Barrett threw a punch and unleashed a blow that pierced the sea.

It took a few seconds for the wide ditch on the surface of the sea to coalesce.

At this scene, I saw that the swordsman was dripping with cold sweat and his mentality exploded.

He didn't understand why anyone could do it with the flesh.

When Barrett saw that he couldn't get a shot, he stepped forward again.

But his eyes suddenly moved, and he turned to look at the sea, the direction in which the shockwave had been going.

In his vision, the shockwave that had been far away collided with a blast of energy, producing a fierce explosion.

Although the energy was not very strong in Barrett's opinion, he still developed some interest.

He tentatively threw a few more punches, but this time there was no more energy collision.

The opponent actually dodged, instead of choosing to attack head-on.

Barrett frowned, then took aim for his opponent's position and threw a few heavy punches.

However, this time there was still no energy collision he wanted.

"Hey, don't go too far!"

When the swordsman saw Barrett fighting with him, he suddenly did something inexplicable, and he was almost half angry.

How dare you insult me like this!

Barrett didn't turn his head, just rolled his eyes and squinted at the swordsman.

He didn't speak, but his gesture seemed to say everything.

Ignoring the swordsman, he turned his eyes back and prepared to continue the shooter.

However, his fist didn't go out after all.

A fierce and sharp aura suddenly erupted at his side.

Barrett finally really turned around and faced the swordsman.

"Oh, it's finally like it!

This kind of intensity can make me move!"

At this time, the swordsman was surrounded by pale red steam, and his aura was more than a step stronger than before.

The sharp aura made Barrett a little more serious.

The two confronted each other for a long time.

The swordsman is gathering momentum.

And Barrett is waiting for the swordsman to gather momentum!

Suddenly, the swordsman erupted without warning, and the long knife in his hand slashed down, slashing out a slashing wave that was hundreds of meters long.

Barrett faced such a sharp attack, but instead of dodging or dodging, he threw a magnificent punch that shattered the slashing wave.

But the swordsman also took advantage of Barrett's distraction at this time and rushed to Barrett's close position.

"Take it! This is the strongest attack of my life!"

The swordsman roared, condensing everything to this blow.

In an instant, he saw himself when he was a child, when he first heard kendo, when he was determined to practice swordsmanship, and when he let go of his desire to win and decided to live in seclusion in his hometown.

At this moment, so many different times of self merge into one.

Then he didn't know how many years he had put down his desire to win, and he began to burn again.

Even if it is burned out as fuel, it will be the most brilliant blow in this life.

"Swift as Thunder, King Ming!"

The knife glowed with incomparably brightness, like the first rays of dawn.

The trajectory of the knife fall, clearly visible, stays in space.

Barrett couldn't help but squint.

Time seemed to be slowed down, the sound of the wind, the thoughts, the speed at which the knife fell, everything slowed down.

Then, at a certain moment, it suddenly accelerated.

For a time, the light was in full bloom.

Like the sun.

In a moment, the light dissipated, revealing two of them.

Barrett was silent and touched *** mouth.

There, a wound that runs from the left chest to the lower abdomen is very obvious.

He was finally broken.

And the price of all this is......

The swordsman stood in front of Barrett, motionless.

He burned everything he had.

A second before he slashed the sword, he had run out of oil.

It's a pity that the wounds he gave his life caused were not worth mentioning for Barrett at all.

It did break the defense, but it was only broken.

Barrett only squirmed as his muscles squirmed, and the bleeding stopped, and the wound scabbed.

He reached out and took his long knife from the swordsman's hand, then stepped over to the side and threw a punch into the ground.

Then he threw the long knife into the pit and buried it.

Then he walked to the submarine that was parked not far away.

......

At this time, Randall was desperate.

Because once again he felt the "passion" of the new world!

He stood at the bow of the ship, looking at the scene of "black clouds crushing the city" in front of him.

If this sentence becomes a pirate characteristic, it is probably a black cloud reclamation sea that is about to dry up.

And Randall is facing more than just the black clouds that look terrible.

Beneath the black clouds, above the sea, a giant whirlpool with no edge in sight is spinning wildly.

It's like a meat grinder on the sea, smashing everything that is caught up in it.

If it had been before, Randall had seen nature vent his power, and this grand scene should have made him feel a sense of insignificance, and the loneliness of the world as if he was alone at this moment.

But he didn't feel lonely at this point.

Because he is not alone, next to him, there is another person.

When he looked closely, he realized that the man was exactly like him.

Oh, it turned out that he cracked.

Randall looked desperately at the apocalyptic sight before him.

So, what does he do now?

Is it a U-turn?

Or do you want to go around it in a different direction?

Or just forward recklessly?

I feel that no matter how I choose, my fate will not be very good...

In the end, Randall decided that it would be better to take a detour.

However, he decided too late.

Because he has to be aware of the danger around him all the time, Randall's sight and hearing color is always on.

At this moment, he sensed that a powerful aura had suddenly penetrated into his realm of sight and hearing.

And, at a fast pace, chasing after him.

Randall's scalp tingled when he noticed the breath.

What kind of breath is that?

It's like a demon crawling out of hell, full of violent and cold ghosts!

Is that really human?

Just by feeling that breath, Randall was already trembling.

With such a powerful feeling, he had only seen a scaly claw on the body of Zefa's big guys.

But the group of bigwigs is still very restrained.

But this one is different, his aura is extremely flamboyant, and he declares his strength all the time.

That's why Randall felt it even more.

Randall gritted his teeth, the situation at this time was simply terrible.

There were natural disasters that destroyed the world in the past, and there were unknown and extremely powerful people in the back.

It seems that no matter how you choose, he is a death?

Thinking about it this way, it is better to turn around directly.

Anyway, it is a death horizontally and vertically, it is better to die in the hands of the strong.

That would be a well-deserved death for Randall.

After all, when he chose to become a martial artist, Randall already had this kind of awareness.

Making a choice, Randall simply stopped where he was, waiting for the unknown powerhouse to arrive.

After a while, bubbles bubbled on the surface of the sea.

A submarine of a peculiar style, surfacing the sea.

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