As Fang Li raised the sharp dagger high and pointed it halfway, an unprecedented fear of killing began to spread.

“—”

Feeling that deadly killing, Sherlock's heart tightened, and his face became heavy.

Sherlock knew that there were very powerful cards hidden in Fang.

The card has just been used once.

With it, Fangli's power soared to an alarming point in that instant, so that Sherlock could not react, and after the reaction, Fang Li had already launched an attack on the quilt.

Unfortunately, although the card is powerful, the side effects are just as terrible.

Even if the Fang uses it, Sherlock has a way to deal with it.

But now, Shylock finds himself wrong.

There is indeed a very powerful card hidden in the square.

But there’s not just one card.

"To be honest, this is the first time I've used it in combat."He did not open his eyes and spoke in a low voice.

"Although I have practiced it many times, I still haven't fully learned this trick, so that this trick can only play half the effect, but it is the most powerful trick in my possession of the seven-night assassination, even if it is called a must-killing technique."

“Is it... is it?”Shylock nodded, and said, unsurprisingly, "I also reasoned from your hand that you had a very powerful assassination, but I didn't think that you had not all."

"So, it's the only hope I can defeat you immediately."Fang Li said indifferently: "Even if it is only half the effect, if you can get it next, try it."

As soon as the voice fell, the swelling of the whole body from the square was the beginning of a little bit of getting stronger, like a substantial pressure, and began to pervade around.

That irritating streak made Sherlock’s body slowly tighten and slowly lift his weapon.

Like the long sword used by medieval knights reappeared in the hands of Sherlock.

It seems that when the use of the sticky shot for an instant movement, Sherlock has already picked up the sword.

After all, it was the treasure that Her Majesty the Queen of England lent to Sherlock, and it was not something that could be lost.

Holding the sword, Sherlock looked up, with a pair of eyes without focal length, and looked in the direction of the square.

“The huh—”

Meanwhile, behind Sherlock, the entrance to the icbm, which was transformed into a manned tool, suddenly opened.

According to the reasoning of Sherlock's reasoning, during this period of time, he should have been on the icbm.

Unfortunately, the appearance of Fangli failed this reasoning of Sherlock.

In the face of that irritating killing, Sherlock thought that in the case of losing the shotgun, he could not turn his back on the side and walk into the icbm.

So, Sherlock can only face the face, all the feelings are like tentacles extended out, instead of their own vision, to observe all the movement around.

“Then...”

Until then, the chorus came out.

“I went up.”

Kill, like a flame.

“Ow—”

With a pleasant sound of the sword, a sudden burst of light, like a spiral of aurora, surging forward.

It is the moon blade in the square.

At this moment, Fang Li was all over, like a gyro, a spinning body, throwing the moon blade in his hand.

It is not a simple throwing, but a spur that unites the strength of the whole body.

Therefore, a sharp dagger carrying the strength of the whole body of the square was violently hurled into a very fast-spinning bullet, which was fleeting in space and raging in the direction of Sherlock.

The speed is incomparable.

Shylock, who had completely released himself as a radar, reacted in time, almost in the first time of the spiraling aurora, suddenly raised the sword in his hand and blocked it.

“Hmmm—”

Under the sharp sound of the broken wind, the dagger that turned into a spiral bullet swept away, like an electric stone fire, and fell heavily on the long sword.

“Hold on—”

The sound of the loud throbbing sound turned into a sound wave, like a bell that had been rung, reverberating to the four sides.

At this moment, Sherlock was surprised.

Because, Sherlock can very clearly feel that the dagger on his weapon came an amazing force.

It was as if a train had hit it hard.

Under such circumstances, Sherlock even had a man with a sword, and the whole man was shaken out, his feet rubbed against the ground, and he quickly retreated.

“He groaned—”

Like a spiral bullet, the dagger still fiercely collided with the long sword in Sherlock's hand, so that the fierce spark could not stop, bringing a terrible force to Sherlock's body.

“Oh, hey, hey—”

Shylock, who was quickly regressing, couldn't help but roar, holding the long sword hard, desperately defending the powerful force of the attack, even if the tiger's mouth was tingling, the weapon in his hand would not be released.

No, it should be said that it cannot be released.

Once released, the unabated dagger will be completely transformed into a wild horse, like a laser, running through Sherlock's body.

Therefore, Sherlock absolutely could not release the sword in his hand.

“Hush—”

A strong wind pressure broke out over Sherlock.

At this moment, Sherlock chose to use superpowers to assist himself and defend himself.

Under the strong wind pressure, Sherlock's whole body seemed to be covered with an invisible coat of wind armor, and the body in the storm gradually stopped, and the surge of air flow was also on the arm, so that Sherlock could prevent the attack.

The dagger, which turned into a spiral bullet, was finally forced to stop, and the whirling trend became weaker and weaker.

“The throes—”

At one point, under the sound of crispness, the dagger that had been piercing the head of Sherlock's sword had been flying out with sparks.

However, almost at the same time, Sherlock’s face changed.

"I knew that there was only such a degree that there was no way to solve you."

Under such a voice, a silent figure entered Sherlock's arms.

“Oh—”

I don't know when the dagger that came back to the master's hand cut open the air and separated the wind pressure from Sherlock's body, like electric light, and stabbed out.

“Hang-huh-!”

In the sound of tears, a wave of blood sputtered and sprinkled into the sky.

Accompanied by a low voice.

“He’s Dead – Seven Nights...”