When power is integrated into one's own situation, anger sharing does not weaken the power, but rather increases the power, which is the case.

After a long period of precipitation, Imu has long integrated his strength perfectly into his body.

The cracked sky shows the infinite power of heaven.

The face that has been out of shape is completely devoid of its previous blandness.

Although Imu claims to be a god, in the face of crisis, he is just an ordinary person, an ordinary person who will go crazy when he is hurt.

Fang Xing didn't dodge, or he didn't intend to dodge. He walked forward slowly in the face of the attack, like a tourist in the middle of an expo who leisurely and elegantly read everything around him.

Any attack that fell on him was manipulated and absorbed into the blade. The blade, wrapped in infinite power, was no longer as delicate as before, but seemed to be wrapped in an indescribable black thing.

Quietly walking, stepping on the ground without making any sound.

But the coercion brought by the blade to Im was unusual, and Im's pupils contracted slightly, and his strength was concentrated by it.

At this moment, Fang Xing in his eyes is no longer a fool who challenges God with all his might. It's more like a god-slayer with the blade of the god butcher in his hand, and he is on par with it. He concentrated his forces just to stop him and let the crisis subside.

No one knew how Fang Xing approached, the silent footsteps, the sound of broken footsteps like amplified thunder, resounded in everyone's ears. Sight and hearing were ineffective, and searchlights did not catch him.

Imu stared at a place that was invisible to the naked eye, and in that empty place, he knew that Fang Xing was right in front of him. His footsteps were loud, as if deliberately done to confuse him. Im was not fooled, he used his domineering power to firmly lock this qi machine. Gradually, the attack slowed down, not to give up the attack, but to be able to concentrate, he concentrated on building up his spirit, just for the next death confrontation that would be born.

The air was dull, and Imu looked ahead in a daze.

Suddenly, he moved. The movements appear rough and elegant, just to kill the enemy, wrapped in absolute killing intent. He is no longer in the mood for entertainment before, and in the duel of life and death, who will pay attention to the so-called principles and habits? All he left was the idea of killing Fang Xing.

An unrivaled energy emanated, and the oppression from space slanted towards the empty space in front of him.

But it wasn't empty, the energy that should have been unrivaled was deviant, and it stopped so abruptly.

Fang Xing's figure then appeared, and the footsteps stopped abruptly, and the surrounding space fell into silence. The moment the energy came into contact with Fang Xing's body, it in turn launched a frantic counterattack against Imu.

Everything seemed to be just a foreshadowing for this moment, using the pressure of sound and vision to make Imu launch such a powerful attack, inducing him to use such a dirty method as energy tilting. Calculations take time, especially the huge amount of energy released by Imu, and the extremely short time difference caused by the distance difference between Fang Xing and Imu is the best time to calculate.

From the very beginning, it was Fang Xing's calculations.

Flooded by the energy tilted by his own energy, Imu can indeed control the energy in the air, but there is a limit to his ability. In the face of the energy that he had been accumulating for so long, even if he had eight more hands, he would not be able to control it.

Fang Xing put his hand in his trouser pocket and walked over slowly in a way that was not conducive to fighting.

Imu looked at this not majestic figure, and felt a little emotional and angry in his heart. The advantage of battle had slipped out of his palm, and the only advantage left was his seemingly useless height, at least with the advantage of height, he could overlook Fang Xing. But.. Now the height advantage was also thrown away by him, and the injury and the severe pain that came made him crouch down.

“.. Don't you feel sad? The so-called gods have forgotten even the way to fight. Fang Xing said lightly.

Im doesn't feel sad, perhaps because he's not really God. He just felt a pity, he used to be a person who was good at fighting, otherwise he would not have been able to establish a world government, but in the long time, the strength made him forget the way to fight, he could have used some boring time to make his body familiar with and remember the feeling of battle, but he didn't.

"It's not just a moment, it's the result that counts." Imu retorted.

His injuries recovered at an alarming rate, and it only took a few moments to return to his normal condition. This is far more exaggerated than Kaido's recovery speed, even Kaido's body that cannot be defeated, in the face of the fatal injuries all over his body just now, it will take several days to recover, but Yimu is a hundred times faster.

"You're really causing me trouble, Vegapunk.." Fang Xing sighed faintly.

Fang Xing put his hand in the scabbard again, and Yimu's eyes suddenly became cautious.

Although Fang Xing hadn't used that knife to have much of a lethal effect from just now, Yimu hadn't relaxed his vigilance at all, he didn't think that Fang Xing was a person who would wear an ornament around his waist. The belated killing machine was even more terrifying, especially the voice just now, including the disappearing figure, which was a means to induce him to attack. The attack of the Immortal, the rebellion of the navy, the outpouring of the people... Everything seems to be in his plan, this is a cunning guy, the level of cunning alone is enough to make him jealous, not to mention that he still has strength.

In battle, everyone has their own way of fighting. Hardliners like Akainu, when faced with Fang Xing's behavior, will definitely choose to attack to solve the situation. Flying squirrels, on the other hand, will choose to duck and distance themselves to ensure that they have enough time to react after the opponent attacks.

However, Imu was caught in the middle, with an incomparably strong energy, but the man was in a state of confusion, he didn't know if he should fight back, if he fought back, if he would usher in the situation just now, if he didn't fight back, if he didn't fight back, he would lose the fighter again. Under this contradictory thought, he was stunned in place. Just as Fang Xing said, he had lost the way to fight, and he was so used to being strong that he had forgotten even the basic retreat. The pain reminded him of fear, but it didn't tell him the real way to fight.

The pitch-black color deepened, and Fang Xing quietly looked at the scabbard that was on the verge of shattering, and then looked at Im.

"Because of you, I might have to break a convention."

Yimu looked at Fang Xing strangely, but his eyes were more jealous. He didn't answer because he feared that when he did, the attack would follow. He wasn't actually worried about Fang Xing's attack, the recovery power obtained from the transformation of the bloodline factor was not something that could be destroyed by a simple attack, but he was more worried about the pain caused by the attack, he was powerful, he didn't know how long he hadn't tasted pain, the pain caused by this near-death serious injury was incomparable, even if he could recover, his body's immunity to pain was almost none.

Ignoring Yimu's reaction, Fang Xing's other hand quietly stroked the black knife Qiushui, as if it was a gesture of pity. He caressed the blade of the knife in a gentle motion that even he hadn't imagined.

There was no problem with the knife itself, but there would be a problem after swinging the blade, and the energy of the blade that Fang Xing was directing had exceeded its original load.

Fang Xing pulled out the blade, his movements just as gentle. Unlike ordinary knife drawing, ordinary knife drawing focuses on strength and speed, and uses the scabbard itself to form a power storage point similar to a lever to deliver a sharp slash. But with vector operation, he doesn't need to change the power at will, he just needs to confirm the direction and slowly push it out.

After the previous lessons, Yimu did not relax his vigilance in the face of Fang Xing's gentle movements, his eyes were always fixed on Fang Xing's body.

Wow.. Wow..

Before the power could be released, there was a cracking sound from the blade.

“.. You've reached your limit, man." Fang Xing said to himself.

Im didn't know why he said that, because he couldn't understand Fang Xing's emotion, and regarded Blade as a companion? This is a bit ridiculous, it is just a tool used to kill people, and even before fighting Fang Xing, Im never admitted that the blade has any value, and the battle with Hawkeye only makes him feel that the blade can be used.

The black knife Qiushui, the famous sword of Wano Country, its blade is once again flushed red, as if it is writing the dazzling brilliance of the last moment of life.

With each slash, Fang Xing retained his strength in it. The reason why the red color of the blade is concealed is precisely because it is mixed with power that does not belong to the knife itself.

The power in the confrontation, absorbing the power of the earth's rotation, is all for the moment of slashing.

It was unsheathed, and the sound of trembling resounded throughout the battlefield, like a scream, more like a salute...

This is the brilliance that bloomed in the last moment of its life, without superfluous embellishment, just an ordinary slashing action, but it brought an extraordinary slash.

The night was cut off by the blow, the sky was opened, and the clouds were completely separated.

Yimu's body left countless traces of slashing, each of which was a technique that Fang Xing learned from the country of Hezhi, in the face of thousands or even tens of thousands of slashes, even Yimu could not defend himself, and he simply used his body to resist in the back.

The space was silent because of Im's appearance that he could no longer see the shape of his body, the battlefield stopped because of the news of Im's death, and the intercepted World Government troops revealed unbelievable faces on their faces, and the first to bear the brunt was the five old stars, whose already old cheeks suddenly added ten years of time, and it seemed even more vicissitudes.

No one thinks that in such a shape, people can still survive ...

Fang Xing quietly put down the hilt in his hand, the blade of the knife had already broken into powder, which could no longer be repaired.

A startling sound came from the shapeless piece of flesh.

Even Fang Xing felt incredible, in his cognition, no one could survive in that situation, but there was no doubt that it was Yimu's voice.

He survived! In the case of a monster with only a piece of flesh left in its body, the body without any bones is wriggling, and the mouth and vocal cords are born first, and because of this, they can make sounds. The bones emerge abruptly from the flesh and begin to shape the bones.

"As I said, the result is the most important thing!" Yimu's voice came suddenly, with a vast momentum, and it also conveyed the message that he was alive to the entire battlefield.

The battle that had been fought was restarted.

Fang Xing's face looked at Yimu with a somewhat ugly face, and only then did Vegapunk's voice come slowly, "After developing to the extreme, you will find that the meaning of life does not lie in the body. The body is just a form that is used to bind the body. ”

"You're in trouble.." Fang Xing replied angrily.

If it was the original Imu, he would never have survived when his body had been completely destroyed just now, but he survived... Relying on the proud invention of Vegapunk.