"I'm Ling Yefeng here, see who dares to touch my master! Look for death! ”

The heavens and the earth rang out with this angry shout, and immediately after, people saw a large silver scythe swirling and slashing, flying towards the dragon's claw phantom.

Immediately after, one after another exclamations rang out: "Death Scythe!" It's the Scythe of Death! ”

"Death Scythe!"

"The Scythe of the Ancient Reaper!"

At this moment, all eyes were focused on the silver scythe!

A true artifact from ancient times.

On top of the faces, in addition to surprise, there is also greed that is difficult to hide!

With such a god-level weapon, who is not tempted, who does not want to take it for himself.

Immediately after, under the gaze of one after another, people saw the Death Scythe, which had already slashed at the huge dragon claw phantom that was fiercely grasping towards Shi Feng.

"Whew!" Faintly, people seemed to hear the sound of a painful dragon groan, and immediately after, the huge, seemingly powerful dragon claw phantom suddenly collapsed!

A slash from the Grim Reaper's scythe actually broke the stunt of the Northern Frontier Dynasty in this way, destroying the dragon claw!

"Ugh!" The stunt was broken, and the body of the Martial Emperor powerhouse of the Northern Xinjiang Dynasty trembled, and a dull hum came out of his mouth.

Immediately afterwards, I saw this handsome white-clothed Martial Emperor, and a trace of blood appeared on the corner of his mouth.

It seems that the proud claw of destruction has been broken, and he himself has suffered a backlash!

But then, he reached out and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and then slowly turned around, once again facing the huge black vortex that had entered the Netherworld Purgatory!

At this moment, the black figure in front of the black vortex quickly became the focus of this heaven and earth!

Death Emperor Ling Yefeng, the great disciple of the Nine Shadows Emperor, one of the three giants of the dark camp, and the current owner of the artifact Death Scythe!

After the Death Scythe slashed through the Dragonclaw Phantom, a silver glow shone before disappearing.

When the Death Scythe reappeared, it had already appeared beside Ling Yefeng, and was tightly held in his hand.

Ling Yefeng, the Emperor of Death, dressed in black, with long hair dancing in the wind, and holding the Death Scythe in his hand, suddenly became the only one in this world!

The eyes that were originally gathered on Shi Feng suddenly focused on his Ling Ye Feng.

"Huh! Hehehe! Seeing Ling Yefeng appear, the strong man of the Northern Xinjiang Dynasty not only did not get angry, but let out a "heh" laugh, and said with a smile:

"The Netherworld is back, it's back! Ling Ye Feng, who was cowering in the Netherworld Purgatory, was finally willing to come out. The Death Scythe is truly extraordinary! I'm bound to win! "The claw of the Destruction Dragon was broken, and he naturally attributed all of this to the Death Scythe!

"Humph!" Facing the gazes that came one after another, Ling Yefeng let out a cold snort, and in an instant, dense corpses continued to fly out of Ling Yefeng's body like locusts, levitating in all directions of him.

Each corpse was flying with a stream of black death aura, exuding a strong aura of death!

"Ten Thousand Corpses Great Array!"

"Ten Thousand Corpses Great Array!"

"Ten Thousand Corpses Great Array!"

As soon as the corpses came out, there were bursts of exclamations in the heavens and the earth!

Ten Thousand Corpses Great Array, the stunt of the Death Emperor Ling Ye Feng, famous all over the world!

Ling Ye Feng stood proudly in the midst of ten thousand corpses, his face became extremely solemn, and he followed the movement of his body, and suddenly knelt down towards Shi Feng: "Ye Feng meets the master!" ”

Although his face was solemn, Ling Yefeng's heart was already extremely excited at the moment.

The master is not dead! The master really didn't die!

"Okay, these worldly rituals, wait until these scum are destroyed, get up!" Facing Ling Yefeng's kneeling, Shi Feng spoke.

Before he came to Netherworld Purgatory, he passed through Zhongzhou and went to the Dark Camp, only to see all the buildings in the Dark Camp destroyed, and there was no one in sight.

At that time, Shi Feng was worried about this disciple in his heart, but now that he saw it here, he finally put his mind at ease.

Hearing Shi Feng's words, Ling Yefeng slowly stood up, and then a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, staring coldly at the people in front of him.

"Ling Ye Feng, as long as you hand over the Death Scythe to this seat at this moment, this seat can spare you from dying!" At this time, the overseas monk Hong Kun Ancestor still had excitement and greed on his face, and shouted at Ling Ye Feng.

At this moment, his eyes were fixed on the death scythe.

Seeing his appearance at this moment, he couldn't wait to rush over now and snatch the Death Scythe from Ling Yefeng's hand.

"Ling Ye Feng, give it to me! Give me the Scythe of Death! ”

"Ling Ye Feng, take out the Death Scythe!"

"Ling Ye Feng, if you want to live, hurry up and hand over the death scythe!"

"Midnight Kaede"

At this time, these peerless martial emperors spoke out one after another, and kept speaking at Ling Yefeng.

The legendary Death Scythe was right in front of them, and they really wanted to hold it in their hands.

At this moment, the supreme power rose above these peerless martial emperors, ready to attack, ready to seize the Death Scythe.

And at this time, facing these more than thirty peerless martial emperors, listening to their words, Ling Yefeng, the Great Emperor of Death, was not afraid, and sneered and shouted: "The Death Scythe is in my hands Ling Yefeng, if any of you have the ability, come and take it!" ”

As he said this, Ling Ye Feng's death power worked, and the power of death, as well as the death power that escaped from the ten thousand Yin corpses, all gathered on the death scythe.

Immediately after, the Death Scythe trembled violently in Ling Yefeng's hand.

At this moment, the Death Emperor Ling Yefeng, the momentum on his body suddenly changed, and his long hair was still dancing in the wind, as if death had descended.

In front of the huge black whirlpool, there is a tendency to be closed!

"What? Come and get it! Seeing that no one had rushed over, at this time, Ling Yefeng shouted at these people again, and the cheer was louder than just now.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

And just after Ling Yefeng's shouts fell, bursts of shouts of killing came out of the mouths of these peerless martial emperors again.

A peerless Martial Emperor powerhouse, his body began to move!

But at this time, in this piece of heaven and earth, there was another cold shout: "I don't want to be free, here!" ”

When this voice just fell, the shouts kept ringing: "I, Luo Qingchuan, am here!" ”

"I'm Xiao Tian here!"

"I'm here in Ningcheng!"

I'm here!

"I'm here to destroy the sky!"

"I'm waiting for the eight ghosts to be here!"

As the sound of shouts echoed through the heavens and the earth, before the huge black whirlpool, powerful figures appeared!

Shi Feng's return, these Nine Shadows and One Veins who were originally hiding in the Netherworld Purgatory finally appeared at this moment!

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