Picking up his fist, Whitebeard lifted Crocodile's body, put it in front of his eyes, and laughed loudly: "Little brat, that's all?"

Crocodile, who was sleeping, suddenly opened his eyes, and quickly stretched out his right hand, trying to hold Whitebeard's fist and absorb all his moisture.

White Beard's eyes were cold, and he clenched his left hand and dropped it suddenly.

"boom."

The fist landed hard on his chest, blood sprayed out, and Whitebeard dodged.

The outstretched right hand stopped in mid-air, and then pressed his chest, roaring loudly.

"Ah ah ah."

Pain, endless pain hit, Crocodile couldn't help shouting.

Grit your teeth, don't let yourself continue to lose your composure.

With blood in his mouth, Crocodile stared at Whitebeard gloomyly, and the surrounding sand began to condense, covering both of them.

"Desert sunflowers."

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

Is it like this again?

"Well, no."

The sinking quicksand, and a thick layer of yellow sand floated up around them, spinning around the two of them, forming a huge circle.

Just like a sunflower, blooming the most beautiful side.

"Cough cough."

"Buried."

Desert burial, this is Crocodile's biggest move at the moment, burying Whitebeard.

"Humph."

Whitebeard squeezed his neck hard, ready to kill him, but Crocodile took the opportunity to kick him away, let go of his hand, and disappeared before his eyes.

"Boom."

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

The quicksand is still going on. After Crocodile goes out, he speeds up and controls the speed at which the quicksand sinks.

After the explosion, yellow sand flew all over the sky, and Crocodile breathed a sigh of relief, is it done?

Not sure in my heart, I looked up and saw a knife cutting across, the light flickering.

"I go."

For a moment, he could only retreat, but he didn't have the idea of ​​attacking.

After dodging the blade, he still felt that it was very dangerous. Sure enough, the blade was chasing after him, and he squatted down to avoid it.

Pressing both hands on the ground, quicksand whirlpools appeared around, one, two, three, four, five, six whirlpools, surrounded Whitebeard, trying to bury him all at once.

"Haha."

Whitebeard held his long knife and cut the ground, and the whirlpool reached under his blade, cutting it in two.

Clenched a fist with his left hand and bombarded the void, cracks filled the air.

The surrounding mountains and sea trembled violently.

The sloping ground was filled with drinking water, Crocodile kept fleeing and attacking, quicksand floated into the air, and his body kept attacking like a rabbit.

"Arc Moon Sand Dunes."

"Desert Vajra Saber."

His attacks are all long-range attacks, and he dare not approach the past.

Within the range of White Beard's long knife, approaching the past, I just want to die.

"I won't let you cut me down."

The experienced Crocodile found the most suitable attack method, and he thought he could delay it forever. He underestimated Whitebeard too much.

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

"Boom."

With one punch, smash all around.

With a quick step, he came to him, swung his knife, and slashed.

Crocodile dodges, dodges left and right, and almost gets hit every time. He responds carefully. When it is time to dodge, he uses sand to attack.

All the attacks, in front of him, became languid.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 320 Dialogue with Whitebeard

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