall like a cannonball.

But instead of choosing to be positive, he staggered past and came behind him.

Then he raised his long knife and slashed at his neck.

In a panic, he forgot to keep his hand and directly chose the key point.

Seeing that the blade was close to his neck, Randall didn't make any moves.

Tilce secretly said in his heart, sure enough.

The imp only relied on the Devil Fruit to disperse his attack.

Once he is serious, the other party is nothing!

However, the sensation of slashing the entity did not come.

Randall's body was like air, and the blade had slashed through it, and there was no resistance at all

Obstruct.

On the contrary, because of his unstable center of gravity due to his strength, he fell a few steps forward, and almost did not fall.

But his pounce washed Randall's body away.

At this time, his scalp suddenly went numb, and he was covered in cold sweat.

Because he already realized that Randall was long gone!

That's an afterimage!

So where is Randall now?!

He hurriedly took a step forward, then turned around.

The strength was so great that I almost twisted my waist.

When he turned around, he saw that Randall was standing there, not in the slightest intention of taking the opportunity to sneak attack.

What does that mean?

At this time, he did not care about surprise, but instead swelled up with shame.

Is this looking down on him?!

Randall suddenly asked:

"So you've run out of moves?"

Hearing this, Tilce became vigilant and held his knife sideways in front of him.

Seeing this, Randall nodded:

"In that case, it's my turn!

I want you to resist so I'll have more fun!"

Tilles was stunned.

How do you hear this so familiar?

But before he could think about it, Randall's trace was already lost in his sight.

The alarm bell in his head went viral, and he hurriedly tried to turn around.

Unexpectedly, before he could move, Randall appeared in front of him.

It surprised and humiliated him.

Don't you even bother to run behind him and attack!

Don't look down on people!

Annoyed, he raised his knife and slashed at Randall.

However, as soon as he saw it, Randall's hand grabbed his blade.

He struggled with all his might, but he didn't move.

At this moment, Randall's hand suddenly shook.

Tillce suddenly couldn't hold the hilt of his sword.

Grabbing the knife, Randall kicked Tilce away, then stopped paying attention to him, but looked down at the knife.

As the name suggests, the knife is called blood light, and the whole body is red.

The entire blade glowed with a strange light.

It's a demon knife!

Tilles got up from the ground, a wrenching pain in his abdomen.

He was shocked in his heart, this kid was so strong?

In his hands, he didn't even have the slightest power to fight back.

At this time, he naturally knew that the other party was not the one who was capable, that was the other party's own strength!

On the sea, when did such characters appear again?

However, when he looked up and saw Randall holding his knife, his face turned green.

"You, give me back my sword!"

The corners of Randall's mouth curled up and said:

"Your knife is moist!

Oh no, that's wrong, it's not your knife anymore.

It's mine now!"

Tills's face turned red instantly.

"You, you damn bastard!"

However, the smile on Randall's face disappeared, and he said in a cold voice:

"Still concerned about your knives? Think about how you managed to escape from me!"

Hearing this, Tills's heart was suddenly cold.

Damn it!

He couldn't care about his knife anymore and turned to run away.

With the knife in hand, he wasn't Randall's match.

Now he is defenseless, don't you run away and wait for death!

But he hadn't run a few steps before he heard a sound that made his soul flutter.

"You've slashed me so much, you have to let me punch you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Randall was already behind Tyres.

An iron fist to his back.

This punch made Tiles open his skin and flesh, and his muscles and bones were injured.

But in response to Randall's words, his iron fist was broken by the skin, and it was a bruise.

Hit hard, Tillce screamed and fell to the ground.

I only felt that all my strength was used to resist the pain that pierced my heart, and I was no longer able to get up and run away.