Chapter 60 Kill him

The world is like this. When you are in a hurry to deal with something, there will always be a lot of troubles that bother you. The fat man has no hesitation. He waved his hands and threw a long whip at Arafat.

"Miso..."

The scarlet knife light flashed by, and a large area of hair in the sky floated down, like black snowflakes.

"This knife cuts iron like mud. Your struggle is useless."

Arafat picked up a piece of wool, put it on the blade, blew it gently, and the wool broke into two pieces and fell down.

"Hmm"

The fat man snorted coldly, and the movement in his hand did not stop at all. The fruit ability operated to the extreme. A large piece of silk thread was like a big net for fishing, covering Arafat's head.

Arafat smiled gently and stopped talking. He thought that the fat man was dying and could only do something meaningless.

"The end of prosperity"

Gently spit out four words, and the long knife in Arafat's hand waved, and pieces of blood spread out, like suddenly blooming roses.

The knife light flashed, and the wool on the top of his head was all broken and fell down one by one. Some fell on his body, and some fell on the ground.

The fat man's attack can't play any role. His ability is as fragile as tofu in front of the abyss. If he gently cross it, he can cut a piece of wool, so that the fat man's attack can't touch Arafat's body at all.

Arafat suddenly felt that he was a little invincible. He could feel that the toughness of these wool was far above the ordinary steel wire. If the fat man did not touch him, he could easily tie up all the enemies and strangle them.

Unfortunately, the knife exists to cut off everything.

Arafat felt that he was the nemesis of the fat man. In front of him, the most powerful warrior of Naga was as childish as a chicken and allowed himself to slaughter.

The knife light danced, and countless wool threads fluttered. Arafat felt a little bored. His task was not to play with the fat man. He wanted to kill. He needed to drive the residents of Naga out of the cave and let them suffer from the slaughter of sea kings.

The figure suddenly jumped up, and Arafat's toes were a little empty. With the help of Yuebu's ability, he raised a little again. He waved the knife in his hand and shouted, "The red dust is broken!"

Red dust crushing is Arafat's favorite trick. It instantly waved countless blades. It can smash everything in front of you, just like the sea king just now, completely turning into a broken piece, spilling drops of blood.

A large mass of wool gathered in front of the fat man. His body retreated repeatedly and dodged the sharp knives.

The wool mass was smashed in an instant, and a few sharp knives swept the fat man's body and made blood marks.

At this moment, the ground is already covered with broken wool, paved into a thick ball, walking a few steps casually, just like walking on a soft sofa, with a trace of elasticity. Until now, the fat man still did not give up, wiping a handful of warm blood on his face, and a large area of wool gushed out of the fat man again. It extends to the rocks in the distance.

The wool is closed and manipulates the rock to dance, forming a huge rock puppet.

"Fal Strike - Stone Puppet"

Using the winding of wool, he manipulated the rock to attack Arafat like a puppet.

Arafat glanced contemptuously, dodged the attack of the rock puppet, and rushed directly to the fat man. He decided to end the boring battle.

Arafat's speed was extremely fast, and he instantly appeared in front of the fat man. The blade tilted up and pulled out in the air.

The woolen armor on the fat man's body was broken, and a crack was cut in his chest. A large ball of blood shot out, reflecting the cold face of Arafat in front of him.

The fat man lay on the ground, gritted his teeth and stood up again. Under his feet, silk threads permeated around, covering the nearby ground in an instant.

These silk threads cover the whole floor, making the ground look like a black carpet.

Arafat suddenly felt a little ridiculous. The king of Naga would actually be a fool. The wool could not make any threat to him. He actually kept produing, constantly rushing towards him, and then constantly being cut off and spreading it into a thick piece on the ground. Is this fool really going to make it? Make a huge sofa?

Several threads of silk extend to the feet of Arafat. The long knife in his hand gently scratched, and a circle of silk threads around him had been broken.

"hehe"

At this time, the embarrassed fat man suddenly laughed, which surprised Arafat. Is the fat man in front of him really stupid?

"Is it really only as simple as wool? Is Naga really so weak in your eyes? Is it really so easy to cut? If the navy wants to destroy Naga, it must pay enough, and now, this price is not enough."

The fat man roared: "Occasion-line puppet."

Everything that was touched by the fat man's wool began to tremble. They spewed away in the direction of Arafat and were about to surround him.

Arafat thought that this fat man had a unique trick to use, but he couldn't help but be vigilant. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be the same trick. Didn't the fat man know that such a trick was useless to him?

The long knife cut, and a pile of wool broke again and fell to the ground. Arafat felt that he should remind the fat man so that he would not use this boring attack method all the time, so he smiled and said, "Idiot, it's useless to tell you earlier."

The fat man was unmoved at all. More wool rushed to Arafat, kept pouring away, breaking, and stacking, until the broken wool almost covered Arafat's ankles.

"The thread puppet does not mean to pile you to death with woolen. It means that even the broken wool is still my puppet!"

After the fat man finished speaking, he shouted indifferently, "Line puppet - hanging."

After listening to the fat man's words, Arafat suddenly thought of something and suddenly woke up. The fat man had been constantly proking wool. Even if he was easily cut off by himself, he would continue to give birth. If he was not a fool, there must be some conspiracy.

Sure enough, the hair that had been broken on his body and under his feet were actually entangled and slowly locked every inch of his skin. Is this the intention of the fat man to constantly promote hair? Did he already know that his ability was useless to the swordsman? Did he plan to use these broken ones at the beginning? The wool he had attached attention to suddenly exerted strength and locked himself? Arafat thought a lot in an instant, and a layer of cold sweat floated on his forehead. It turned out that he was introduced into the trap from the beginning, and then went deeper step by step.

Arafat wanted to wave the demon knife to the abyss and cut off the wool, but these broken wool threads were entangled in his body. He hesitated and dared not do it. Is he going to cut himself with a knife?

Arafat was afraid. He could kill others immediately, but he had never killed himself. He cherished himself very much and did not want to bear the little typhoid fever.

He hesitated. He didn't have the courage to break his wrist. The knife in his hand finally trembled, which was the first time since he became a full member of CP13.

The hair on his body has completely entangled his legs, and several of his body have sunk into the meat. At this time, Arafat finally woke up. He made up his mind and waved the knife. Unfortunately, it was too late. The hesitation just now has made him miss the best opportunity. Now, his joints have been entangled and his body Can't move, put on a shape of waving a knife and stand there.

The wool became tighter and tighter until Arafat stopped breathing. Before he died, he regretted that he should have won, but he was defeated because of a little hesitation.

Several consecutive battles and wounds on his body made the fat man a little tired. He relieved his ability, and the wool that entangled Arafat rushed back to the fat man's body.

At this time, if Arafat could still see it, he would regret it even more. It turned out that the fat man's ability could not be manipulated by broken hair. He just used unbroken wool to connect the broken wool.

Only ten wool surged into the fat man's body. Just now, he used these ten wool to connect the broken wool to entanglement Arafat.

Ten black hair threads are extremely slender and fall on the rock ground, mixed into countless broken hairs. It is impossible to find them. Of course, if they are found, I'm afraid it will be the fat man who failed this time.

He won the battle thrillingly. Although he was very tired and his wounds were still bleeding, the fat man did not dare to stay. In the distance, the sea kings were still raging, raging in his country and raging on his people.

PS: In the future, all the hair will be called wool. The hair is a little disgusting to read. People can't help thinking about whether the hair there will also grow out. I'm hungry and think about it. I'm guilty.

In addition, do you feel that you are writing quickly? The supporting actors are eliminated as soon as they come on the stage. There is no incident. Will there be a feeling of skipping when reading?

I want to grow up, and I want to write better, so don't be stingy with your criticism and make comments!

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