In the desert outside the rainy land, Clockdal watched Luffy slowly enter the sand stream, smiled disdainfully, and turned to the rainy land, "There is another troublesome guy next."

He swelled up a ball of sand and flew towards the direction of the rain, then gathered a small sandstorm in his hand and threw it forward.

"Sha Lan!"

The sandstorm took shape in the desert, becoming bigger and bigger, turning into a huge desert storm, heading straight to the rain.

"Sandstorm, it's a sandstorm!"

"Come in this direction!"

"Go and take refuge!"

The residents of the rainy land fled when they saw the sandstorm that was coming.

The sandstorm swept through a large number of buildings, and the passing places were in a mess.

"Rush storm!"

Dasqi, who was about to go out, looked shocked and said to the Navy: "Everyone is about to go away!"

The navy avoided one after another, almost obedient to the range of the sandstorm, but the strong wind brought by the strong sandstorm still made the navy fall.

"Phhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Crow stood up from a ruin, spit out a few sips in a row, spitting out the dirty things in his mouth. Before he could even look around, a ray of sand and dust swept over and gathered in front of him into a human form.

Clow's face turned solemn, and he opened his eyes wide and looked at the person ahead.

The King of Seven Warriors, the famous pirate with great routes, Clockdal!

"You're Clow?"

Clokdal glanced at the knife around Clok's waist with fear, "The navy praised by Hawkeye?"

"?"

"who?"

Clow nodded subconsciously when asked at first, but later shook his head wildly.

"I don't admit it, Navy, forget it, no matter what, you're in big trouble."

Clockdal held a cigarette in his mouth and said, "So, stay here."

Kloe was so scared that he was sweating all over. For safety, he subconsciously held the hilt of the knife and then let go. Realizing that he was not a knife player, he shook his head wildly: "You admit that you are wrong. I am not Kloe, no, I am Kloe, but I am not a swordsman."

Clockdal narrowed his eyes and his expression gradually became solemn.

I just held the handle of the knife and obviously took the hook, but I still put it down. Did I see through my own strategy?

The Seven Warriors and the Navy are both under the World Government and are in the same camp. Clockdal does not want to make a difference. Even if he gets what he wants later, it is not the time to go against the government.

The identity of the Seven Warriors Sea is very useful.

Only by forcing the navy to take action first will he have an excuse to take action.

After all, this man should not be underestimated. Although he is confident, he also knows that a man praised by Hawkeye is not so easy to deal with.

Even if he wanted to force him to take action, the moment Clokard really held the hilt, Clokdal himself became nervous.

This man should not be underestimated.

Sand began to float around Clockdal, actively entering elementalization, and a hint of redness appeared in his eyes.

Domineering aura when seeing and hearing, the domineering aura that people can only use when they are extremely calm. Look at the breath of creatures and the other party’s actions in the next moment.

Clockdal, of course, will be domineering.

His experiences and colors do not belong to the wide range, nor can he predict it, but he can still see through the other party's actions and be wary of its dangers.

"What's going on? Why is there no movement at all?"

In Clokdal's experience, Clok had no aura or movement to prepare for a move. He just stood there, just like the expression that ordinary pirates were frightened when they saw him.

But certainly not.

This is a man praised by Hawkeye, and it can't be like that.

Could it be that you are waiting for me to take action and arrest me if I am just arguing?

Or is it that I can’t see through his strength at all?!

"It's indeed a difficult man," Clockdal said solemnly: "You can't stay."

And Clow

He thought nothing.

He was really scared.

What's this thing!

Why is the breath so dangerous?

Is that looming sandy appearance active elementalization?!

Kloe and Smoger have also dealt a lot, so of course he knows what the sign is.

What kind of virtue is he capable of!

At this moment, Clow just wanted to roar to the sky.

Should he be honored to be called a difficult man by the Qiwuhai?

It seems that it should be honored, provided that it is not so dangerous.

Why, why did it become like this?

Shouldn't he be calm in the navy and have a peaceful life with Kuro and the others every day? What's going on with the Seven Warriors Sea?

"I'm just an ordinary little navy, a private." Clow tried to explain.

"Private? Only now is famous?"

Clockdal didn't dare to take action, but he looked like he was thirty years old and had such strong strength. He had never been famous in the East China Sea before. This guy is very scheming.

Once the great swordsman's strength really starts, it may never end. Is it true that I want the Sha Lan to blow this man away just now?

He regretted it at this time and shouldn't have taken action now, but if he doesn't, it will probably be more troublesome in Albana and will affect his plans.

The two are just stalemate.

A gust of wind and sand blew, blowing the two of them, just like the scene of the western duel, gradually reflected into a painting under the setting sun.

"Desert Sword!"

Clockdal couldn't help it, raised his hand and waved it down, and a dark line cut from the ground and headed straight for Clow.

"shave!"

Clo's pupils shrank, and he felt great danger from the time Clokdal took action. He stepped on his feet and ran far away.

"Sha Lan!"

Clokdal, who was fighting with all his might, was certainly prepared. The moment Clok set off, a sandstorm appeared in his hand, and he threw it straight forward, forming a desert storm in front of him.

At the same time, his body disintegrated and dispersed, and he was involved in the desert storm, attacking Crow in an instant.

call!

Clow didn't run away at all. He was blown by a sandstorm and was dragged into the sandstorm and threw it high.

However, in the moment he rolled up, Clockdal tightened his spirit and seemed to be stabbed by a sword. He quickly dispersed the sand lance, turned into a ball of sand and retreated to the back, forming a desert sword with his right hand, staring at the top.

No one.

There was no sign in the sky.

There were no traces of Clow around.

I don't know where I went.

"What's going on?"

Clockdal shook his face. When he attacked just now, he almost thought Clow was fake. His strength was no match for him at all, but just a small navy.

But that feeling came from my heart, and it would be impossible to make a mistake if I was chopped by a knife.

"What the hell does that man want to do."

His expression was gloomy and sunny.

In the desert outside the rain, a dark figure flew from a distance, and with a "bang" fell on the desert, a green onion was inserted.

“It’s quite accurate to fly.”

Kuro and Lida walked over from the nearby building and looked at Clo, whose feet were swaying. Lida grabbed him with one hand and picked him up.

"I almost died."

Clow was in a mess all over, panting wildly, and his expression was still scared.
Chapter completed!