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When the weapons collided, what blinded everyone was...

The dagger in Fang Qi's hand was inserted into the mouth of that arrogant demon strangely, and with the stirring of Fang Qi's arm, a soft thing fell down...

"His tongue is broken!"

"That demon's tongue is broken!"

"My God! This is too accurate!"

"This demon clan... are you sure it's the devil king? Why do you think... so weak!"

"I feel the same way, why are you so stupid... If you want to replace me...you can win..."

"Hehe...then don't think too much about it. This is Fang Qi's warrior with the luck of the race! As for you...what do you think you have?"

"The title of Leak Picking King is not for nothing!"

"Fang Qi is an invincible warrior!"

"Fang Qi warriors come on!"

"Fang Qi's warriors will win!"

Now Fang Qi already has a huge fan base. It is said that he is the king of leaks, not to mention that he is very lucky.

From the point of view of an ordinary monk, Fang Qi's luck was indeed overwhelmed.

But how can there be so much good luck in this world? The so-called good luck is based on strength!

If the strength is not enough... it is still finished.

"The first of your last words is to cut off your tongue..."

"Let me think about the second one..."

"Oh... By the way, you were stabbed three thousand times with a knife? To make you promise not to die?"

"My Cao! This is too tiring! How the hell do I have time to spend three thousand knives on you!"

"Well, just ten knives, how do you think I should use a knife on you?"

"It takes four knives to cut off the limbs...and then stab the chest? Cut off the neck? Gouging out the eyes?"

"Well...then come..."

Fang Qi had a devilish smile on his face. While smiling, he stared at Wusu, a genius of the demon clan who was full of blood.

Originally, Fang Qi didn't plan to do anything to him, but this guy wanted to court death by himself...

Then Fang Qi couldn't help it.

For those who want to kill him... Fang Qi feels that there is no need to continue to back down.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

The demon Wusu could only wail, but he could no longer make a sound. He wanted to use his magic power to attack Fang Qi...

But it was sad to find that...he couldn't mobilize his spiritual power at all.

At this moment, he seemed to have lost the ability to move, like a stiff dead body, he could only watch Fang Qi pointing and drawing on him, but he was helpless.

"Human race boy, you are bold!"

Demon King Mingyu on the high platform watched the changes on the arena with a confused face. How could he never have imagined that Wusu, whom he was relying on, would be defeated in one round?

Wasn't Fang Qi cursed by the self-explosion of the blood bone demons? The current him... shouldn't be able to use his spiritual power!

But right now... what is the situation...

Not only can he use his spiritual power, but he also becomes stronger and stronger!

"Does the demon king of the demon race want to break the rules of the competition? Ask me, the human warriors in Shahai City, if they agree!"

Fang Qi picked up the slaughter knife that fell on the ground and stabbed at the demon Wusu in front of him...

The approach is very professional, direct, and not sloppy.

"Woo woo woo..."

The demons let out a miserable wailing sound, but he was destined...to be unable to utter a single word.

All the things he wished Fang Qi to do before, are now being given back to him one by one.

In this way... the current situation has become more colorful.

Karma comes so fast.