Black sail

Chapter 55 LV. Killing Intention

The wind and rain are dim, like the Milky Way flowing backward.

The flying trajectory of the dagger was as tricky as a snake, without any structure.

Morrison was already completely close, but the long sword fell into a huge disadvantage.

Zahak could not use this bad strategy, he held the long sword back and used the hilt made of black steel to quickly parry.

In the blink of an eye, bursts of sparks erupted in hand-to-hand combat, and then disappeared in the raindrops.

There was a bang.

Morrison lost, and the dagger was thrown off the tree, piercing a hole on the spot.

Zahak was about to succeed, and when he slashed back with his sword, Morrison had already disappeared from sight.

I don't know when a sharp knife popped out from the front of his boots. With one hand on the ground, he violently swung his leg to kick Zahak's side from the ground. It seemed that he was exerting all his strength to the extreme, breaking through the air and sending out strong wind. If he was hit, he would be dead. hurt.

Zahak raised his eyebrows. This was actually a movement that humans can complete. He immediately slanted his sword to block and unload his force, and the sharp knife in front of his boots scraped violently.

After missing a hit, Morrison used the inertia to flip back and jump behind him, throwing three flying knives violently in the air, exploding layers of rain, making it impossible to prevent him.

Rao Zahak only flicked two handles, and the last handle passed through the side of his head, cutting off a strand of hair.

Lightning strikes from the clouds.

In an instant, it was reflected into the extreme day.

The half of Morrison's disfigured face was horrifying under the electric light.

He pulled out the whip blade from his waist. Under the dim light of the rainy night, the repeatedly stacked shiny blades made his whole body feel cold, like a bloodthirsty snake.

Zahak's breathing was slightly disturbed, but he stabilized immediately, his eyes were calm, throwing knives, the bullets on his boots, whips, what's the matter with this man?All the weapons are quite different, and the conventional equipment is also tied to the body by a tether, which is extremely weird.

The blood-red sword energy burst out and struck out thirteen swords in an instant, each one devastating and unstoppable.

bang bang bang...

Morrison pulled the blade of the whip and swung it violently, like dozens of white poisonous snakes biting, entangled and dancing in the air, twisting into a cutting storm. In an instant, the blood-red sword light disappeared in the clanging sound, and the surrounding rain dispersed. crack.

Morrison pulled back, and the whip blade wrapped around the iron armor in an instant.

Fantastic.

Zahak must do whatever it takes to win. He slashed the red sword on the ground. The wind of the sword tore up the ground and spattered countless gravel and mud, which were used to block Morrison's sight.

Don't wait for Zahak to come over.

It's hard to imagine how much equipment Morrison carries on his body. The elbow position is like a folding fan, unfolding Senhan's chain-belt wing blades. He crosses and pulls them while swinging his hands, and the blades on the fan return all the broken stones. The knife fan In an instant, it was folded and embedded into the mechanism.

Not only that.

More than [-] throwing knives popped out of Morrison's torn and cracked crocodile coat. As Morrison pulled the hem violently, they bloomed like peacock feathers.

The gravel flying knife, the rainstorm pear blossoms, and the wind and rain piercing through Zhahak, this is not enough, the arm crossbow arrows are fired in succession, and Zhahak will be pushed to a desperate situation.

Countless fancy hidden weapons came in a chaotic and overwhelming manner, and Zahak struck with a tyrannical slash.

This cut.

The sword wind was like crazy, blowing away all the gravel, breaking all the flying steel, splitting it in half, and even the metal was split into two.

Zahak knew that he could not be consumed by this disfigured face, as his physical strength would be slowly worn away.

Although it looked easy, this disfigured face was so powerful that it was ridiculous. Every hidden weapon was as powerful as a bed crossbow, and every parry consumed a huge amount of physical energy.

Fortunately, the sword he used was made of scrap metal. He couldn't imagine it being mixed with magic energy like his own sword.

It is necessary to fight quickly, not only here, but the battle line in Lavender Town must be withstood, and I must return to the rescue as soon as possible. Zahak's holy and pure white officer's uniform flashed like a phantom and came rushing to kill.

How could Morrison give him this chance, and immediately drew out the blade and whip blade.

Zahak's legs were filled with wind, and he jumped quickly in the rain. The blood-red mist on his sword blade stretched into a light track, and he was ready to withstand the cutting storm.

but……

click!
Morrison's whip blade pierced directly into a tree. When Zahak became suspicious, the whip blade burst out of the tree, and it came with a curved and tricky arc like a poisonous snake biting and killing.

"what?"

Zahak couldn't believe it. This disfigured face's move was so weird that it was almost demonic. He didn't have any experience to refer to, and he couldn't judge the attack direction at all.

This situation is completely impossible to gather all strength to resist.

However, due to his abnormal reaction ability, he forced himself to use less than half of his strength to swing his sword to block it, and he was knocked back two or three meters.

Morrison pulled back the whip blade in an instant.

Just when Zahak thought Morrison was going to continue the weird arc piercing, Morrison pulled out his whip to maximize his speed.

In just an instant, countless crisp whip sounds exploded, and thousands of leaves fell straight from Zahak's head under the heavy rain.

Compared to Zahak's splashing gravel and soil.

The countless blades instantly blinded Zahak's sight, and at this time his hearing was also disturbed by the heavy rain.

Life and death are only moments away.

Zahak closed his eyes, recalling what the Sword King once said in his mind, the trajectory of all things can be captured by the breeze.

He bounced off the whip blade that fell from the sky with his backhand.

Morrison had already pulled out two thin-edged short swords from the leggings of his feet, holding one in each hand, and took advantage of the leaves to blind Zahak to slash down in the air.

Zahak suddenly opened his eyes, and all his strength exploded. He held the sword in his right hand to block a slash, and pulled out the scabbard with the other hand. Taking advantage of Morrison's unpreparedness, he swung up and slashed the other dagger. , spinning wildly in the air.

A ferocious smile appeared on Morrison's terrifying face, and Zahak secretly thought something was wrong, but before he could hide in time, Morrison popped out a sharp knife from his sleeve and thrust it directly into Zahak's neck.

click!
Morrison retreated more than ten meters away, staring at Zahak playfully.

Zahak's neck was not injured, he dodged in time, but the linear wound on the left side of his face began to bleed, and then he was pulled out into a frightening gully. Disintegrated, leaving only the open flesh, leaving a permanent mark.

Morrison is not in a hurry. It is raining heavily now. As long as Zahak is not let back, no one can be the opponent of the strange shark. He alone is an army.

"How do you make ends meet with your level of skill?"

Morrison put the Hidden Blade in the air, let the rain wipe away the blood, and then took it back. He humiliated Zahak and adjusted his mentality.

In fact, Zahak, if it had been anyone else, would have died a hundred times due to Morrison's tricky killing moves.

Zahak remained unfazed.

"It's just each other, your acrobatics are not bad."

Zahak put the sword back into its sheath, and made a gesture of drawing it.

"Huh?" Morrison was noncommittal. The so-called Sword King of Alanya's apprentice, Lieutenant General of the Military Police, has two brushes to bring to the table, but that's all. "In that case, then... let's show some seriousness. "

boom!
A thunderbolt exploded on the horizon, and the wind became even fiercer and the rainstorm came heavily.

Unparalleled killing intent struck, and the omen of imminent death seemed to cast some spell that penetrated the soul. Extreme fear pierced through his mind, but there was no fluctuation of spell power.

It's just that an extremely fierce killing intent is spreading and skyrocketing.

Zahak was stunned, and understood the reason why the horse lost control, so he forcibly calmed down.

"You have to pick it up, I'm going to... kill you within ten seconds."

Morrison finished speaking.

that skill.

too amazing.

(End of this chapter)