The grim reaper with a cold expression was casting a spell, waving the sickle in his hand, in the middle of heaven and earth, the yin wind roared, and countless souls flew out of the sickle, revealing hideous faces, at this moment, the yin aura here is strong, like a mass grave!

And the Grim Reaper, his eyes are scarlet, and the scythe in his hand is trembling, as if he can't help but reap!

On the other side, Yang Ting's hand has been pinched, Bu Gang has also been arranged, and his mouth is chanting, one by one, runes are carved in the void, and the golden runes are like golden tadpoles!

"Do you want to compete with me, fulfill you!" Death's eyes flashed with confidence and madness!

Kill!

The trembling scythe seemed to have received the last order, and it flew with a buzz!

With the whistling wind, he cut towards Yang Ting!

And the Grim Reaper, with his arms waving!

The souls that had come out of the scythe were all attached to the hilt at this moment, and the shouts and curses were endless!

After the scythe flew out, it sent out a vicious blow, but after this blow, the scythe did not fall to the ground without anyone holding the handle, or even swirled, but kept attacking in the hands of the god of death!

Moreover, the power of the sickle is more ferocious, the moves are more tricky and insidious, many moves, because of the situation held by people, limited to physical conditions, can not make many killing moves, at this moment, under the casting of the god of death, all of them are perfectly deduced, what makes people even more incredible is that the knife is full of tricks, and even endless, but the power and speed are also doubled!

At this moment, the scythe is more like a magic knife that has been inhabited by the consciousness of the god of death!

After practicing the knife in the east to a certain level, it will turn into a knife!

I didn't expect this Westerner in front of me to achieve it in this way.

Yang Ting understands that the way and means of using the knife of the god of death are no worse than those legendary incarnations of the realm of knives!

If you were still at ease just now, now you are completely forced to be in a hurry!

Cha!

The sickle slashed horizontally, Yang Ting couldn't dodge, his chest was scratched, and a blood mark appeared!

Yang Ting's eyes lit up, and the seal in his hand was not released!

Bear with me for now!

"Why? Don't you want to use your tricks? If you don't use it, I'm afraid you won't have a chance. The Grim Reaper said with a sneer at Yang Ting.

Then, with another wave of his arm, the scythe that had been avoided by Yang Ting once again turned back in place in a strange arc, and there was a roundabout kill!

Brush Brush Brush!

The sharp sound of the scythe, cutting through the air, made an unusual noise.

Cha!

Yang Ting's body jumped and avoided the killing move!

But then, the long blade flew again!

This time it's Yang Ting's face!

Due to the jump of his body, he had been forced to a Jedi, and his body could not borrow his strength at all, Yang Ting in the air, like a civet cat, flipped 180 degrees and changed the angle!

Cha!

Yang Ting's back, almost along the spine, was slashed heavily!

Fortunately, the head has been avoided, otherwise it would have been split in half!

"Aren't you dead yet?Then I'll see, how long can you hold on?" Death's eyes were cold, although he was smiling, but the coldness in his expression could be seen by anyone!

He has been attacking for so long, and he hasn't taken down Yang Ting yet, which makes him feel like he's losing face!

"Kill! Fight for them!" Xiang Yu and the others saw that Yang Ting was only beaten and had no chance of fighting back, and they were all angry and tragic in their hearts!

"Kill! Even if you die, you have to pull a cushion!" Gao Jun also shouted!

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Seeing that Yang Ting's defeat was decided, the brothers of the dragon group changed their mentality, no longer kept it, and began to work hard

Even if you die, you have to die vigorously!

And the mentality of the people of the dragon group is exactly the opposite!

Those exorcists saw that the god of death had an advantage, and they were all determined, looking at these dragon group members who began to fight desperately, they chose to avoid it, anyway, these people can't run away, these people are going to die anyway, but they are different, they can be very calm, no one wants to, when they are about to win, they are unlucky, and they are pulled into a cushion.

"Kill!" shouted the people of the dragon group, and for a moment, there was a faint tendency to regain the upper hand from the disadvantage just now, but they knew that it was almost impossible!

The reason why those exorcists let them do this is probably because they want to consume them completely!

And the most critical battle between Yang Ting and the guy dragging the sickle, once the winner is decided, it means that the overall situation has been decided!

"Do you want to make a final struggle, then struggle, it's useless and futile anyway!" said the Grim Reaper.

At the same time, the sickle kept flying, and Yang Ting's clothes had been cut into shape!

Looking at the situation, it was as if he could die at any moment, and he would be cut in half at any time.

"Do you still want to persevere? Needless insistence will only prove your stupidity!" said the Grim Reaper with a sneer again.

Then, the hand changed again, and the sickle became more bloodthirsty, more crazy, and more constantly appeared by Yang Ting's side in various tricky postures.

Cha!

Click!

Blood marks appeared!

It already felt like the end of the rope just now, but five minutes later, it was still the same!

There are no signs of falling yet!

And when everyone didn't notice it, the clouds in the sky became thicker and lower!

Thundered!

The faint sound of wind and thunder came from above.

At this moment, there are people who are looking up and watching after the battle!

At first glance, I almost fell to the ground!

Cloud!

It's a thundercloud!

Moreover, the distance is so close that it is even pressed on top of everyone's heads!

And in the thick clouds, there are traces of lightning jumping, as if silver dragons are swimming in it!

Thundered!

It's a low thunder again!

At the moment, it's like a huge barrel of dynamite!

It can detonate at any time, and ...... The controller of this explosive is actually in the hands of that Eastern devil!

Others have seen it, and the Grim Reaper has also perceived it.

The thick clouds gave him a sense of great threat!

"Is this your trick?" Death stared at Yang Ting, finally knowing why he hadn't cast a spell until now!

He's waiting! He's waiting for the clouds to fall, for the thunder and lightning to continue!

"It won't save you either!" Death roared!

"Really?" Yang Ting's expression, which had been solemn, finally regained his relaxation again!

But then, it became solemn and heavy!

The mudra changes, and the finger is like a sword, pointing straight to the sky!

Click!

The thick clouds are like being split by a sword!

"Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, Punish Demons and Evil Spirits!" Yang Ting shouted angrily!

And with a flick of his sword, he pointed at the Grim Reaper, who had been controlling the scythe from afar!

Click!

A dull thunderclap sounded, like the fury of the sky!

Then a silver dragon tore through the clouds and descended from the sky, heading straight for death!?