Gollum!

Gollum!

One by one, the heads rolled down on the ground, densely packed, and in the blink of an eye, there were as many as a hundred.

The faces of each head were frozen, stunned, frightened, and incredulous.

It seems that until he died, he never saw the face and figure of the murderer.

Hundreds of headless corpses, briefly stiffened in place.

It looks weird and infiltrating!

Until!

Hula!

The more than 900 monks in the rear rushed to the front.

The sound of footsteps shaking in the street caused one of the headless corpses to shake slightly, and then crashed to the ground.

With the first body falling!

Poof!

Suddenly, as if the nomi effect was dominoes, one after another fell to the ground.

Ten bodies!

Fifty!

Hundred!

At this moment, the more than 900 monks who followed the rush came to an abrupt halt one by one, as if they braked suddenly.

Their shouts of killing stopped.

Their ferocity dissipated.

There was a thick disbelief on their faces, as if they had seen a ghost, looking ahead!

Look at the heads on the ground!

Look at the fallen headless corpse!

A terrifying cool air rushed down the soles of their feet to their heads, making their scalps explode one by one!

How could it be......

How so!

Everyone can be sure that the hundreds of headless corpses, and the terrifying scene of falling one by one, are definitely the most unforgettable nightmare of their lives.

"The Heavenly Master of the Five-Star Warlord, the Lord of the Feiang Alliance of the Sunset Alliance, and the Sect Master of the Bi Ling of the Cold Snow Sect......"

One big guy's head after another!

Some of these people are extremely fierce and powerful veteran casual cultivators!

Some are the masters of an alliance and a sect with strength within a hundred miles.

Many of the characters of their level came to watch the game and did not intend to participate, but the appearance of Gu Fan made them stammering with the Heavenly Cold Palace, and the greed for the reward surged.

Originally, in the eyes of these bigwigs, it was easy to kill Gu Fan, but now, all the corpses were in two places, and they died!

Terror!

Everyone only felt cold all over their bodies, and looked around frantically:

"What the hell killed them!"

"Damn, is that guy the devil? No way! In just a few breaths, he killed hundreds of people, he ...... How did he do it!"

“......”

Confusion!

Afraid!

These nine hundred monks no longer have the ferocity and arrogance they had before, and an indescribable fear came to everyone's heart.

Like a flock of sheep frightened by a tiger, it became a pot of porridge.

Tick!

Tick!

Dense cold sweat flowed down their foreheads.

It's just that these more than 900 people were so nervous that they almost collapsed!

A calm and indifferent voice suddenly resounded!

"Girl, that battle skill just now, the hand of the famous Shura!"

"And now, what I'm going to teach you is called the Death Scythe! It was created by the Death God Amira in the First Heavenly Realm, the strongest dark god residence!"

Amiro!

In the first day of his previous life, the strongest dark god in the realm of heaven.

Like Ugly, he is full of dark physique, and even natal talent, which is stronger than Ugly, and he is an evil creature born from the darkness and grown up in the darkness.

Ugly and ugly fought him ninety-nine times, and lost a total of ninety-eight times!

And these ninety-eight times, all of them were defeated under the death sickle.

After the ninety-eighth defeat of the ugly ugly, she completely controlled the use of the death sickle, and even relied on her absolute comprehension to make the death sickle more perfect and perfect, so that in the ninety-ninth time, she used her human way to return the treatment of others, and the death sickle slashed Amira and made her soul fly away.

It can be said!

Aniro is the most powerful enemy in Chou's life!

The Death Scythe is also an ugly milestone skill!

That's all!

Except for Gu Fan, no one knows.

After his words rang out!

Whew!

The eyes of the more than 900 monks all looked at the dark corner next to them.

They were stunned, and they didn't know when, in that dark corner, there were two figures, one large and one small.

The young man was teaching the little girl the art of warfare.

Subsequently!

They only saw that the young man's palm was raised, and the black gas lingered on it, and the light around him was instantly dim, as if all the light was absorbed by that palm!

!!

In the midst of everyone's astonishment, the palm of the hand turned and bent to form a dark scythe.

And then a throw!

Swish!

Hurry! Hurry!

The degree of this scythe is completely beyond everyone's thinking, and they even felt a chill in their necks just when they saw the scythe appear!

Poof!

At this moment, a terrifying and shocking scene appeared.

The death scythe was just a condensation of dark aura, but it was incomparably sharp.

Everywhere you go!

Blood mist splashed, and heads flew up!

Die!

Die!

Die!

The death scythe seemed to have a spirit in the midst of the nine hundred people, spinning back and forth rapidly, frantically harvesting heads.

The sky is full of blood mist, and it is splashing wildly!

Countless corpses collapsed with a bang.

Ten people!

100 people!

Three hundred!

These monks are like wheat straws, harvesting their lives frantically.

Shock!

Some of the monks at the back were all stunned, they didn't even see the shape of the scythe, they only saw the heads flying in the air.

"Ahhhh!!hh

Scared to pee!

The people behind all shivered, and the souls of the dead were rising, and before they had time to think about it, they fled frantically to the other side of the street.

Hula!

When they kill, very quickly!

And when you run away now, it's even faster!

Everyone only hated their father and mother for having two legs missing, and they were in a hurry, and they fled in embarrassment.

It's just that the harvest of death is still going on!

The number of monks is plummeting!

From the initial 900 people, a few breaths, it was reduced to 500 people!

and from five hundred, to three hundred, two hundred, one hundred!

......

More than nine hundred, only a hundred or so of the weakest monks, standing at the rear, fled from the area where the Death Scythe was harvested.

Whew!

These people gasped for air, their eyes and faces filled with indescribable fear and joy.

Not dead!

The most powerful nine hundred, all dead!

And their weakest hundred, they survived!

"Running !!"

These 100 people don't dare to stay, they want to escape!

The farther away from that devil the better.

Just, just after they escaped a few dozen meters again!

Everyone's footsteps came to an abrupt halt again!

They were stunned to see that above the street, there was a fiery red bird, like a big red rooster, levitating in the air.

Those sharp eyes stared at them deadly, as if looking at a group of ants.

"Damn! Even a chicken dares to bully Lao Tzu?"

One of the most front-line cultivators was suddenly furious!

At this moment, he almost didn't think about it, so he slashed out at Xiaohuang with a sword.

He wants to use the blood of this chicken to vent his humiliation and fear.

Open the way to escape!

However!

Call!

Just when this casual cultivator hadn't yet slashed this sword, Xiao Huang's mouth opened, and a wisp of scarlet flame sprayed down!

Zilala!

The flames were so hot and furious that before the cultivator could react, the long sword in his hand instantly dissolved, and then he was engulfed in flames!

And it's not just him!

The more than 100 monks behind were also caught in the fire!

Ahhh

The terrible screams resounded in the sky!

The furious and scorching breath penetrated into their pores, shattering their meridians, flesh and blood, and melting their bones and internal organs!

Just a few breaths!

When the screaming stops abruptly!

The flames were extinguished, leaving only patches of corpse ashes scattered across the sky.

Since then!

Thousands of monks, all the onlookers, wiped out!!