Undefeated God of War: Seventy-fifth quarter sickle


The black death is tightly entangled with Tang Tian. Tang Tian can soberly feel the power from the dead line, as well as creepy erosion, just like countless bugs are desperately moving towards his body. Drill inside.

The power of the dead line is so strong, the bones of Tang Tian are a bit quick to break.

The sickle formed by Death Qi, which is rich and extreme, exudes a breath of death, as if it is a sickle of death dedicated to harvesting life. The strength of Wang Ou is far worse than death. In order to wield this sword, he needs to pay an arm.

The king puppet with a broken arm, his whole body Death Qi fades quickly, dim, and disappears like smoke.

A blow?

Tang Tian The icy heart is ancient, and the eyes are like a red iron, exhaling a palpitating breath.

Time seems to stand still.

The raging red light keeps escaping from the demon, like a fiery flame. The flesh and blood in Tang Tian's body burns silently, the red light is like the furnace fire of steelmaking, and the flesh and blood is like the furnace charge, which is constantly burning and constantly reorganizing.

Wonderful changes take place in the Tang Tian body at an alarming rate.

The Death Qi infiltrated into the body of Tang Tian is dissipated by the red light.

An indescribable power quietly takes shape in the flesh and blood that regroups itself. The source force is formed by the combustion and sublimation of the power of flesh and blood. The power of Tang Tian is also the layer-by-layer transmission of flesh and blood. This speed is as fast as lightning, but it still needs a process of pooling.

However, it is different now. Tang Tian feels like a majestic sea in his body. If you wave at will, you can hear the majestic power of the sea hissing silently.

It's like the sea is surging, no, it's a burning sea, majestic and restless, a small action will trigger a tsunami.

Is this the true meaning of the Fist of Fury?

Tang Tian A cold wave of mind finally appeared. Suddenly, a consciousness rose in his heart. Was Heavenly Demon Six Seals not the Martial Technique used for combat at all, but the body used for tempering?

The thought flashed through his mind, but it wasn't the time to think about it.

I can't see the pose, the ocean of power in the body is roaring, the eyes of Tang Tian light up dazzling red, the arms open are not moving, but the power of the abdomen suddenly erupts, and the body rotates sharply.

The tight dead line is extremely tough, and amazing power is transmitted from the dead line. The death puppet's body is immediately taken out of balance by this great power.

They just feel light, their clouds are driving, they subconsciously hold on to the dead line.

The four death king puppets were turned up by Tang Tian directly.

Bang!

A death puppet, who can fly up, is like a slamming hammer, hitting the puppet's sickle.

His!

This tenacious death puppet was easily cut in half. The death puppet, which was cut in half, did not shed a drop of blood. The black sickle seemed to have a full meal, became richer and darker, and continued to fly towards Tang Tian.

Tang Tian's heart was stunned. The figure in rotation did not stop at all, but the toes were lightly on the ground.

Bang!

The ground smashed under his feet, and the spinning Tang Tian seemed to slide on the ice, strangely sliding out to the side a few feet.

His!

Another death puppet was photographed on the sickle of the puppet. The puppet was cut in half like a piece of paper. The Wang Ou sickle even sucked the two Death Qis of the Wang Ou, and it became dark as ink, with a strange metallic luster.

It made a weird arc in the air, with a sharp point, and continued to blast towards Tang Tian.

Tang Tian didn't expect this sickle to be so weird.

I almost didn't want to. He clicked on his toes and rotated at a high speed, and his figure slipped again.

In mid-air, both hands suddenly moved forward, their palms were like lightning, grabbing the throats of the two death puppets, clicking, and the death puppet's necks were shattered. But the Death King Puppet is like two undead Xiaoqiangs. Although the neck is broken, they still attack Tang Tian with their hands and feet.

Tang Tian suddenly gave a warning sign.

Do not want to, grab the palms of the two death puppets, shake them, and throw them out.

Boom!

They burst into two black mists in the air. Strangely, the two mists condensed and did not disperse. They wriggled like living creatures.

Alas, the sickle rushed like a shark smelling fishy smells, passing through two black mists. The two black mists disappeared instantly, leaving nothing left. The black sickle stopped at this moment, and it floated quietly in the air, completely changing its appearance, the wide blade body, the twisted and crooked faces, arranged from small to large. The sickle's blade is even more appalling, with rows of sharp teeth and bloodshots on it. What does not match the wide blade is its slender long handle, which makes people doubt that it will be broken with a little force.

He Xin in the dark, his field of vision is bright red, and two lines of blood stains are winding down from his eyes. A large amount of blood oozed from his nose, nose, and ears.

A strange smile appeared on his face.

[Death Scythe]!

I didn't expect to be able to use this trick before I was dying.

He smiled heartily. At this point, he could not survive. But his heart was full of enthusiasm, his expression was insane, all the Death Qis of five death puppets in a row, the mature and complete Law surface burned four-fifths, and finally created this trick. The death Law puppet is the undisputed ultimate Killing Strike , and it is also one of the strongest Killing Strike in the entire death Law system.

It's perfect.

You can stare at death, you ants ...

It's very lucky to be able to die under this trick.

I'm so lucky to be able to die in this way.

Ha ha ha ha ...

Laughter madly, he didn't hide his body at all, his life's hard exploration, his life's darkness, his life's stubbornness and extreme intolerance. He saw his life like a mustard. Clear step that never dared to take.

All things belong to death, so are the ants in his eyes, so is he. He is nothing but the particles in the dust, and his heart is toward that eternal darkness, that is his return, that is the source of life.

I burned my corpse and returned to the solitary land.

He was seeping blood all over, and suddenly a small black flame flared from the blood drops, and his frantic face returned to peace. At this time, he couldn't tell the peace.

He embraces death, the greatest and most eternal destination of the world.

Black fire devours his body.

This scene is happening very fast, so soon that everyone just heard the crazy laughter and had no time to respond, He Xin was swallowed up by the flame. He Xin's body melted like ice in the black flame, and his face always showed a calm and peaceful smile.

This weird scene makes everyone feel creepy.

The black fire ball was suspended in mid-air quietly, squirming like a living creature. Suddenly, it turned into a black flame of fire, plunging into the sickle of death.

The sickle is motionless.

At this moment, on a long, slender rod, a palm grows at a rate visible to the naked eye, and when it reaches the elbow joint, it stops.

In the air, a solitary arm clutching the sickle of death.

The broken arm is not stout. On the contrary, it is a little thin, with pale skin, and the long five fingers hold the sickle's long handle firmly.

His!

The neat chilling sound of chills sounded around everyone, and everyone looked pale at the scene.

The lonely broken arm, holding a sickle, seems to have just been cut from a person, and there is still thick blood flowing at the fracture. The face of the wicked soul on the sword is distorted, and if there is no sorrow, no matter how tightly the ears are blocked, these sounds cannot be stopped. The blades are lined up with sharp teeth, sliding slowly, like a hungry Wild Beast, a little impatient.

The face of Tang Tian has finally changed.

He can feel that when the broken arm has grown, the sickle's rich, almost nasal breath of death suddenly disappears without a trace.

If he hadn't seen the broken arm and sickle with his own eyes, he wouldn't have noticed anything here.

In his mind, the ego who has never stood tall and indifferent, also feels a huge threat at this time.

Xu Xiangdong in the distance stared silently, chewing the bitter fruit gently, and the bitter juice of Rumo became bitter.

Uncle He ...

He was silent. He could take a shot just now, but he didn't. Uncle He has become the public enemy of everyone, the entire enemy of East Immortal City. If he stands out, the entire Xu family will become the enemy of everyone.

He can't do that.

Looking at Uncle He burning Law face, watching Uncle He burning himself, watching Death's hand holding a sickle.

He knew what it was, it was the arm of death, and Uncle He finally burned himself, finally glimpsing the trace of figure behind [Hell]. Although it is only one arm, the arm of the **** of death, although incomplete, still represents a higher level of power.

Ghost Face is dead.

He doesn't have much hatred in his heart. He hates a dying man. He doesn't think it makes any sense.

But ...

The blurry picture flashed in front of him many years ago. Toddler toddler milked and shouted at Uncle Ho, and in the young light and shadow, there was always the figure who always hugged himself.

When he was twelve years old, Uncle He left.

Twenty years later, Uncle He, who killed countless people, returned with countless blood and injustices, and returned with a murderous name, and turned into the uncle He who smiled incognito.

His Devil, my angel.

I can't shoot ...

Xu Xiangdong raised his face, two lines of tears, rolled down his cheeks, mixed with the dark bitter juice.

After a while, he wiped away his tears, and he ignored the black bittern on his face, and his eyes became ruthless. He did not glance at the figure of Ghost Face below, it was already a dead man.

Uncle He's sacrifice cannot be meaningless.

Azalea City!

He wants to grab the Purple Cuckoo City before everyone else.

Taking down Ziju City, the numerous Null Division prisoners will make the Xu family step up to a higher level. The purple rhododendron city without Ghost Face, in his eyes, is like an undefended beauty, so seductive.

His eyes suddenly became hot.


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