The Pirate Incarnate as Thunder

Chapter 447 Joe and Colin

Apayado.

The swaying trees, the rustling jungle, and the flying sand all over the sky are like a plague of locusts invading this primeval forest.

In this horrific scene like a natural disaster, it was Qiao who fled in embarrassment. As a swordsman, without even a long sword, his combat effectiveness was undoubtedly greatly reduced.

Colin's face emerged from the flying sand curtain: "What's wrong, aren't you trying to defeat me? If you're a man, just turn around."

"Asshole Colin, if you can, just wait for me for 2 minutes."

Qiao, who was running wildly, could not go to the residential areas on the island without looking back. This was the tacit agreement they had made when performing tasks together: try not to affect innocent people.

"Don't be naive, Qiao, I will do whatever it takes to stop you. Funeral in the desert."

The moment the pile of sand that formed Colin's face dissipated, a large number of trees, flowers, plants, and animals were "melted" along the hundred-meter road around Qiao, and they began to drift with the tide as the yellow sand swallowed them up.

""

Qiao, whose face was livid, stepped hard on the air, and entered the air with moon steps, clatter, clatter, clatter.

Sure enough, Colin's countless sand spurs attacked overwhelmingly and lost the cover of the dense jungle. Qiao, who was in the air, opened his arms and waved violently, and his thick curly hair flew freely in the process: "Big Tornado"

"Sand Rush"

"not good"

Joe realized that he had been deceived. Even though he tried his best to move, he was still caught by two pairs of giant hands that suddenly gathered together. With Colin's wave not far away, he was slammed into the ground with a loud roar.

But the next moment, the quicksand trying to restrain Qiao suddenly splashed, like the gorgeous blooming flowers. Dong, Dong, Dong

Qiao, who took three consecutive steps, rose into the air from the center of the "flower", and there was a long and narrow blade in his hand. Even though the dirt and sand on his body kept slipping, the embarrassed Qiao still smiled: "Your men, The battlefield is not clean, you bastard Colin. I’m afraid you have forgotten the fear of being pinned to the ground and beaten by me. Let me help you remember it, Shadow Kill."

Qiao raised his hands, drawing an elegant arc in the night sky, and moved towards Colin, whose expression had turned solemn.

What echoed in Colin's ears was an inaudible cracking sound, followed by a dark sword energy carrying moonlight piercing his throat.

The yellow sand that burst out made Qiao slightly stunned. When he reacted, he saw a crescent sand blade coming from his side.

With a flick of his wrist, Joe swung out a wall of sword blades from top to bottom, but the arc-shaped sand blade split into two as if it were alive, then bypassed the barrier and struck again.

After Ding slashed him with his sword, the sword quickly changed its direction under Qiao's command. Colin's sandy dark yellow fist collided with the dark sword blade, and a clear tremor spread in all directions, causing a shock wave to the surrounding area. Everything is crushed into powder.

After the violent collision, the two of them stepped aside and waved their swords. Qiao felt the numbness in his hands and said unexpectedly: "Colin has made a lot of progress."

"In the past, I just stood still and couldn't see any hope. Now, I want to try again."

Colin, who was covered in sand armor, smiled slightly, and Qiao's eyes became sharp: "I only allow you to take revenge, but I can't. You are really arrogant, Colin."

"That's different"

"What's the difference? Since when did you become a bastard that even pirates protect?"

The roaring Colin and the angry Joe collided with each other again. Even if Colin gathered the quicksand below into multiple sand arms in mid-air, and went into battle personally wearing a "sand armor" made of sand, it was just a matter of time and again. The swordsmen are evenly matched.

"Whatever you say, I will definitely defeat you today."

"The moment I pick up the arrogant sword, you are doomed to defeat."

Ding, dong, ding dong

Joe was waving the sword blade continuously, and his clothes were fluttering in the strong wind as he kept moving forward. Colin, who was raising his hands, would inevitably hit a powerful and heavy chop every time he punched. I didn't know that he had been improving in the past few years. Even Joe is much stronger than before.

"What is the opportunity for your efforts?"

Colin's feet slipped and he dodged the chaotic blades that went straight to his knees. The indomitable Qiao shook the sword and smashed the sand arms around him into pieces. He was also able to pursue Colin who had retreated. A sharp stab: "The day you left"

"why"

"Of course it's to avoid being compared with you. Brother Qiao, I can lose to anyone in my life, but I just don't want to lose to you. Not just 520 times, I want to beat you 1000 times, 10000 times."

"You bastard, you think the same thing as me. I never want to lose to you again in my life."

When he heard the number 520 times, Colin's anger exploded. Others might not understand the mindless conversation between the two of them, but he knew clearly: this is the number of times he has lost to the other party in his life.

Colin was furious, and the sand armor covering his body began to flow. Every time Joe slashed, there would be sand stickiness like gangrene attached to the bone on the dark sword.

"You bastard, you are doing these crooked things again, why can't you act like a man and fight me upright?"

Joe, who quickly discovered the abnormality, felt the "trembling" of the weapon in his hand. It was being eroded by Colin's sand, and it was only a matter of time before it turned into dust.

If it were his original weapon, it would have a hardened weapon color bonus. Colin would never want to break it. But the one in his hand now is the weapon he accidentally found when he was shot into the quicksand just now. The quality itself is very good. Difference.

Ding, ding sparks scattered, Colin, who switched from defense to initiative, chased Joe's weapon and struck hard: "Instead of choosing to save face, I want to win against you once. Just like throughout the ages, history is always written by the winner. Good and evil are also defined by the winner."

"Do not make jokes"

Qiao quickly retreated, and the sharp blade in his hand suddenly slowed down.

The straight punch that went straight to the chest gave him a sweet taste in the throat, and blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth, but Qiao also managed to use the impact to create enough distance.

"Light and Shadow Slash"

The weapon in his hand was on the verge of shattering, and now, with no retreat, Joe's left hand and right hand rested on the hilt of the sword at the same time for the first time.

When he raised his arms, countless lights and shadows appeared, and together with the moon in the sky, it was as if there were thousands of silver threads falling towards Colin. This sword was not only extremely gorgeous, but also extremely powerful.

Just the twisted shadow of light traces flying out made Colin stay in place without moving forward, and without stopping at all, he mobilized a large amount of yellow sand from his elemental body: "The Strongest Shield"

At the moment when the thick and solid sand shield with complicated patterns formed, the thousands of light blades that Qiao wielded suddenly disappeared without a trace.

The next moment, dark clouds covered the moon, and a bright light burst out from the darkness, click, click, click.

Even though it was just a flash of light, it still shattered Colin's defense with a little arrancar gesture, and Colin was scattered all over the sky behind it. From most of his shoulders, he could see the messy ground behind him. The terrible void.

Shasha, Shasha's injuries would have been serious to ordinary people, but for Colin, his face turned slightly pale.

"Feel sorry"

Knowing that he had hurt Colin badly, Joe waved his hand and threw the long sword, which was already full of cracks, into the depths of the ground. This made it unclear who he was actually saying sorry to.

Colin's wound healed quickly under the sand and his eyes narrowed: "It's my turn."

"Feet can grow on my legs"

If there were weapons at this time, Qiao would definitely defeat Colin in one go. But now, he turned around and ran away.