The Storm Sword cut out hurricanes.

The hurricane shrouded the entire island and pushed the tsunami to its climax. The trees and vegetation on the island were raised, revealing the yellowish-brown soil.

Tihana and others were blown directly into the sky by the strong wind, like an ordinary person facing natural disasters, inevitably falling into a crisis.

Heling also tried hard to flap his wings and race against the wind.

Pipicia personally directed her direction.

The sky was covered by a hurricane and turned into a gray area, with rustling winds all around my ears.

In such a sky, Heling couldn't see the direction clearly, and even opened his eyes.

"How is Sherlock?"

Helling asked worriedly.

"I can't die."

Pipicia roared at the top of her voice.

The power of the hurricane is getting stronger and stronger, and everything involved is directly strangled into pieces, including those unicorn groups that are running rapidly.

Screams came one after another, and blood dyed the entire storm circle red.

Herring dragged Tihana out of the storm circle in time.

But Kom, Bedma and Killua Roka lost contact.

"what to do?"

Herring was a little anxious.

Pipicia grabbed her long silver hair:

"Don't care about them anymore, leave quickly, if you don't leave and get caught in, you will be dead."

Heling hesitated and bit his lip. He was unable to see the other three people in the hurricane, so she chose to listen to Pipicia's advice and flew forward.

Finally avoiding the storm-damaged area, Heling was suspended in the air and gasping.

The speed of her just bursting can be said to have reached the limit of her body, infinitely close to the speed of light.

This speed put a lot of load on her legs muscles, and at this moment, she felt a sense of tearing pain.

"How is Sherlock?"

"It's better to worry about yourself first."

Pipicia was not worried about Sherlock at all, but if Herring became disabled and would have to sit in a wheelchair in the future, then she would probably be her next opponent after she beat the unicorn.

It did use the secret technique just now, allowing Herring's speed to break through the limit.

That's why Herring's legs are so painful now.

Pipicia frowned:

"Don't you know how to heal? Treat yourself with your legs quickly."

Heling nodded, wrapped himself with white wings, and began to heal himself.

In the storm circle, Sherlock, who was at the center of the face, could not see any panic on his face, and he seemed extremely calm.

In the eyes of unicorn Hill, this kind of calmness is despising.

He would never allow anyone to underestimate him. This sword only gathered 30% of his strength.

But it is enough to make all living creatures on the island disappear.

The power of this sword was despised for the first time!

Unforgivable!

Anger burned in Hill's one-eyed eyes.

His sword left his hands and hanged in mid-air, splitting into two, two splitting into four, and splitting until it was overwhelming.

"The view of the storm rises because of the wind, the wind is in the sword, feel the power of the storm."

Hill said, all the flying swords were fired at the same time.

Each sword carries endless power of storm, and the whole world seems to be swallowed by this hurricane.

[Qi Domain] [Rule] is turned on at the same time.

Sherlock's blue eyes were stained with a hint of blood.

The golden rule silk thread visible to the naked eye instantly divides the space into countless tiny squares. Through these squares, you can see the beginning, process, path and ending of each sword.

Countless blocks and silk threads of law make time seem to be infinitely slow.

And in this extreme slowness, Sherlock found a solution.

The moment when thousands of swords stabbed towards Sherlock, in a situation of dying.

Sherlock changed directions between himself and Hill.

Hill was swallowed by his own storm power before he could hide.

When the storm dissipated, Hill was covered in blood.

hp dropped to 30w.

This move took half of his health.

But Sherlock was unscathed.

Hill became even more furious.

This time, he did not borrow any weapons at all and rushed directly to Sherlock.

The speed was so fast that Sherlock had no time to think, and he had already been hit hard by his iron fist.

Then came the stormy fist attack.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Sherlock was constantly beaten and his body was almost deformed.

Every punch from Hill was like a meteorite hitting his body directly.

Even if Sherlock's body has been trained to the limit of human beings, it cannot bear such powerful power.

He felt that all the internal organs were broken.

Except for the abyss heart that is still very excited.

The white parasitic flowers fell to the ground. This time, they were directly absorbing the vitality of the earth to supplement the hp for Sherlock.

"It hurts."

Sherlock couldn't help but scream, spitting out bright red blood from his mouth, spraying it on Hill's face.

Hill touched the bright red bloodstains, and his one-eyed eyes became even more angry.

"Dirty, dirty, dirty! The blood of mere humans dares to defile me!"

He punched more crazier, faster and more violently, breaking Sherlock's ribs, and his skull was deformed, and his teeth flew out of his mouth.

"It's so embarrassing, why not let me out."

The voice of the Abyss personality rang in Sherlock's mind.

Sherlock shook his head and focused.

He has mastered it.

He could clearly see the law thread wrapped around Hill's body, and could also predict Hill's actions, but he could never avoid it.

He always thought that his speed was not as fast as Hill, but he was wrong.

It's not speed, it's illusion.

In a limited space, I used my phantom pupils to hypnotize myself, causing myself to develop a wrong consciousness.

Hill raised his left leg and pressed his knee to Sherlock's abdomen. A crisp sound rang out, and Sherlock spit out blood again.

But Sherlock suddenly hugged Hill's waist, and a backflip, knocking him to the ground.

He quickly crushed Hill to the ground, reached out his hand, and grabbed Hill's one-eye.

Sherlock cracked the corners of his mouth, and the strength of his fingers was as strong as a magic weapon. He directly inserted it into Hill's one-eye and dug out the eye.

The magic pupil technique was completely broken.

"Next, it's my turn."

Sherlock punched Hill in the face with one punch, and each punch merged the power of the shaking fruit and the refreshing fruit.

It made Hill so happy that he couldn't take care of himself.
To be continued...