: 247 exposed dead eyes

"Hey!"
The blades are interlaced.
In the hall like Wang Ting, the silver-colored dagger and the long sword collided together, letting the intense sparks splash in the space.
That is an unusually dazzling scene.
However, under such dazzling scenes, what is hidden is the murder that cannot be ignored.
"call!"
At this moment, the figure in the square has been completely transformed into a blast, as if it was a shifting shadow, flashing in the body of Sherlock.
The ice-blue magic eyes stared at the detective holding the knight sword.
The dagger in his hand is a deadly cold mang.
In this way, the party flew back and forth around Sherlock at an alarming rate. The dagger in the hand was like a squally shower, and it continued to sway forward, so that the knife could not be seen in the body of Sherlock.
"Hey!"
The fierce crossfire sounded loudly.
In the face of the storm sniper from all directions, Sherlock did not evade, but only swayed the sword in his hand with the smallest movement, and the figure was as the square continued to rotate, just like dancing, the future attack I took it one by one.
If it is said that there is a blast in the square, then Sherlock is a breeze.
Even if it seems to occupy a disadvantage, but the sniper from all sides is all connected by Sherlock, so that the sparks and the sound of the cross can not be smashed around, it looks very beautiful.
Under such circumstances, Sherlock’s mouth always carries a faint smile.
On the other hand, although there was a violent attack on Sherlock, the expression was more and more dignified.
"This guy…"
As the battle progressed, Fang Li was really more and more scared.
Because, in front of this fierce battle like a sword, it is not scientific at all.
Under the ability of the dead eye, the square can clearly see the dead line of the object.
Not only is Sherlock's dead line, but even the dead line of the weapon in the hands of Sherlock can be clearly seen in the square.
Therefore, at the beginning of the battle, in the Sherlock, after the sword was set up, countless times to kill the sword.
As a result, they all ended in failure.
This is where the square is scared.
It is true that it is more difficult to aim at the dead line of the sword than the human body with a larger target.
Just like when I was in the same position as Jiuzhi, the death line of the sword is not only fine. Under the speed of waving, if you want to hit it accurately, it is also a test of the ability of the attacker. It is not so easy to cut. .
However, Fang Li is also not the original ambassador of the Lord.
Nowadays, Fang Li has mastered the seven-night assassination technique, and he has made great progress in terms of skill. In addition, he is far more agile than the general fifth-level existence. It is not difficult to cut the weapon in the speed of waving.
However, since the battle, the Fang has no idea how many knives have been thrown, but there is no one to cut the dead line of Sherlock’s weapons.
It’s like being able to perceive the wishful thinking in the heart of the party. Sherlock only waved the sword with extremely small movements. The long sword not only bounced off the sniper in the square, but also caused the dead line to deviate from the subtle gap. The goal in the party.
This is simply unbelievable.
As soon as such a thought flashed in the heart of Fang, the sound of Sherlock’s smile and laughter sounded again.
"It's not an incredible thing."
"!"
It is like seeing through the words in the heart of the square, so that the party can't help but feel tight.
And Sherlock is still dancing like a dance in the same place, while playing the sniper in the side, while leisurely.
"If my reasoning is not wrong, you should have some very special abilities. What kind of abilities are the ones I don't know, but that should be the ability to take a hit to take effect."
A pair of ice blue magic eyes fluttered in the square, and the sniper in the hand could not help but slow down a little.
Feeling that the attack in the party became sluggish, Sherlock smiled: "Don't ask me how I know, it's something that can be easily inferred."
"After all, from the very beginning, your vision is very explicit, always staring at the place that needs to be attacked, but not paying attention to the rest, so I naturally will be why you are so persistent. If you want to attack the questions in these places, and then combine your previous performance, you can easily reason about this level of things."
Sherlock is already a blind person, and it is naturally very sensitive to the sense of sight of others.
"And, from the point of view of your attack with a tight line of sight, I can still reason." Sherlock said with great certainty: "Your ability is absolutely related to the eyes."
Speaking of such a sentence, Sherlock's fierce force, turned to attack, a wrong body, the sword in his hand is suddenly spurting out.
"Hey!"
With the suspicion of the first few sounds, Sherlock’s spurs were blocked by the side.
However, Sherlock did not care, and the sword in his hand flashed, releasing a stinging attack like an aurora.
The speed of the spurs is not only very fast, but also the trajectory is extremely difficult.
Knowing the deeds of Sherlock Holmes, this is the Western swordsmanship.
According to the book, Sherlock is not only a sharpshooter using a pistol, but also an expert in fighting and Western swordsmanship.
Seeing the storm-like spurs constantly hitting in their own direction, the face in the square was slightly tight, but the figure was like a mirage, and it was frequently evaded.
However, whenever a flash of a spur is flashed in the square, the next spur will be brought to him in a more aggressive and rapid trend.
"I have said it already? Can I feel your position even with the flow of air?"
Sherlock, who has been able to explain it, has once again released a speedy spur, making the tip of the sword like a laser, and shooting in the direction of the square.
"Hey!"
Fang Li finally lifted the dagger in an unavoidable situation and blocked the attacking spurs.
"Hey!"
However, the next moment, a more sturdy spurs cut through the space and hit the chest in the square.
"Tear it!"
The tearing sounds all the way.
That was the sound of the clothes in front of the square being pierced.
On the occasion of the millennium, Fang Li tried to sideways, avoiding the assault that struck, and let the clothes in front of him be pierced.
"Hey..."
However, at this time, Sherlock's body all had electric light.
"Bilibili!"
As the current slammed, a powerful thunderbolt exploded on Sherlock's body.