"Okay, then I'll see how you make it impossible for me to draw my sword." Black Shura was furious, his eyes were staring at Fang Dong, but his left hand made a gesture covertly.

Hei Shura secretly said in his heart: "Originally, I wanted to give you a good time, but you yourself want to die, if you don't make you live, it is better to kneel down and beg for mercy, my Hei Shura is born to you." ”

Black Shura stared at Fang Dong's eyes with a murderous intent looming, as soon as Fang Dong took out his sword, he would immediately cooperate with the death-style counterattack, so that Fang Dong would fall under his sword in an instant, and then he could enjoy the reverence of the demon man as a victor.

Hei Shura is still very confident in the ability of the death style, he has seen too many people killed by that paper man, as long as he signs his name, no one will be spared.

In order to be safe, Hei Shura also deliberately glanced at the direction of the corner tower, and saw that he was standing in front of the window in a dead manner, holding a paper figure in one hand and scissors in the other, ready to start at any time, and Hei Shura was completely relieved.

"Aren't you really going to strike your sword first?" Fang Dong looked at Black Shura with a smile.

"Stop talking nonsense, and soon I'll have you on your knees begging for mercy." Hei Shura said coldly.

"Then you're welcome." Fang Dong summoned the empty color ruler, and did not use the Dragon Gate Eight Absolute Sword, he directly slashed it on the head, except for the extremely fast sword, there were not many advantages.

"Hmph, this kind of swordsmanship also wants to hurt my Black Shura, even if there is no death-style cooperation, it will be easy to win you." However, Hei Shura was a cautious person after all, so he still made a gesture and asked Death to cooperate with him to make a move, so as not to have any accidents.

But the moment Hei Shura's palm pressed the hilt of the sword, his pupils shrank sharply, his face was full of horror, and he wanted to roar angrily, but he found that he couldn't make a sound at all.

And his body seemed to be imprisoned by countless chains, let alone pulling out the sword, even if he moved his fingers, he couldn't do it.

Strange blood-colored patterns emerged from his skin, like gorgeous roses.

"How so...... How so...... Could it be ......" Black Shura suddenly thought of something, he hadn't seen Fang Dong at all before going out to fight, and he hadn't even had contact with outsiders, and the only person who had the opportunity to contact him was death.

Hei Shura's body couldn't move, so he could only forcibly turn his eyeballs and distort his eyes into a strange angle to see the corner tower where the death style was, but the moment he saw the window, Hei Shura's whole person was shrouded in anger, resentment, regret, unwillingness, despair and other emotions.

In front of the window of the corner tower, the dead style had already set the paper figure on fire, and casually threw the burning paper figure out of the window, but Fang Dong had nothing to do, and Hei Shura had fully understood what was going on.

"Deathly, you dare to betray me!" Black Shura roared angrily in his heart, but he couldn't make a sound, and his whole person was controlled by the blood-colored pattern.

The invisible blade flashed, and one of the heads of Black Shura flew into the air, those eyes were staring deadly, full of unwillingness and anger, he had many powerful secret techniques that had not been used, and there was a shocking origin power that had not yet been used, but he died under a single cut, and he was unwilling to die.

Although he was unwilling, Hei Shura still died like this, and his head was cut off by Fang Dong's sword in this way, and he didn't even pull out the sword until he died, and the hand that was still holding the hilt of the sword before he died fell down with the headless corpse, and the demon blood flowed all over the ground.

There was silence under the Demon Fighting Stage, the demons had already been stunned by everything in front of them, no one wanted to believe what they saw with their eyes, Fang Dong actually killed the Black Shura with a sword, and the Black Shura really didn't even pull out the sword.

All this came too unreal, so that the demons had the illusion of being in a dream, and for a while the entire demon arena fell silent, without a single sound, and the silence was terrifying.

"Interesting." A strange smile appeared on the corner of Jun's mouth, she understood what was hidden behind this seemingly one-sided duel, so she found it interesting.

"What a terrible person, I'm a little entangled now, whether to let him go back to the Holy Realm, if such a person really grows up, it will undoubtedly be a big trouble for our demons in the future." The flower saver also understood, and said with a complicated expression.

Jun smiled: "Since ancient times, whether it is a human or a demon, geniuses have emerged in an endless stream, but how many people can really reach that supreme position?" He is just one of the thousands of grains of dust, and there is still no end in sight to the road to glory. ”

"Again, he's just a scribe, and it's too early to worry." The flower saver laughed dumbly.

Fang Dong stood on the stage, put away the empty color ruler, and suddenly looked up to the sky at a forty-five degree angle and sighed: "I have been alone and sought defeat in the demon world for more than ten years, and I want to defeat but can't get it in the same level, it is really sad and lamentable, and it makes people disheartened, and I will no longer go on stage to compete with others from now on." ”

The faces of the demons below Fang Dong's words turned blue and red for a while, but no one could refute them, even the Black Shura was slaughtered by him with a sword, they couldn't even find a word to refute, they could only watch Fang Dong despise all the demon-level demons on the stage.

Seeing that the demons in the audience were angry, but no one could say a word, Fang Dong was in a very comfortable mood, Grandpa Mao said that treating the enemy should be as cruel as a harsh winter, he liked the itchy teeth of the enemy who hated him, and he couldn't bite him.

And that pretending to be forced, as early as when he used the name Dugu Seeking Defeat, he had already thought about it countless times in his mind, although it was far from reaching the lonely realm of the real Dugu Seeking Defeat, which was invincible in the world, but it was enough to make Fang Dong's mood very comfortable.

"If you can stand at the top of the Demon Realm and say these few words in the future, this life will not be in vain." Fang Dong secretly thought about the scene at that time in his heart, and he couldn't help but feel a little excited.

However, Fang Dong immediately regained his mood, because his play had not yet been performed, and all the previous things were just foreshadowing, and the next thing was the real topic.

After settling his mind, Fang Dong's gaze swept over the faces of the many demons in the audience, and then sighed lightly: "I originally thought that there should be a few people in the demon soldier level who are worthy of me to understand the demon name, but now it seems that I think highly of you demon soldiers." ”

"Since the demon soldiers are not worth it, then I will solve the name of the demon general, who is the demon general in this demon city?" Fang Dong asked condescendingly as he glanced at the demon.

"The demon generals in my demon city, of course, are led by Lord Lonely Night." The death style has already been mixed with the demons in the audience, and it has played a good role of "trust".

"Yes, naturally it's Lord Loneyooka......" Someone picked up, and many demons who knew the name of Loneyoka shouted.

"Okay, then I'll take this opportunity to ask Dugu for defeat, Lonely Night, do you dare to report the true name of the demon to me?" Fang Dong pointed to the sky and asked, spreading the sound of the Demon City.