With his eyes fixed on the Sith, Doflamingo almost cursed. He was not alone. He was a princess in Dresrosa's palace. If the knife was a few centimeters more, his happy life for the rest of his life would be over.

However, he did not dare to express that dissatisfaction. So many years of tumbling and scrambling made him learn a truth.

You must know this in your heart. You should just think about it in your heart. You must not say it, especially in an inappropriate place.

Saying things that shouldn't be said at an inappropriate place. Who should die like this if you are immortal?

Before he could speak, the man opposite him opened his mouth angrily.

"Don Quixote Doflamingo? What do you want to do? Do you don't want to do this Seven Warriors Sea? Or do you also want to eat something like Dic and start your own business?"

With his eyes wide open, Sith was burning with angry karma fire all over his body. The long blade in his hand was tightly pinched, and the cold murderous aura was pressing down like a sea.

The biting murderous intent is like the snow in December. It spreads out and looks endless, so depressing that it makes people breathless. The sand and stones tremble. It is the purest murderous intent.

Perhaps in the eyes of ordinary people, he is not as domineering as a domineering person, but he is completely his own thing. He has always been a person who can smear his hands in order to achieve his goals.

"call!"

A sip of turbid air was spit out. It was clearly summer, and the water vapor spit out from his mouth formed a layer of white frost. The air was so cold that it was so tight.

He held the knife in both hands, his momentum subsided, and integrated into one, explaining something. He no longer wanted to hear it. Since he dared to stand in front of him, let's explain his life here together!

There was no trace of emotion in his eyes, Doverming's heart trembled and he screamed hurriedly.

"Hey, Wilson Sith, what do you want to do? The war is over, and the five old stars have ordered a truce... No, you bastard, do you want to kill me?"

With a panic look, Doflamingo was a little incoherent. Even the king of the dark world had to show a look of panic in front of the real darkness.

The Sith said nothing, his fingers moved slightly, and he was still regulating his breath on his body. With a whoosh, he disappeared from the place.

The roar of air came from his ears. In the eyes of Doflamingo, the man who was sweeping over had completely turned into the wind. He was like a grim sickle, which would slash someone else's throat silently.

He cursed inwardly, his lips trembled a little.

He was so lard that he had really caught his heart that he would make his head stand for Red Hair, and his pupils trembled up and down in his eyes.

"Don't you believe it? But the five old stars, the five most powerful people in the world government, they said that the war is over and the war is over. Don't you understand?"

Sith raised his eyes, and the thick malice almost burst out from his sockets, and his mouth was grinning, and his originally white teeth were covered with foamy light pink blood.

"Who cares about that kind of thing? I only know one thing now. You are in my way. Do you know? If you are in my way, why don't you die?"

The blue veins on his neck were bulging high, and the wounds sewn together by black silk twisted left and right like centipedes. His speed did not decrease, but instead accelerated a few points. He held the knife in both hands and cut a dark belt like a black hole in the air.

"That guy..."

The muscles on his face twisted into a ball, Doflamingo yelled around like a madman, and the five-colored silk threads hit the Sith like a long whip.

"Mihawk, Molia, what are you two waiting for? I talked to the Five Old Stars. The war is over and the war is over. Why don't you come and save me... No, why don't you come and stop this lunatic."

Listening to Doflamingo's voice, Warring States and others were a little lost, and the phone bug in their arms was rumbling.

The hands were pinched together tightly, and the anger that gushed out of his chest was like a fire ignited in the forest in autumn, and it could not be stopped no matter how hard it was.

They knew very well that what Doflamingo said was not false.

The sea breeze from afar hits them coldly. What exactly are they doing for? Is this the so-called world government?

Did those pig-brained Tianlong people eat too much? What did they regard the justice of the navy as?

The teeth were biting and bleeding, and no one took the initiative to answer the phone, and everyone's mood was extremely low.

I don't know that in the layout, there was a thick wall between them and the world government. Once the cracks opened, they could not close. They were like a huge volcano hidden under the snow and ice, as if only a little introduction would erupt, burning the whole world, no matter how enemies and enemies were.

The shadow was pulled in mid-air, and Sith was diving at an extremely high speed near the speed of sound, flashing left and right, and no five-colored line could touch the corner of his clothes.

He was gasping heavily, and Doflaming's eyes were red. He had not become One Piece yet, so how could he easily fall here?

The endless breath spread out, and he pulled four or five huge white lines like shields pulled out from the ground.

"Shield White Line!"

There were thousands of thin lines, white waves and roaring waves. The fruits in his body were activated by him with all his strength. Even the hardest steel could be shattered by one blow.

The expression on his face was a little soothing, and the silk threads scattered from the ground gave him a little more sense of security.

"If this is the case, it should be able to block that guy, right?"

His voice trembled a little. Once upon a time, even he began to doubt his power.

"The devil fruit awakens? It's really an amazing ability, but it's useless. Do you understand if you block my way?"

The sound was faint, and a conch sounded from behind the Sith, and his fingers were slightly tugged.

"Sword stance-horizontal slash!"

The long black sword drew a thin line in the air. It thorned, and the huge white line could not be blocked for a moment and was cut off by the knife light.

Doflamingo's expression froze on his face, and suddenly felt a huge fear, shrank his pupils, and the silk thread shot towards the surroundings, pulling his body as if running.

"After being provoked, even a lazy fat cat will try hard to scratch a mark on people. You don't leave anything, do you still want to leave?"

The body rotates in the air, and the sharp blade in the center of the hand is like a waving steel top.

The cold wind was sad and slashed straight towards Dovermingo's head.

clang!

Suddenly, a huge black sword fell from the sky, jammed the angle and interrupted the Sith's attack.

"A strange swordsman, are you interested in practicing with me?"

"Yuyouyouyouyou, survive, Mihawk, I owe you a favor."

Seeing the figure clearly, Doflamingo stopped and began to raise his head and laughed. The sweat was still on his body, but he survived, didn't he?

"Wilson Sith? What did you want me to leave behind?"

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The two black knives fought quickly on the spot, and the afterimage flew out. The Sith had a muffled groan, held the knife in his right hand, and turned around. Before the few people could react, a slender spear burning with black flames was thrown out by his backhand.

"I said I wanted you to leave something, didn't you hear it?"

"ah!"

A harsh scream rang out, and the spear penetrated Doflamingo's left arm. A whirlwind, and the black flames burned violently as if they had encountered grease.

The moisture evaporates, and in just a blink of an eye it turns into a thin dry wood.

The flames were still burning, spreading upwards, and they were burning the whole body.

Sweat wet his clothes, and he couldn't remember the last time he was forced to this point?

A strong sense of regret continued to grow from the heart. Why did he provoke that bastard?

After regret, hatred was revealed. He looked down at his left arm, as if he had made an extremely large decision.

Close your eyes, pull your right hand, and cut the silk thread like a long knife.

A white light flashed.

thump!
Chapter completed!