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Weapons clashed. What blinded everyone's eyes was …    

The dagger in Fang Qi's hand strangely stabbed into the arrogant demon's mouth. Following the movement of Fang Qi's arm, a soft and flat object fell down.    

"His tongue is broken!"    

"That devil's tongue is broken!"    

"Oh my god!" This is too accurate! "    

"This devil …" Are you sure it's the Infernal King? Why does it feel like … Such a weak chicken! "    

"Same feeling, same feeling, why are you so stupid..." If you want me to go up... "He can even win …"    

"Hehe …" Then don't think too much into it, this is the Fang Qi Warrior's luck! As for you … What do you think you have? "    

"The title of the Pickup King is not for nothing!"    

"Fang Qi is invincible!"    

"Do your best, warrior Fang Qi!"    

"Fang Qi will definitely win!"    

Now, Fang Qi already had a huge fan club, saying that he was part of the Pickup King, let alone one with extreme luck.    

From the perspective of a common monk, Fang Qi's luck was indeed quite good.    

But how could there be so much luck in this world? Good luck depended on the foundation of one's strength!    

Weak strength … Still finished.    

"The first thing you said in your last words was to cut off your tongue …"    

"Let me think about what the second method is …"    

"Oh …" Right, you're going to use a knife to cut your body up to three thousand times? Let you guarantee that you won't die? "    

"F * ck!" This was too tiring! I don't have time to f * cking slash you three thousand times! "    

"How about this, ten blades. How do you think I should make a knife move on you?"    

"Four blades are required to cut off four limbs …" And then through the chest? Cut his neck? Dig out your eyes? "    

"Ugh …" "Then come …"    

Fang Qi carried a devilish smile on his face, smiling as he stared at the demon race genius Wu Su whose mouth was covered in blood.    

Originally, Fang Qi wasn't even prepared to do anything to him, but this guy just had to court death …    

Then Fang Qi would have no other choice.    

For those who want to kill him... Fang Qi felt that there was no longer any need to retreat.    

"Wuwuwu …" "Sob, sob, sob …"    

The Demon race's Wu Su could only wail, but he could no longer make a sound. He wanted to use his own mana to attack Fang Qi …    

But sadly, he discovered … He couldn't use his spiritual energy at all.    

The current him looked as if he had lost his ability to move, as if he was a stiff corpse. He could only watch as Fang Qi pointed and drew on his body, unable to do anything.    

"Human brat, how dare you!"    

On the stage, Demon Emperor Mingyu watched the change in the competition from the sidelines with a stupefied face. He never thought that Wu Su, the person he relied on would be able to defeat him in one round.    

Wasn't Fang Qi cursed by the explosion of the Bloodbone Demons? The current him … He shouldn't be able to use his spiritual energy!    

But now … What exactly is going on …    

Not only was he able to use spirit energy, he was also getting stronger!    

"Could it be that the Demon Emperor of the Demon race wants to break the rules of the competition? Ask my Shahai City's human warriors if they agree to it! "    

Fang Qi picked up the slaughter knife that fell to the ground and directly stabbed it at the Demon Wu Su in front of him …    

His technique was very professional, direct and direct.    

"Wuwuwu …"    

The demons let out miserable wails, but he was destined to … He couldn't even utter a single word.    

All of the things that he wanted to do to Fang Qi in the past had now been repaid to him.    

So... Only then did the situation become even more colorful.    

Karma comes so fast.