It's just that Mo Wentian never thought that the twelve Death Guards under the command of Death Hades only came out this time.

The other, Princess Elimoxuan, is currently being imprisoned on death row in the Senluo Palace, suffering inhuman torture.

With the help of Shennong Zhiqiu, the Butterfly Valley Medical Immortal, the Wolf Ancestor bloodline has been completely integrated into Mo Wentian's body.

With Mo Wentian's own efforts, he can already control the Scythe of Death.

Although the Scythe of Death did not belong to Mo Wentian, once he obtained the bloodline of the Wolf Ancestor, the Scythe of Death naturally served him as the master!

Hades, the god of death, was bent on finding the scythe of death, but he never expected that Mo Wentian, who got the scythe of death, also had the blood of the wolf ancestor!

Yes, he just sent the Death Guard, and stayed in the Senluo Hall with peace of mind, waiting for the Death Scythe to return to his hands.

Even, he could faintly sense that the Death Scythe was getting closer and closer to him!

Of course, this joy of the Grim Reaper Hades is not a delusion. Because, right in the place where the Great Xia Kingdom confronted the Y Kingdom, in the rear of the 500,000 army led by the commander Lev Batel, Mo Wentian stood there alone, releasing the breath of the Scythe of Death!

Between heaven and earth, leisurely change color.

The snowfield, which had just warmed up, suddenly became cold again.

The 500,000 main field regiments led by Commander Lev Battle felt the unusually cold almost at the same moment.

Everyone, all of them are inexplicable.

Everybody began to curse the fickle weather.

Except for one team.

The 30,000 werewolf legions led by the Eleventh Death Guard were instantly excited after feeling this sudden chill!

This is the breath of the Grim Reaper's Scythe!

For ordinary people, the breath of this death scythe certainly made them uncomfortable.

However, for the werewolf legion, the breath emitted by this death scythe made them flock to it!

The eleven Reaper Guards also immediately sensed this unusual aura, and almost at the same moment, they all stopped moving towards the vanguard position, turned around, and pounced towards Mo Wentian's location!

A sharp wolf howl resounded through the vast snowfield, and a tall and mighty figure galloped on the snow, rushing in front of the Eleven Death Guards and the 30,000 Werewolf Legion, standing in front of Mo Wentian.

Murderous, undisguised monstrous murderous!

The figure is Kazart, who was shot in the head by Luo Xiaoxiao not long ago, and the fast son-in-law of the god of death Hades!

Kazart, who should have been killed, appeared unscathed in front of Mo Wentian at this moment!

The murderous aura exuded from his body was stronger than the eleven Death Guards and the 30,000 werewolf legions present combined.

Even the eleven Reaper Guards took three steps back slightly!

Mo Wentian just stood there quietly, watching the eleven Death Guards appear, watching the 30,000 werewolf legions approaching, and watching Khazart, who should have gone to hell, appear alive in front of him!

The sword of the king is already in his hand.

It's just that there is no stirring three-zhang sword.

It seems that Mo Wentian's defeat today is doomed.

Not long ago, in the castle of Senluo Palace, Mo Wentian was attacked by twelve Death Guards, and was so badly injured that he almost lost his life.

Now, just a few days later, he encountered it again, although there was one less Death Guard, there was one more Khazart who was more terrible than the eleven Death Guards, and the 30,000 werewolf legions!

No matter how you look at it, Mo Wentian is already inevitably dead!

"Ahh......h

Kazart, who was very red when the enemy saw him, didn't talk nonsense to Mo Wentian at all, and directly let out a miserable wolf howl and took the lead in pounceing on Mo Wentian!

Seeing this, the eleven Death Guards naturally would no longer watch the fire from the other side, and their figures shook together, and once again joined forces to surround Mo Wentian in the middle.

Attack, Sharp Attack!

The eleven Death Guards joined forces, and the attack they sent out was something that Mo Wentian had once comprehended, and it was really not to be underestimated.

And Kazart pounced on him like crazy, and the fierceness of the offensive and the murderous aura made the three werewolf legions who were ready to attack suffocate slightly!

Mo Wentian didn't move.

Standing in the encirclement, he watched Kazart and eleven Reaper guards beckoning towards him, but he didn't move!

Twenty meters, ten meters, five meters......

For every meter that Kazart and the eleven Reaper Guards came from, the power of their moves increased by three points.

When they were less than three meters away from Mo Wentian's body, the thousands of moves issued by Kazart and the eleven Death Guards had already squeezed the space around Mo Wentian to the point that the space around him was completely distorted and deformed!

Mo Wentian, finally moved.

Waiting to be killed will naturally not be Mo Wentian's consistent style.

The reason why he has not moved all this time is not because he is helpless because of fear, not because the other party is too powerful and killed!

Just waiting for an opportunity, a chance to kill Kazart and the eleven Reaper Guards in one fell swoop at the least cost and with the least effort!

Now, the opportunity has come, so, he moves!

In his right hand, the three-foot king's sword, which was originally slightly drooping, suddenly let out a dragon roar, and the sword soared by three feet, and an arc-shaped sword light slashed out around his side!

This sudden sword arc made the space that had already been squeezed and deformed completely explode!

When Kazart and the eleven Reaper Guards saw Mo Wentian slash out this sword, a smile flashed on the corners of their mouths.

It turns out that the so-called God of War is just this move!

In order to deal with Mo Wentian, the god of war, in the past few days, whether it is the eleven Death God Guards or Kazart, they have repeatedly pondered his sword moves and come up with a countermeasure!

The reason why he worked so hard as soon as he came up was to force Mo to ask the angel to make this move!

Now, Mo Wentian finally couldn't help it, and still used his best move.

When the eleven Reaper Guards and Kazart, who had already been prepared, saw this, they knew that they had won.

Because, next, Mo Wentian will definitely pay the price for his arrogance and self-confidence!

The eleven Death Guards and Kazart, when the sword slashed out by Mo Wentian could reach their bodies, dodged with extremely strange body methods!

The sword is about to fail.

As long as he dodged this deadly sword, then Mo Wentian was facing that merciless attack!

Kazart and the eleven Reaper Guards laughed.

Mo Wentian also smiled.

At the same time that the sword slashed out and the other party dodged confidently, a strange weapon appeared in Mo Wentian's left hand.

Scythe, a scythe that shimmers with endless magic from hell!

Scythe of Death!

When Kazart and the eleven Reaper Guards saw it, they were all stunned.

Then I realized that something was wrong!

Because they all recognized the Scythe of Death, and knew its horror better than anyone present!

In an instant, Kazart and the eleven Death Guards couldn't care less about dodging the sword that Mo Wentian had previously slashed out with the King's Sword and continued to attack Mo Wentian, just wanting to disappear from Mo Wentian before the killing move of the Death Scythe appeared, as far as he could escape!

Mo Wentian naturally would not give them this opportunity.

The scythe of death in his left hand did not change, but the sword of the king in his right hand slashed out nine hundred and eighty-one swords again like lightning!

The sword flowers in the sky instantly wrapped Kazart and eleven Death Guards who were about to retreat!

Blood flowers, blooming non-stop.

Wailing, a voice rang out.

Kazart and the eleven Reaper guards soon turned into a blood mist in the rain of swords, staining the snowy fields red.

From beginning to end, the Scythe of Death, which made them chaotic and bent on escaping its edge, was not used at all in Mo Wentian's hands.

What killed them was the sword of the king that they thought they had understood its essence and could no longer pose a threat to themselves!

Kazart and the eleven Death Guards couldn't believe it until they died, and after only a few days, they couldn't even take Mo Wentian's move!

The most desperate is Khazart.

This god of death, Hades's son-in-law, originally suffered a headshot and his life was not guaranteed, but he was rescued by the god of death Hades by means of heaven and became a real demonized wolf general!

I thought that I could run rampant in the world from now on, and I would never have any scruples anymore. Who knew that the first shot would be folded in Mo Wentian's hands!

The god of war is always the god of war, the god of war who is high in the sky, and he can't allow the little ones to peep!

The 30,000 werewolf legions, after witnessing this amazing scene, were completely stunned.

In the world, there is such a terrifying existence?

In their minds, these eleven Death Guards and the Khazart, who was full of high-level werewolf blood, were invincible existences, and they could not be underestimated.

However, in front of Mo Wentian, the god of war, the god-like existence in their minds seemed so naïve and vulnerable!

"He's not going to use the Scythe of Death!"

"Rush up together and kill him!"

"Take back the Scythe of Death!"

"Avenge the Reaper's Guard!"

"Revenge for the Pony!"

After a brief moment of consternation, the leader of the werewolf legion immediately saw a trace of self-righteousness and shouted.

As the werewolf legion of the Senluo Palace, from the moment they chose to become werewolves, the so-called words of fear and retreat were eliminated from the bloodline.

Fight to the death, only fight to the death!

The 30,000 werewolf legions, which had already been stimulated by the bloody aura of the right talents, had beastly desires in their bodies and red eyes, and under the shouting of the legion commander, they immediately let out an earth-shattering wolf howl.

Then, the members of the black-pressed werewolf legion rushed towards Mo Wentian like a tide!

It was as if he was going to wipe out the lonely Mo Wentian directly.

Mo Wentian looked at the werewolves rushing over, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth again.

Where do you start when you say I won't use the Scythe of Death?

Isn't it just a scythe, it's difficult?

The sword of the king in his hand was already lying on his back.

The scythe of death in his left hand, which was originally a foot long, suddenly began to change.

A strange light, miraculously enlarged.

By the time the members of the werewolf legion rushed to a place three feet away from Mo Wentian's body, the scythe of death in Mo Wentian's hand had also turned into a huge scythe and detached from his left hand.

The breath from hell instantly covered the sky and the sun, enveloping the entire snowfield.

The Scythe of Death, under Mo Wentian's control at this moment, has become a giant scythe with a length of dozens of zhang.

Slowly and unstoppably, the harvester slid towards the werewolf army that pounced on it like a tidal wave.

Bloody rain.

Corpses are floating everywhere.

Almost without any suspense, the giant scythe of death began to harvest.

Indeed, it is the harvest, and no werewolf legion member can resist it, and no werewolf legion member can dodge it.

In just a dozen breaths, the 30,000-strong werewolf army was swept by the scythe of death like a leaf swept by the autumn wind, and all of them were in different places.

There was no one standing there gasping for breath.

"Well, it's okay! It's just a bit of a struggle to control!"

Mo Wentian withdrew the Scythe of Death and muttered with some dissatisfaction.

If this muttering was heard by Hades, the god of death, he was afraid that he would faint immediately, right?

The first time he used the Scythe of Death, he wiped out the 30,000 werewolf legions in one fell swoop, and also killed the real demonized wolf general Khazart and eleven Death Guards in one move!

This kind of combat power is simply a myth!

I already knew that not long ago, in the Castle of Senluo Palace, in order to rescue Zhou Yingxue and others, Mo Wentian was besieged by the Twelve Death Guards and was deeply damaged, and his life was almost lost!

But now, those eleven Reaper guards are clearly pediatrics for him!