Pirate: My villain's identity is exposed

The Sword of Storm cuts out hurricanes one after another.

The hurricane enveloped the entire island and pushed the tsunami to a climax. The trees and vegetation on the island were lifted up, exposing the yellow-brown soil.

Tihana and others were blown directly into the sky by the strong wind. Just like ordinary people facing a natural disaster, they inevitably fell into crisis.

He Ling also flapped her wings hard and raced against the wind.

Pipisia directed her direction.

The sky was covered by the hurricane and turned into a gray sky, and my ears were filled with the rustling wind.

In such a sky, Heling couldn't see the direction at all, and couldn't even open his eyes.

"How is Sherlock?"

Herring asked worriedly.

"Can't die."

Pipisia shouted at the top of her voice.

The power of the hurricane became stronger and stronger, and everything involved was immediately strangled to pieces, including the herds of rapidly running unicorn half-beasts.

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

Herring dragged Tihana out of the storm circle in time.

But Kom, Badma and Killua Rocka have lost contact.

"How to do?"

He Ling was a little anxious.

Pipisia grabbed her long silver hair:

"Ignore them and leave quickly. If you don't leave and get involved, you will be dead."

Heling hesitated and bit her lip. She really couldn't see the other three people in this hurricane, so she chose to listen to Pipisia's advice and flew forward.

Finally escaping the storm-damaged area, Heling was suspended in mid-air, breathing heavily.

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

This speed put a huge load on the muscles of her legs. At this moment, she felt a tearing pain.

"How is Sherlock?"

"You should worry about yourself first."

Mrs. Pipicia is not worried about Sherlock at all, but if Herring becomes disabled and has to sit in a wheelchair in the future, then it is estimated that after Sherlock defeats the unicorn, the next opponent will be himself.

It did use a secret method just now to allow He Ling's speed to exceed the limit.

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

Pipisia frowned:

"Don't you know how to heal? Give yourself a leg."

He Ling nodded, wrapped himself in white wings, and began to heal himself.

In the storm circle, there was no trace of panic on Sherlock's face, which was at the center. He looked extremely calm.

This kind of calmness is contempt in the eyes of Unicorn Hill.

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

But it was enough to turn all life on the island into nothing.

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

Unforgivable!

Hill's single eye burned with anger.

His sword left his hands, suspended in mid-air, split into two, and two split into four, and so on until the split was overwhelming.

"The sight of the storm arises because of the wind, and the sword is with the wind. Feel the power of the storm."

Hill said, all the flying swords fired in unison.

Every sword carries the power of endless storms, and the whole world seems to be swallowed up by this hurricane.

[Aura] and [Law] are turned on at the same time.

Sherlock's blue eyes were stained with blood.

The golden law threads visible to the naked eye instantly divide the space into countless small squares. Within Sherlock's sight, through these squares, the beginning, process, path and ending of each sword can be seen.

Countless squares and threads of law make time seem to slow down infinitely.

And Sherlock found a way to crack it in this extreme slowness.

At the moment when Wan Jian stabbed Sherlock, he was in a certain death situation.

Sherlock changed the direction of himself and Hill.

Hill had no time to dodge before he was engulfed by the power of his own storm.

By the time the storm cleared, Hill was covered in blood.

HP dropped to 30W.

This move took away half of his health.

But Sherlock was unscathed.

Hill became even more furious.

This time, he didn't borrow any weapons at all and rushed directly towards Sherlock.

The speed was so fast that Sherlock had no time to think and had already received a heavy iron fist from him.

What followed was a storm of fist attacks.

Snapped!

Snapped!

Snapped!

Sherlock was beaten continuously 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 carry such a powerful force.

He felt like his insides had been shattered.

Except for the abyssal heart that is still excited.

White parasitic flowers fell to the ground. This time, they were directly sucking the vitality of the earth to replenish Sherlock's HP.

"It hurts."

Sherlock couldn't help but scream, and spit out bright red blood from his mouth, spraying onto Hill's face.

Hill touched the bright red blood, and One Eye became even more angry.

"Dirty, dirty, dirty! How dare you stain me with just human blood!"

He punched more crazily, faster, and more violently, breaking all of Sherlock's ribs, deforming his skull, and causing teeth to fly out of his mouth.

"It's so embarrassing. Why don't you let me out."

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

Sherlock shook his head and concentrated.

He's got it.

He could clearly see the threads of law wrapped around Hill's body, and he could predict Hill's actions, but he could never avoid them.

He always thought it was because he was not as fast as Hill, but he was wrong.

It's not speed, it's illusion.

In a limited space, he used phantom pupils to hypnotize himself, causing him to have a wrong consciousness.

Hill raised his left leg and pressed his knee against Sherlock's abdomen. There was a crisp sound and Sherlock vomited blood again.

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

He quickly pushed Hill to the ground, stretched out his hand, and grabbed Hill's one eye.

Sherlock cracked the corner of his mouth. The strength of his fingers was comparable to a divine weapon. He inserted it directly into Hill's one eye and dug out the eye.

The phantom pupil technique was completely broken.

"Next, it's my turn."

Sherlock punched Hill in the face one after another, each punch combining the power of the Shocking Fruit and the Cooling Fruit.

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

An unprecedented pleasure entangled Hill, making him feel like giving up resistance.

But pain followed, and his body felt shattered.

HP continues to decrease.

"Kill him, kill him, kill him."

The Abyss personality instructs excitedly.

This time, Sherlock didn't feel much happiness because of the blood.

Hill's blood splashed on his face, and he just felt a little bored.

The unilateral suppression made Sherlock feel an unprecedented emptiness.

He put away his fist and stopped when Hill's HP dropped to 1000.

"I have something to ask you. Can we talk now?"