I started as a pirate and connected to other worlds

With his eyes fixed on the Sith, Doflamingo almost cursed. He was not alone. He had a subjugated princess in the palace of Dressrosa. If the knife had been missed by just a few centimeters, , then his happy life for the rest of his life will be over.

But he didn't dare to express his dissatisfaction. After so many years of struggling, he learned a truth.

As a person, you have to know what you shouldn't say. Just think about it in your mind and never say it out loud, especially in an inappropriate place.

If you say something you shouldn't say at an inappropriate place, who will die if you don't die?

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

"Don Quixote Doflamingo? What do you want to do? Don't you, Shichibukai, want to do it? Or do you want to eat something like Teach and start your own business?"

With his eyes wide open, Sith's whole body was burning with angry karma. The long blade in his hand was squeezed tightly, and the cold murderous aura was pouring down like a sea.

The biting murderous intent was like December snow, spreading out as far as the eye could see. It was so oppressive that one could not breathe, and the sand and stones trembled. It was the purest murderous intent.

Perhaps in the eyes of ordinary people, he is not as domineering as Bawang, but it is completely his own thing. He has always been a person who does not hesitate to get his hands dirty in order to achieve his goals.

"call!"

He breathed out a breath of turbid air. It was obviously summer, but the water vapor in his mouth had formed a layer of white frost. The air was really cold and tight.

Holding the knife in both hands, the aura sank and merged into one. He no longer wanted to listen to the explanation or anything. Since you dared to stand in front of him, let's give my life here!

There was no trace of emotion in his eyes. Doflamingo's heart trembled and he shouted hurriedly.

"Hey, Wilson Sith, what do you want to do? The war is over, and the Five Old Stars have ordered a ceasefire... No, you bastard, do you want to kill me too?"

Looking panicked, Doflamingo was a little incoherent. Even the king of the dark world could only look panicked in the face of the real darkness.

Sith didn't say a word, and moved his knuckles slightly, still adjusting the breath on his body in place, and with a whoosh, the whole person disappeared in place.

There was a roar in the air. In Doflamingo's eyes, the man swooping over had completely turned into the wind. He was like a grinning sickle, which would cut through the air silently. Someone else's throat.

Cursing secretly, his lips trembled a little.

He was really blinded by lard before he replaced the red hair, and his pupils trembled up and down in his eye sockets.

"Don't you believe it? But the Five Old Stars, the Five Old Stars, the five most powerful people in the world government, they said the war is over, the war is over, don't you understand?"

Sith raised his eyes, and the thick malice almost burst out of his eyes. He grinned, and the originally white teeth were covered with foamy light pink blood.

"Who cares about that kind of thing? I only know one thing now, you blocked my way, you know? You blocked my way, then why don't you die?"

The veins on his neck bulged high, and the wounds stitched together by black silk threads twisted left and right like centipedes. His speed did not slow down, but accelerated a bit. He held the knife in both hands and cut a dark hole in the air like a black hole. .

"That guy..."

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

"Mihawk, Moria, what are you two waiting for? I talked to Wulaoxing. The war is over. The war is over. Come and save me soon... No, come and stop this madman. .”

Listening to Doflamingo's voice, Sengoku and others were a little distracted, and the phone in their arms made a buzzing sound.

His hands were squeezed together tightly, and the anger spurting out of his chest was like a fire burning in the forest in autumn, and it couldn't be stopped no matter what.

They knew very well that what Doflamingo said was absolutely true.

The sea breeze from afar hit them coldly. What on earth were they doing? Is this the so-called world government?

Have those pig-brained Celestial Dragons eaten too much? What do they take for the justice of the navy?

There was blood oozing from the teeth, no one took the initiative to answer the phone, and everyone was in an extremely depressed mood.

Unknown to the layout, a thick wall has been separated between them and the World Government. Once the crack opens, it cannot be closed. They are like a huge volcano hidden under the ice and snow, as if they only need a moment. A little bit of introduction will break out, no matter whether it is the enemy or friend, the whole world will be burned down.

The shadow was pulled in mid-air, and Sith was diving at a super speed close to the speed of sound, flashing left and right, and not a single five-colored thread could touch the corner of his clothes.

Panting heavily, Doflamingo's eyes turned red. He hadn't become the Pirate King yet, so how could he fall here so easily?

Endless breath spread outwards, and with a pull of his ten fingers, four or five huge white threads like shields were pulled out from the ground.

"Shield White Line!"

There are thousands of thin threads, white waves and raging waves. The thread fruits in his body are stimulated with all his strength, and even the hardest steel can be shattered by a single blow.

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

"If that's the case, it should be able to block that guy, right?"

His voice was trembling. At one time, even he began to doubt his own strength.

"Have you awakened your devil fruit? It's really an amazing ability, but it's useless. Do you understand that you're blocking my way?"

There was a faint voice, and there was a conch sound behind Sith, and his fingers moved slightly.

"Sword power - horizontal slash!"

The long knife, as black as ink, drew a thin line in the air and stabbed it. The huge white line was not blocked even for a moment, and was cut off by the light of the knife.

Doflamingo's expression froze on his face, and he suddenly felt great fear. His pupils shrank, and the threads shot out in all directions, pulling his body as if running.

"When provoked, even a lazy fat cat will try his best to scratch a scratch. You didn't leave anything behind. Do you still want to leave?"

The body rotated in the air, and the sharp blade in his hand was like a waving steel top.

The cold wind was miserable and headed straight for Doflamingo's head.

Clang!

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

"Strange swordsman, are you interested in practicing with me?"

"Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. You survived. Mihawk, I owe you a favor."

Seeing the figure clearly, Doflamingo stopped, threw his head back and laughed. There were beads of sweat on his body, but he survived, didn't he?

"Wilson Sith? What did you want me to leave just now?"

boom! boom! boom!

Two black knives were fighting on the spot quickly, leaving an afterimage. Sith's eyes darkened, and he grunted. He held the knife in his right hand and turned around. Before anyone could react, a handful of black knives burned. The slender spear of black flames was thrown out with his backhand.

"I told you to keep something, didn't you hear?"

"what!"

A piercing scream sounded, and the spear penetrated Doflamingo's left arm. With a huff, the black flames burned as fiercely as if it had encountered grease.

The water evaporates, and in just a blink of an eye it becomes a skinny piece of dry wood.

The flames were still burning, spreading upwards and threatening to burn the whole body.

His clothes were wet with sweat. He couldn't remember the last time he was forced to this point?

Deep regret kept growing in his heart. Why should he provoke that bastard?

Regret was followed by hatred. He lowered his head and glanced at his left arm, as if he had made an extremely strong decision.

He closed his eyes, pulled with his right hand, and the silk thread was cut like a long knife.

White light flashed.

thump!

A severed arm fell to the ground, and the flames continued, seeming to dye the entire earth into pitch black.