Sell ​​jars from Hokage

The power of the water in the rear is beyond doubt as a saint.

It is enough to reach the terrifying speed of sound, and can shatter the powerful power of the building with one blow. This is a situation that human flesh and blood cannot reach under normal circumstances.

And his strength is not just that.

The power of a saint cannot be used for a long time, and it has established the existence of a saint in a moment of use.

But the water behind.

Because it also possesses the characteristics of "Holy Mother", not to mention 100% exerting the power of a saint, it can even reach an absolutely inhuman level of 200%.

How powerful was he? At this moment, the magician hiding in the dark and the others facing him had a clear understanding.

First of all, it's fast.

It's so fast that it's like a teleportation superpower, and it's easy to pull out a blockbuster phantom, which is cooler than any special effects.

"Damn it, I can't see clearly at all." Kamijo Toma wanted to participate in the attack several times, but found that it was extremely difficult to be able to distinguish clearly at his speed, let alone keep up.

"You told you to leave directly but you didn't listen." Shoku Fumibe couldn't help but complain.

Even she can only rely on her powerful mental power to identify the other party's speed.

I even had to close my eyes.

Without much strengthening of vision, this kind of battle will only interfere with her judgment.

And the opponent's strength is also terrifying.

It seemed that he didn't want to do too much unnecessary killing. He was just fighting against the Thirteen Knights on the side of the knife, but even so, every slap would make the air slam the air, and the sound of wind like thunder made people tremble. Even with armored spirits, every hit would be like a racket hitting a table tennis ball.

With a snap.

Before he could react, the knight was already slapped away.

"Who is this?" Shokuke Mizube seemed very shocked.

If it were her in the past, she would be unable to resist after meeting her.

What she didn't know was.

The water behind was also shocked at this time.

Unlike ordinary powerful people, he knew very well that the overwhelming power he had was impossible for mortals to keep up with his speed, but no matter how he moved or turned, the feeling of being aimed or attacked was followed.

More importantly,

He couldn't feel what magic the other party was using.

"Although I had this feeling before, is it different from any current magic system that you use?" The voice of the water behind us came over, "Who is the one who can create a brand new magic that is suitable for those who can do this? Yaresta?"

While saying these words, his eyes were also looking at the two of them.

The other party's face did not change at all.

Not Aresta? Or is it that the person behind the scenes concealed his identity?

"I'm very angry when you put on such a relaxed look." Shokuke Mizube pouted his red lips. Rather than being angry, it looked more like he was acting coquettish.

But as this sentence was spoken out, the alarm bell suddenly sounded in the heart of the water behind.

He noticed that the other party's eyes turned golden in an instant.

Suddenly.

Behind the other party, a phantom of a giant dragon appeared.

——Golden Eyes.

Strong oppression swept through his body and heart, which was a kind of oppression that originated from the level of life, as if facing a master who was absolutely inconsistent with the urge to kneel on the ground.

That's right, it's the skill that Silence has used.

It takes tens of thousands of trading points in just one minute.

Now, as a blue rare skill, it was activated by Fumibetsu.

This is her third blue rare skill.

Ignoring distance, as long as you see these eyes, you will leave indelible traces in your heart. People with insufficient willpower will even kneel on the ground in an instant and fall into great fear.

The willpower of the rear water is of course strong.

But—the speed was still slowed down.

He bit the tip of his tongue hard, stinging his spirit with pain and blood, and closed his eyes and retreated quickly.

"What is that?" His words were mixed with blood foam. "A giant dragon with this characteristic does not exist in any legend. The dragon cannot be a son of God."

That's right, this really shocked him.

There is not no dragon magic, there are many.

However, the phantom behind the other party even completely crushed the spiritual status of his Son of God. This is impossible. Only the level of the Creator can overwhelm the status of the Son of God. However, in any known system or legend, no creator is the posture of a dragon.

"This is not a skill that can resist just by closing your eyes." Shokuke Mizube's tone was a little breathless, but his smile was quite sweet.

This skill consumes a lot.

However, the other party was caught.

Fear has been implanted into the heart. Whenever you use your skills, no matter where you are, these golden eyes carrying absolute pressure will come to your mind. This is torture and a curse. Only by completely surrendering or completely defeating can the mind be calmed.

The water behind has also realized this.

Nothing to do with will.

No matter how hard the steel is, it will shrink under the constant impact of the torrent. The more you resist, the more severe the wear of the mind will become.

Sooner or later, you will lose your self-consciousness and become the other person's shape.

He has already lost.

Lost to the unknown.

"The power of the saint cannot be handed over to the school city like this." Zhishui, the rear, kept his eyes closed, but his will raised his head and faced the shadow of the dragon. "The fate of the mercenary is to die on the battlefield. I have already prepared."

"Oh?" Shimibe Shoku's voice suddenly sounded, with obvious playfulness, "But I clearly felt your inner attachment. I really didn't expect that there would be someone you like, too, hahaha, are you starting to regret offending me?"

There is no threat in this statement.

But it clearly indicates the possibility of a threat.

The water behind did feel fear.

It's not fearing this threat.

But behind this power of fear.

As powerful as him, he would fall into a state of failure after a trivial mistake, and give such powerful power to two girls who were only fourteen years old. The water behind seemed to see the imbalance of power, the turmoil sweeping the world, and the birth of countless tragedies.

"After the battle, my magic name has not been reported yet."

The water in the rear raised the big knife in his hand and hit the ground hard.

boom--!

A roar like an explosion sounded.

The hard concrete scattered swathes.

The water pipes buried deep and ground were broken, and the water flow that ejected from the broken gap was twisted and surged like a swimming snake.

"flere210, meaning the reason to change tears, which is why I fight with my weapons tightly."