One Piece Tyrant Bear

Krokdal attacked with all strength. After the sandstorm, his sandstorm diamond sword, with his white beard in his fingers, shot out sharply.

Then he rushed over, used moves to hide his figure, and took the opportunity to sneak attack.

The white beard shook his beard, and made a fist with his right hand, a white light enveloped it, and he moved slightly.

"Crack."

The sound of glass cracking spread over, and the space became a broken mirror with countless cracks.

Touching the sandstorm, the yellow sand shattered and fell into the sky in an instant.

The treasure knife touched, Ka Ka collapsed, and all moves appeared weak in front of his fist.

Then his fist fell downward, sharp and fast, and the ground vibrated in the blink of an eye.

Huge ripples appeared on the ocean, spreading out, until it was far, far away before it merged into the ocean.

Krokdal's body appeared on the ground, his fist hit his back, and the whole person was lying on the ground, sunken in the middle.

Picking up his fist, the white beard lifted Klockdal's body, put it in front of him, laughed and said, "I'm just that?"

The sleeping Krokdal suddenly opened his eyes, and quickly stretched out his right hand, trying to hold the white beard's fist to absorb his moisture.

The cold light in Baibeard's eyes, making a fist with his left hand, suddenly fell.

"boom."

The fist fell heavily on his chest, blood spurted out, and the white beard dodged.

The outstretched right hand stopped in the air, and then he pressed his chest and screamed loudly.

"Ahhhhh."

Pain, endless pain struck, Krokdal couldn't help but shout out.

Clench your teeth and don't let yourself continue to gaffe.

With blood in it, Krokdal stared at the white beard gloomily, and the surrounding sand began to condense and enveloped them both.

"Desert Sunflower."

The sand began to flow, slowly, and the white beard looked down, frowning.

Is it like this again?

"Well, it's not right."

The sunken quicksand was surrounded by a thick layer of yellow sand, rotating around the two to form a huge circle.

Like a sunflower, blooming in its most beautiful side.

"Ahem."

"Buried."

Funeral in the desert, this is Krokdal's biggest move at the moment, to bury the white beard.

"Humph."

Whitebeard squeezed his neck hard, ready to solve him, who knew that Klockdal took the opportunity to kick him, let go of his hand, and disappeared before his eyes.

"Boom."

The huge sunflower was buried instantly, burying the white beard below.

The quicksand continued. After Krokdal went out, he accelerated the speed of the sinking of the quicksand.

After the explosion, yellow sand was flying all over the sky, Krokdal breathed a sigh of relief, is it done?

Unsure in his heart, he looked up, a knife crossed it, and the light flickered.

"I go."

For an instant, he could only retreat, but he did not have the idea of ​​attacking.

After avoiding the blade, he still felt very dangerous. Sure enough, the knife light chased him, he knelt down and avoided.

Pressing his hands on the ground, the quicksand whirlpool appeared around, one, two, three, four, five or six whirlpools, surrounded the white beard in groups, and wanted to bury him at once.

"Haha."

Baibeard was holding his long knife, cutting the ground, and the whirlpool came under his blade and broke in two.

He clenched a fist with his left hand, bombarding the void, cracks filled.

The surrounding mountains and the sea shivered violently.

Tilting the ground, pouring in drinking water, Krokdal kept running away, attacking, quicksand floating in the air, his body constantly attacking like a rabbit.

"Arc-shaped dunes."

"Desert King Kong Knife."

His attacks were all long-range attacks, and he dared not approach the past.

Within the range of Baibeard's long knife, approaching the past, he just wanted to die.

"Lao Tzu won't let you chop Lao Tzu."

The experienced Krokdal found the most suitable attack method. He thought it could be delayed forever. He looked down upon Whitebeard too much.

Whitebeard has the ability to divide the battlefield, even if you fly into the sky, he can still crush you.

"Boom."

Punch and smash all around.

A quick step came to him, swinging a knife, slashing.

Klockdal dodged, dodged from left to right, and was almost attacked every time. He dealt with it very carefully. It was time to dodge and attack with sand.

All the attacks arrived in front of him and became apathetic.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 323 Dialogue with White Beard