Black sails

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 completely close, and the long sword was at a huge disadvantage.

Zahak could not use this tactic, he held the long sword in reverse and quickly parried with the hilt made of black steel.

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

There was a bang.

Morrison failed, and the dagger bounced off the tree, punching 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 an action that humans could perform. He immediately blocked the move with his sword and made a sharp scraping sound with the sharp knife in front of his boots.

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

Even Zahak only bounced off two of them, and the last one passed through the side of his head and cut off a strand of hair.

Lightning crackled from the clouds.

In an instant, it becomes daylight.

Morrison's disfigured half of his 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 breath was slightly disordered, but he soon stabilized, his eyes calm, throwing knives, flick knives on his boots, whips, what's going on with this man? All the weapons are quite different, and the conventional equipment is also tied to the body through straps, 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 instantly formed a circle around the armor on his arm.

Incredible skills.

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 twenty flying knives popped out of the hem of Morrison's torn and cracked crocodile coat. As Morrison violently pulled the hem, they bloomed like peacock feathers.

The flying knives of gravel, the torrential rain of pear blossoms, and the torn wind and rain penetrated Zahak. This was not enough. The arm crossbows fired continuously to push Zahak 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 looks easy, this disfigured face is extremely powerful. Each hidden weapon shot is as powerful as a crossbow, and each parry consumes 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.

The battle must be fought quickly, not only here, the front line in Lavender Town must be withstood, and he must return reinforcements as soon as possible. Zahak's holy and pure white officer uniform flashed into a phantom and rushed towards him.

Morrison couldn't give him this chance, so he 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 penetrated directly into a tree. Just when Zahak was suspicious, the whip blade exploded out of the tree, and unexpectedly came in a curved and tricky arc like a poisonous snake biting through.

"What?"

Zahak couldn't believe it. This move that disfigured the face was so weird that it was almost demonic. Without any experience to refer to, it was impossible to judge the direction of the attack.

It was completely impossible to muster all our strength to resist this situation.

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 instantly.

Just when Zahak thought Morrison was going to continue that weird arc of penetration, Morrison pulled out his whip and maximized 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.

These countless leaves instantly blinded Zahak's sight, and his hearing was also disturbed by the heavy rain.

Life and death are only in an instant.

Zahak closed his eyes and recalled in his mind what the Sword King once said, that the trajectory of all things can be captured through the breeze.

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

Morrison had already pulled out two thin-edged daggers from his leg guards, holding one in each hand, and slashed down Zahak in the air while the leaves were blinding him.

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 away. , 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 and stared at Zahak playfully.

Zahak's neck was not injured. He dodged in time, but the cross-cut linear wound on his left face began to bleed, and then a terrifying ravine was dug out. The blood was as thick as a finger, and the red slurry was quickly covered by the heavy rain. It was washed away, leaving only the split 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 sword in the air, letting the raindrops wipe away the blood, and then put 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 sheathed his sword and took a stance to draw it.

"Huh?" Morrison was noncommittal. The so-called apprentice of the Sword King of Aram, 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 real character. "

boom!

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

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

It's just an extremely fierce murderous intention that is spreading wildly.

Zahak froze for a moment, finally understanding the reason why the war horse lost control, and he forced himself to calm down.

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

Morrison said a word.

That skill.

Too amazing.