He is very thin and handsome on a cloudy day.

After six years of exercise, his body has grown, and his height of 1.81 meters is indeed standing out from the crowd.

The thin and tall body made him appear slender, even though he was only fifteen years old.

If the figure of Yin Yuetian can be called well-proportioned, then the man opposite who leaned on the handle of the Death Scythe on his shoulder must undoubtedly be described as a telephone pole.

He said, "Hello. ”

Yin Yuetian really wants to say: I'm not good.

But he didn't.

The young man said, "Your purpose is also to block the way to the fertility field?" ”

The man said: "The road ahead is whimsy, the sea of blood is heavy, why bother to find a way to die?" ”

Yin Yue Tian said: "You think I will think you are Bill's people?" ”

The man said, "Why not?" ”

Yin Yue Tian said: "If he has you, he doesn't have to flee here. ”

The man laughed: "Very incisive explanation." ”

Yin Yue Tian Dao: "Yin Moon Day." ”

The man said, "Miroda the Scythe." ”

He pointed to the black girl sitting next to him again: "Qin Se Witch Donggong Asari." ”

Yin Yuetian glanced at the black girl: "Wadao people? ”

Miroda smiled: "Huaxia people, the surname is Donggong." ”

Yin Yuetian shook his head and said very honestly: "I haven't heard of it." ”

Miroda said: "This is normal, you should not have been born when we became famous, and you will be at most three or four years old when we retire. ”

Yin Yue Tiandao: "What else do you want to say?" ”

Miroda was stunned by his question, and said, "I don't understand what you mean." ”

Yin Yue Tian said: "Those who stand in the way should be kicked away." ”

Miroda said, "What if you hurt your foot? ”

Yin Yue Tiandao: "The lack of strength is a damn reason in itself." ”

Miroda lowered the Grim Reaper's scythe, the tip of which tapped the floor: "Very good enlightenment." ”

Between the five fingers of Yin Yuetian's right hand, four scalpels pierced through the flesh and poked out.

Miroda said: "If it weren't for the fact that I knew that the man had no son, I would almost have thought that you were his son. ”

Yin Yue Tiandao: "Who." ”

Miroloda said, "Wolverine, John Kafman." ”

Yin Yue Tiandao: "Is it him?" ”

Miroda said, "It doesn't look like you're so lonely. ”

The conversation was aborted, and the atmosphere froze.

The witch of Qinse, Donggong Qianli, was speechless and heartless, still with her eyes closed, but the sound of the piano in her hand became faster.

The sound is rhythmic, but it is invisible.

Put the headphones on cloudy days.

Miroda smiled: "It looks like you're still a little cautious. ”

Yin Yuetian shook his head.

Miroda's lips whispered, "Come to me, you should be ready to die." ”

After a rare moment of stunned moonlight, he thought about it, and said what Moshican had taught him, the declaration before the battle between the soldiers: "After this battle, who wins and who loses, who dies and who lives, who advances and who retreats, let the world make a judgment." When the ancient drums of war resound in the sky, when the broken weapons fall to the dust, when the two sides of the battle, one side falls and the other leaves, the winner will be glorified, and the loser will be. ”

Miroda smiled and recited with him the last sentence: "Turned into dry bones!" ”

Sa!

The hurricane rises, and the two of them rush forward!

Miroloda was different from the one who created the illusion.

The latter has a body of strength, but he relies too much on the illusion, the illusion is his strongest weapon, but also makes his biggest weakness, when the illusion is broken, this person's psychology will also collapse.

So in the face of him, there are too many ways that Yin Yuetian can defeat him.

But the Scythe Miroda is different.

Just by looking at his flamboyant and wild weapons, you can see that this man must be an elite in melee combat, such a person is very confident in his melee ability, so there is only one way to defeat him.

In order to! Hard! Touch! Hard!

The sickle swept away, like the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves, in the boundless evil air, there was a faint cry of the dead.

Yin Yuetian couldn't hear it, and he didn't care if he could hear it, he jumped up on his knees and tapped his feet on the sickle, and rotated with the sickle for half a circle, stepped on the sickle shaft and took a few steps forward, and the scalpel in his hand stabbed Miroda in the back of the neck.

Miroda is laughing, and so is the cloudy moon.

Unlike the latter's customary smile, Miroloda's smile was full of smugness.

He is not afraid of close-quarters short stabs, in his hands, an inch long is an inch strong, and an inch short is not necessarily an inch dangerous.

The man's wrist turned sharply, and the blade of the sickle quickly changed from sideways to the tip of the scythe, and then returned to the hook.

Before the blade arrived, the blade had already scratched the back of the black leather coat with a crack.

Yin Yue Tian can choose to exchange his life for his life, because his speed is much faster.

He didn't, and as you could see from Miroda's face, the man clearly had a back hand.

So he dodged the scythe scythe in a volley, spun his back kick, and kicked Miroda straight in the back of the scythe.

Sumeru's Senses: Planetary Force, not as powerful as the speed of rotation and revolution, this ability is more like an ordinary punch, a punch, how much power will be consumed, and it is not that the heat in your body will flow continuously if you take an attack posture.

So Yin Yuetian has become accustomed to using the Planetary Force in every attack.

The force of the resonance stepped on the back of the scythe, causing the blade to cut into Myroda's body at a faster speed.

The crisp sound came to an abrupt halt with the scythe.

The Planetary Force of the Gloomy Moon Heaven, even Mr. Eric may not be able to hard-connect, let alone Miroda.

But the latter's technique was so ingenious that he stopped it, even though the scythe shaft had rubbed his black gloves against the flames.

Or rather, stopped by the rooftop floor of this building.

The tail of the sickle rod poked into the ground, and a one-square-meter steel plate was twisted to the four corners.

Miroda pushed the blade, and his right foot made a semicircle on the ground, and the sickle in his hand almost spared three hundred and sixty degrees and swept the cloudy moon sky again!

On a cloudy moon day, the body was suspended in the air and could not be hidden, so it could only be intercepted with a scalpel.

The eight scalpels formed a net, blocking the sickle, but it also sent his body flying far away, and two white smoke were rubbed on the ground.

Miroda turned back to Donggong Qianli and said, "This kid is very fast. ”

Donggong Qianli: "╭∩╮()〈))╭∩╮"

Miroda sighed, "I know. ”

He brought the blade of the sickle close to himself a little, and with a touch of his hand on it, energy covering the blade.

It was as red as blood.

He said: "Qianli is very tired, let's end it as soon as possible." ”

Yin Yuetian glanced at Donggong Qianli, and said in rare surprise: "Did she tell you anything?" ”

Miroda turned around: "This kid is good, but it's a pity that he doesn't know much about music...... I really wanted to play with him a little longer. ”

Asari Higashinomiya: "(~『~)~zZ"

Miroda was helpless: "I know the truth, otherwise you can sleep for a while." ”

Donggong Qianli: "╮(╯_╰)╭"

Miroda said, "Okay, I'll do it as soon as possible." ”

"......" If it were an ordinary person, he would probably go crazy, but unfortunately Yin Yuetian has no interest in such a one-man show.

He leaned over his back and tensed his back, and his feet half-lunged forward, like a bowstring being pulled into a full moon.

When Miroda turned her head to look at him, the two men were almost face to face.

It wasn't until they looked at each other for a second that Miroda was horrified to feel the strong wind brought by the other party's rapid movement open up, pressing him so hard that he could barely open his eyes.

Peaked caps flew out of the building, and long blond hair fluttered in all directions.

Eight scalpels are used to pierce the ribs about half an inch long in all the gaps.

"Roar!"

Miroda roared, and the strong light of her body exploded, and red energy erupted from all the pores of her skin, straight into a pillar of light that soared into the sky!

Unstoppable, unstoppable.

Yin Yuetian only felt that his hands could not be pierced again, but the strong energy was like a speeding high-speed train in front of him, and he was knocked out of the sky in an instant!

The force is too strong, the speed is too fast, and the cloudy moon day was directly knocked out of more than forty meters, and the body has already left the rooftop!

Panic, this word has never been a habit on a cloudy day.

He threw out the kickback in his left hand, and a scalpel tied to the wire was nailed to the edge of the roof, and with a flick of his wrist, his body was already spinning outside the building for half a circle and returning to the rooftop.

The other party's energy seems to be blood red, but it is not hot, on the contrary, what is felt near is the cold of the soul!

Yin Yuetian will never allow himself to give the other party a chance to attack, because most of the time, only energy can resist energy!

No energy means no resistance.

(Sumeru's Senses: Speed of Rotation...... ）

As soon as his feet were on the ground, he was like an arrow from the string and came to Miroda again, barely visible under the dance of his arms, except for the scalpel flying up and down in midair.

The clouds rise and move, and the moon rises and the moon rises.

In the hazy light, the traces of the scalpel formed a silver dance, enveloping Miroloda!

This speed is too fast, although Miroda is also considered a speed-type powerhouse, but when he is wrapped in it, he can only use blood-colored energy to resist.

It's just that the scalpel is too hard, and this Clark steel forged weapon is constantly cutting at certain identical points from all directions, so that the protective energy is constantly being reduced.

Not anyone can become Eric, and then, not everyone can sustain more than three minutes in a cloudy moon day's rapid attack.

In just more than thirty seconds, the knife on the cloudy moon sky was stained with blood again.

The blood, from Miroda's back, would have been severed if it hadn't been for the latter's half-minute shift to the side at the critical moment.

“(╰_╯)#”

The strong scale pierces the mind, making the action of the cloudy moon day stagnant.

He has always been unmoving, but this time he also captured the anger from Donggong Qianli from the piano.

The battle between masters is often life and death.

Taking advantage of the stagnation of the cloudy moon, Miroda's body instantly danced wildly, and a blood-red ring bloomed within ten meters of his body!

He attacks fast, and he hides faster on cloudy days.

At the moment of the storm in Miroda, the back bridge horse fell on a cloudy and moonlit day.

Miroda jumped up with his feet on the ground, and the scythe in his hand slashed towards the Yin Moon Sky after circling around him, and with his movements, a blood-red ring of substance came out of his body, and violently spun and slashed towards the Yin Moon Sky on the ground!

The anger on his face was vividly expressed at this moment!