The most powerful system in history

Chapter 1507 Three Blades

Sauron fell on the deck, his body strength seemed to be sucked away, and pain seemed to be sown all over his body. The seeds of pain quickly grew vines, binding his whole body.

At this moment, the smell of pain is extremely strong, like the smell of blood splashed in the air.

He seemed to have fallen into a cage of pain.

A bright red mark was left on the corner of Sauron's mouth, and on top of the bright red mark was the blood that continuously flowed down.

Blood dripped onto the deck with a pattering sound.

"Hey, kid!"

Eagle-eyed Mihawk held the black knife in his arms and looked at the boy on the deck. In the dark eyes of the boy, there was a star-like light in the deepest part.

"I don't want to kill you, I only give you three seconds to walk back!"

"If I slow down, I won't be able to control the knife in my hand!"

Hawkeye said coldly, that looks like a god of death who stands at the highest point of life and guides people's life and death at will.

The cold light reflected by the black knife hit his face, adding a bit of dark color to him.

However, Sauron just lightly put his hands on the deck, and slowly supported his trembling, trembling body.

The feeling of tearing was constantly beating in his body like waves.

Guina...

A slight cry resounded in Sauron's mind, spinning and whirling in his mind continuously.

This voice is like a spinning top, constantly stripping away the distance between him and the pain in his heart.

It was a belief that could surpass everything, and all of this was brought to him by the increasingly clear Kuina in his heart.

As time went by, Sauron's yearning for Kuina and that belief became more and more clear and concrete. For some reason, a fire seemed to arise in his heart, and this fire was guiding him. Continue to fight, even if you are covered in bruises.

This is also the reason why Sauron dragged his body, which was not even as good as an old iron cart, and forced himself to stand up.

Sauron didn't seem to hear the man on the opposite side who was holding a black knife, and his eyes were emitting a cold light like a sword.

He is here to practice his dream, and the first part of that dream is that he must never be defeated!
Absolutely cannot be defeated!

Sauron untied the blood-stained green silk scarf on his left arm, and it shook off in the wind, and placed it on top of his head with trembling fingers.

Under the green silk scarf is a pair of eyes with shining shoes and firm eyes, a kind of will that cannot be changed.

Hawkeye, whose pupils reflected the scenes in front of him, shook his head slightly, and the black knife in his hand came out along his arm, holding it firmly in his hand.

At this moment, Sauron's feet were separated by a large distance, one slightly to the left and the other slightly to the right, with three shining long swords in his hands.

The three broadswords are controlled by the corners of the mouth and the hands respectively. The hands are crossed to attack the enemy, while the long sword on the mouth is used to close the enemy's escape route.

This is the three-sword style, one of Sauron's most proud swordsmanship.

This can be called a tactic that has both combat and defense capabilities!
However, this kind of tactics is still at the level of kindergarten in the eyes of Hawkeye. After all, he is already the man standing on the peak of tactics. There is a saying called climbing high and looking far. everything.

Just like Sauron at this time is to Hawkeye, generally small.

"bring it on!"

The sigh from Hawkeye's throat slid continuously along the blade of the black knife, and finally fell on the ground, dissipating without a trace.

Since the kid insisted on fighting, he had to finish him quickly. This battle with huge disparity in strength was too long, so long that Hawkeye felt sleepy.

The black knife pierced through the air, and there was a sound of airflow, rushing towards the boy in the ragged white shirt and green trousers.

Different from the previous two times when he stayed in place and waited for fate to be slaughtered, Sauron at this moment soared lightly from the ground and disappeared.

The purple figure driven by the black knife stopped walking, and his breathing became disordered. This was probably the tension he hadn't felt for many years.

How could that boy whose body was about to be tattered into spliced ​​organs flutter so lightly, like a feather, rising lightly, overcoming gravity to a great extent.

All this is simply incredible!
Hawkeye's eyes seemed to turn into two laser beams in an instant, scanning the sky continuously, and the gloomy breath scattered over the distant sky.

For some reason, Hawkeye felt a strange emotion slowly flowing and spreading in his heart like running water.

It was an emotion that made the heart beat faster. It was different from the anger and decisiveness of the past. It was an emotion that made people feel uncomfortable.

This feeling seems to be uneasy——

Hawkeye patted his head and muttered something.

"what!"

"How could I have such emotions towards that kid!"

Hawkeye, who was immersed in a strange emotion, suddenly felt a small air flow from behind his body, and that direction was the six o'clock direction behind him.

Hawkeye raised a smile at the corner of his mouth, swirled the black knife a few times in his hand, and then swiped it to the six o'clock direction behind him.

It's just a trick!

For him who has always been known for his sensitivity, not to mention the airflow within ten meters from him, even within a radius of a hundred meters, he can feel the sound of wind, water flow, and changes in the sound of airflow.

His keenness is not only the eyes, but all the organs.

what?
Sauron, who was immersed in self-confidence, stiffened. He could feel a cold arrow hitting his skin, leaving a burst of coolness. Behind this cold arrow, there seemed to be two cold arrows resting on his neck. on, penetrating into his skin.

How can this be?

Hawkeye was stunned, what he felt was the direction of six o'clock behind his body, how could that kid appear right behind him.

And he clearly felt the sound of metal crashing just now, so he must be right!
Just when Hawkeye was immersed in puzzlement, and his whole body was about to be overwhelmed by doubts and anxiety, driving him crazy, a cold and energetic voice came from behind him.

"Mr. Mihawk, do you still think you are still great?"

"Is it so great that you don't even know what happened just now?"

Laughing sounds one after another, surrounding Hawkeye's ears like arrangement and combination, constantly pounding his heart.

The cold arrow behind him pierced not only Hawkeye's skin, but also his perception of the world.

(End of this chapter)