“The chord—”

The knife is staggered.

In the hall like the royal court, the dagger, which turned into silver flashes, collided with the heavy sword, allowing the fierce spark to splash in space.

It was an unusually bright scene.

However, in such a dazzling scene, what is hidden is an inescapable killing machine.

“Cry—”

At this moment, the body of the square has been completely turned into a wind, as if changing shape, shining around Sherlock.

The ice-blue magic eye stared dead at the famous detective with the knight’s sword.

The dagger in his hand moved the deadly cold man.

Fang Li flew back and forth around Sherlock at an alarming rate, and the dagger in his hand was like a storm, constantly cutting forward, so that the knife could not stop in Sherlock's body.

“The trolling—”

The fierce noise came louder.

In the face of the storm from all sides, Sherlock did not shy away, but with the smallest action to pick up the sword in his hand, the body is with the square constantly turning, like dancing, the future attack to one by one to undertake.

If it is the wind in Fangli, then Sherlock is the breeze.

Even if it seems to occupy a disadvantage, the blow from all sides is all the way to Sherlock, so that the spark and the sound of the intersection can not stop the sound of the burst around, looks very beautiful.

Under such circumstances, the corner of Sherlock’s mouth had been carrying a faint smile.

On the other hand, although the wind was furiously attacking Sherlock, the expression seemed to be more and more heavy.

“This guy...”

As the battle progressed, the square really became more and more frightened.

Because the fierce battle of swords and swords in front of us is not scientific at all.

Under the ability of the direct death of the demon's eye, the square can clearly see the dead line of the object.

Not only the death line of Sherlock, but also the death line of the weapons in Sherlock's hands can be clearly seen in the square.

So, at the beginning of the battle, Fang Li set up a long sword in Sherlock, and tried to kill the sword countless times.

As a result, they all ended in failure.

This is the place of shock.

It is true that it is more difficult to aim at the dead end of the sword than the larger human body.

Just like when it was against Jiu Zhilai, the dead line of the sword is not only fine, but also in the fast swing, if you want to hit accurately, it is also very testing the ability of the attacker, which is not so easy to cut.

However, Fang Li is no longer the original messenger of the Lord.

Today, Fang Li has mastered the seven-night assassination technique, greatly grown in terms of skills, coupled with far more foul agility than the existence of the general fifth level, it is no longer a difficult task to cut the weapons in the extreme speed swing.

However, so far, Fang Li has no longer known how many knives he has wielded, but he has not cut the dead line of Sherlock's weapons once.

As if he could detect the wishful act in Fang's heart, Sherlock only waved the long sword with extremely subtle movements, and the sword not only bolled the blow in the square, but also let the dead line deviate from the goal of the square with a subtle gap.

It's incredible.

Just when such a thought flashed in Fang's heart, Sherlock's voice sounded like a smile again.

"It's not an incredible thing."

“—”

As if you see through the words in the heart of the square, let the Fang can not help but tighten the heart.

And Sherlock is still dancing in the same place around, while playing the side of the cut, while the sound of the side.

“If my reasoning is not wrong, you should have some very special ability, what is the body of that ability I don’t know, but that should be the ability to hit to take effect.”

A pair of ice-blue magic eyes trembled slightly, and the blow in his hand could not help but slow down a little.

Feeling that the attack on Fangli was getting sluggish, Sherlock laughed, "Don't ask me how I know, it's something that's easy to reason about."

"After all, from the beginning, your eyes are very explicit, always staring closely at the need to attack the place, but the rest of the place is not concerned at all, so I will naturally produce why you are so persistent to attack these places of the question, and combined with your previous performance, it is easy to reason about this degree of things."

Sherlock was already a blind man, and it was natural to be very sensitive to the perception of other people’s eyes.

"And I can reason from your eyes on the part of the attack."Sherlock said, "Your ability is definitely about your eyes."

With such a sentence, one of Sherlock's fierce efforts turned to attack, a wrong body, and the sword in his hand was suddenly suddenly coming out.

“The chord—”

With the unknown first confrontation, Sherlock's spikes were blocked by the square.

However, Sherlock was unrelenting, and the sword flashed in his hand, releasing a spike attack that looked like an aurora.

The speed of the spike is not only very fast, but also the trajectory is extremely deep.

As you know about Sherlock Holmes, it’s Western sword.

According to the book, Sherlock is not only a sharpshooter with a pistol, but also a master of fighting and Western swordsmanship.

Seeing the storm-like spikes constantly coming in their own direction, the face in the square is slightly tight, but the body is like a mirage, and they are frequently avoided.

However, whenever a thorn flashed in the square, the next spike would come to him with a more sharp and rapid trend.

“I said it before, didn’t I?Even if it is only through the flow of air, I can feel your position?”

Shylock, who was well-exposed to explain, once again released the extremely fast spike, so that the tip of the sword was like a laser shot, and the riot in the direction of the square.

“The chord—”

Fang Li finally raised his dagger in an avoidable situation, blocking the attack of the spike.

“Oh—”

However, the next moment, a more drillic spike broke the space and hit the chest in the square.

“It’s broken—”

The tearing sound sounded.

It was the sound of the clothes pierced in front of Fangli.

At the time of the attack, Fangli tried to sideways, avoiding the attack, so that the clothes in front of him were pierced.

“Oh, hey...”

At this time, however, there was electric light all over Sherlock’s body.

“Oh, hey—”

As the current sounded, a strong lightning bolt burst on Sherlock's body.