On the other side, the Grim Reaper saw that Yang Ting had blocked his invincible sickle with a pair of fists, and his face was a little gloomy and very displeased!

"Your performance was somewhat unexpected to me. The Grim Reaper looked at Yang Ting and said coldly.

"Your performance is as I expected. Yang Ting also shot back with a smile.

Death's eyes froze, and his expression changed to cold.

"You're qualified for me to take it seriously. Death said.

Then, the scythe in his hand was swung again!

Circles of black evil qi condensed in the air, and each mass of evil qi was the condensation of countless human lives!

"Dance of Death!" shouted the Grim Reaper!

With the swing of the scythe, the sky is black!

It's as if the whole world has turned into a black hell!

Call!

With the dance of the scythe, a black whirlwind blew in this place, a black whirlwind composed of those evil qi!

In the black whirlwind, it seems that there is a dead soul entangled!

And the circular trajectory composed of those black evil qi is stagnant there one by one!

Six black circles, like six doors to hell!

"Next, you are ready to surrender your life!" the cold voice of the Grim Reaper sounded, like a messenger of hell, reading the judgment from hell!

Yang Ting looked at those black circles, his eyes were solemn, and he felt the aura of danger from them!

This portal seems to have the same place as the hell portal that appeared the last time I recited the Sutra of Enlightenment, but it seems to be even deeper than that!

Then, Yang Ting's eyes froze!

That sneering Grim Reaper, gone!

At the same time, the six dark portals were black and misty, and they became even more gloomy!

Woooooo

Moo!

Why!

A dark voice came from within!

A sound disturbs people's minds!

"What is this? Where do these voices come from?

Could it be that these six black circles really lead to another world?

The cultural differences between the East and the West have also led to the difference in the fictional world of hell!

That Dao, this circle of his, is not the six reincarnations of the East, but something else?

Yang Ting didn't know, and he didn't have time to think, because the god of death was gone!

Now he is facing an attack at any time!

Call!

"Huh?" a slight tremor sounded in the rear!

Yang Ting's feet moved, Ling Bo's micro-steps quickly moved to the extreme, and his body moved out horizontally!

Swish!

And where Yang Ting had been before, a huge scythe remnant appeared!

Because of Yang Ting's rapid departure, this fatal blow finally failed!

But this is not the end, it's the beginning!

"I see how many times you can dodge!" Death's indifferent voice sounded again.

And after the huge scythe phantom appeared, his figure disappeared again, hiding in the six black circles.

Call!

There was another sound of a sickle breaking through the air, and a sickle cut Yang Ting's neck!

"My favorite thing to do is to behead you! You Huaxia call yourself the son of the dragon and the grandson of the dragon, then let me slay the dragon!"

The black scythe seemed to be about to split the day in half!

Look at the scythe that is coming at a rapid pace!

Back again!

But before he could take a step back, the scythe appeared from behind him again!

This time Yang Ting couldn't dodge!

The fist in his hand that had run the True Dragon Fist Technique bombarded away again!

Rumble!

The scythe is blasted open!

However, before Yang Ting could take a breath, the sickle that disappeared from the black circle on the left reappeared on Yang Ting's right, and the sickle became even more urgent!

Yang Ting was helpless and swung his fist again to block.

The sky is full of the shadow of a sickle, and there is death everywhere!

These black circles are like transit stations, and the guy holding the scythe can shuttle in them at will without any obstruction!

Yang Ting only passively beats the defense, and he can't fight happily!

However, while being annoyed, I was also glad in my heart, fortunately the Grim Reaper was dragged by himself, aimed at himself, if this kind of scene appeared in the melee battle circle, this guy with a scythe really became the Grim Reaper, responsible for harvesting life!

Call!

There was another sound of breaking the air, and then, the sickle cut towards Yang Ting's waist again!

It's so deadly every time, it's so cruel every time!

"Don't dare to come out and fight!" Yang Ting was furious!

As the battle progressed, his reaction speed became slower and slower, but the other party had no effect!

"You are not my opponent, compared to fighting with you, watching you rush to survive under my scythe is more fun for me!" Death's smug voice sounded, he was about to bully Yang Ting.

Yang Ting clenched his fists tightly!

The pupil of heaven has been opened!

"True sight!" Yang Ting shouted angrily in his heart!

However, there is no change, and these black circles are no different from those seen by the naked eye!

"Break the delusion!" Yang Ting shouted angrily again!

However, it is still the same, these black circles, there are wisps of yin qi on them, and there are some dead souls swimming in them!

Each circle is like a big black well!

"Breaking delusion doesn't work!" Yang Ting wondered in his heart!

Call!

The black scythe reappeared, this time slashing down from the sky, like a heavenly sword!

Due to the use of the Heavenly Pupil and the distraction, Yang Ting couldn't dodge this time!

One step late!

A shoulder is cut!

A large piece of meat on the shoulder was cut off directly!

A lot of blood flowed out!

"It's really not easy to get you to bleed!" Death appeared, his voice still cold!

"It's now!Heavenly Pupil, Soul Suppression!" Seeing the Grim Reaper appear, Yang Ting couldn't care about the blood on his shoulders like a pillar, and the Heavenly Pupil Soul Suppression Technique attacked decisively!

The originally black and white eyes, at the same time as Yang Ting shouted out the soul suppression, the black pupils turned into a dark blue color, like a deep sea, and like a starry sky!

In Yang Ting's pupils, when the blue light lit up, the appearance of death, the indifferent eyes, immediately changed, as if someone was frozen in an instant, and as if they were trapped in a labyrinth.

"Die!" the moment when I saw the Grim Reaper frozen by myself!

Yang Ting shouted angrily, and then jumped forward!

The fist in his hand glowed golden again!

Rumble!

A punch blasted out, towards the head of the Grim Reaper!

"You dare!" When Yang Ting's fist was about to hit him, the Grim Reaper finally recovered from that kind of loss, and his mouth was full of drinks!

At this moment, even if he has the shuttle function of the black channel, it is too late to dodge!

I had to hold the scythe in both hands and swing it suddenly!

The huge blade blocked Yang Ting's attack!

This time, Yang Ting did not go head-to-head!

The direction of the fist changed again, avoiding the blade of the scythe, and a punch hit him in the chest!

Bang!

The Grim Reaper was punched out!

At the same time, the six black circles, as if they had exhausted their energy, suddenly collapsed!