Chapter Eighty-Eight: The Scythe of Death

On the vast flat ground, everyone looked at the big battle between Qin Yu and Ye Yixiao in shock.

The giant trees around them turned into dead wood as if they had experienced a cold winter wax moon. The fallen leaves are all over the ground, and the eyes of some weak people have completely dulled.

The two of them are like two killing gods, hand-to-hand combat, martial arts competition, and level strength, almost all of them are only between the two of them, and the fiery battle made everyone present a little unable to come back to their senses.

In the dense forest, Dong Hua and several people who had been hiding for a long time also appeared on the periphery of the crowd, not to mention sneaking up on Qin Yu at this time, I am afraid that without his action, the aftermath of the battle between the two can make the three of them suffer enough.

What's more, Ye Yixiao had already said in advance, no one was allowed to make a move, they were not afraid to attack Qin Yu, but if they angered Ye Yixiao, they didn't dare.

The two of them showed their figures, and the-for-tat momentum made the atmosphere on the field gradually tense again.

Who of these two people will win? Even those who have always looked down on Qin Yu don't dare to say anything more at this time, the disaster comes from the mouth, not to mention that he and Ye Yixiao are inseparable, even if they lose, but it is not a matter of minutes to clean up themselves?

So, these people kept their mouths shut.

"These two people haven't played their hole cards yet?" Mo Wenqing said with a soft sigh.

Her words caused another commotion on the field, and Meng Qiu couldn't help but say, "It's impossible, the two of them have already fought to this extent, and they even have a backhand?"

Although his words were a question, he had already believed it in his heart, and the others didn't say it, Qin Yu's martial arts at the bottom of the box had indeed not been used yet, and Ye Yixiao was even more impossible.

Until now, the two have only exposed their own level strength, and this cannot be the most important factor in determining the outcome of the victory.

However, although the two of them are still evenly matched until now, many people are still very optimistic about Ye Yixiao, not because of anything else, because he is very mysterious, and people always have a posture of awe of mysterious things.

The same is true of people. Everyone had more or less heard or seen Qin Yu's battle, and even experienced it personally, but Ye Yixiao, he had never made a move in the trial.

He is a very mysterious person, even when Mo Wen's love was fierce, Ye Yixiao took the posture of watching from the wall.

He was like a god above the nine heavens, how could he be interested in the battle between mortals?

Although Qin Yu showed his good strength, although his level strength was only half a step away from Ye Yixiao, unless he really defeated Ye Yixiao, otherwise, people would still think that Ye Yixiao was stronger than Qin Yu.

Outside the dense forest, not far from here, there was also a group of people watching the battle.

Nie Zhen's eyes were inexplicable, and beside him were the deputy generals of the Dingjun Mountain Battalion.

It's just that at this time, the faces of these people are calm, but their eyes are full of surprise.

"The battle between Spirit Realm martial artists is very uninteresting, right?" Nie Zhen said with a smile.

The lieutenant generals all lowered their heads, originally, they were very disdainful of watching the battle like this, but now, they also have nothing to say, the spiritual realm martial artists, or their juniors can fight to this extent, it seems that they are still sitting in the well and watching the sky, I don't know that there are people outside the world!

General Nie's tone sank, and he said coldly: "It seems that you are too comfortable, this military camp has actually consumed your sharpness, like this, how will you lead the army to fight in the future?"

These more than 150 people will be the students of Dingjun Mountain in the future, and the best of them will also become members of the Neishan Gate, some of you are the generals of the Neishan Gate, the generals in the dignified army, and they are not even as good as the hairy children who have never been on the battlefield, which is really hateful!"

Everyone didn't dare to breathe, and the sweat on some people's foreheads seemed to be raining, but that person didn't even wipe it.

"These students will be brave men of the Great Zhou army in the future, as their main generals, instructors, there is no knighthood on their bodies, and they will salute when they see them in the future, you are really convinced?"

The people in the army are the most bloody, they are all the same to earn military merits and eat, they are all for the old and young in the family, they are all dignified three-foot men, why am I your teacher now, and I will be your subordinate in the future, now I will give you an order, and in the future you will let me kneel and bend my waist!

These big men in the army, after listening to Nie Zhen's sarcasm, their faces were hot, but in their hearts, the killing aura that had been trained on the battlefield had been revealed.

They replied in unison, "I would like to listen to the teachings of the great general!"

Nie Zhen's face sank, "Then give me a good look, a good listen, and a good feeling, this big battle will last for a long time!"

"Yes!" they replied.

Ye Yixiao's face was calm, as if he had already expected this endless situation between him and Qin Yu.

His fingers popped out again and again, and one after another "Death Mysterious Energy" containing grief and death intent burst towards Qin Yu.

Death Xuan Jin is a kind of dark energy emitted by the fingers after the cultivation of the Death Xuan Jue enters the room.

Qin Yu stepped heavily under his feet, and the majestic spiritual power surged along the earth, and the boulders were bounced up.

"Whew!"

Death Xuanjin directly blasted the swept boulder into powder.

The smoke and dust were filled, and a figure, like lightning, grabbed Ye Yixiao with the power that could tear the mountain stone.

Ye Yixiao did not dodge or dodge, and waved out a palm, and the overwhelming palm momentum formed a huge net, trapping Qin Yu firmly in it.

"Bang bang bang!"

The two had already fought for more than a dozen rounds in an instant, and the speed was dizzying.

"Life and death!" shouted loudly.

Then people saw that the extremely mysterious and complex lines on Ye Yixiao's fingers condensed into a black and white Death Finger.

Qin Yu waved out with a palm, "Xuanwu Seal." ”

Xuanwu was the most defensive divine beast, and the huge seal and fingers collided violently.

"Boom!"

The two of them were almost at the same moment, and they took more than a dozen steps back, Qin Yu only felt the blood and qi in his body stirring, but at this time, the veins in his body were connected, and almost in an instant, a mighty spiritual power calmed down his blood and qi.

The Immortal Divine Technique is an extremely esoteric martial art, and the longer the battle, the more beneficial it will be for its cultivators.

At this time, because of the penetrating of Ren in Qin Yu's body, the spiritual power was flowing endlessly like rivers, lakes and seas, and the cycle was repeated, he could recover from his injuries in the shortest possible time, and he could also burst out with powerful power in an instant.

Ye Yixiao had just barely suppressed the blood qi in his body, and then he saw that Qin Yu's figure burst over.

"So fast!"

Ye Yixiao was shocked in his heart, but he quickly calmed down, he flicked his ten fingers in a row, and the strong wind of Death Xuanjin blasted towards Qin Yu with monstrous killing intent.

Qin Yu had to slow down his speed, and at this time, Ye Yixiao had already taken up his seat, and the two were soon entangled again.

People only saw that the figures in the field changed, and the turbulent storm caused the aura of heaven and earth to be disordered.

A heavy thud rang out.

"Bang!"

There was another muffled sound, and the two figures quickly separated.

I saw that next to the corner of Ye Yixiao's mouth, a trace of blood slowly flowed down.

And Qin Yu's face was also pale, and it seemed that his situation was not very good.

"These two people are actually entangled like this! Until now, there is still no winner or loser!" Meng Qiu looked at the situation on the field in shock, and was a little speechless for a while.

"It's really difficult!" Ye Yixiao wiped the bloodshot from the corner of his mouth, and stared at him without blinking.

This kind of fierce grappling is unbearable for him, the Death Mystery Technique, it is a martial art that contains the meaning of life and death, and it is not a perverted martial arts technique that is becoming more and more crazy like the Immortal Divine Technique.

So after trembling for such a long time, Ye Yixiao was at a disadvantage.

"It seems that it can't be delayed any longer!" he muttered to himself.

His eyes suddenly became fierce, and his palms formed strange and mysterious seals like lightning.

Along with his seal, the spiritual power around him suddenly burst out like boiling water.

That majestic spiritual power, faintly, condensed into a pair of black wings on the top of Ye Yixiao's head.

A wave of killing intent was surging.

Ye Yixiao's actions attracted countless eyes almost instantly.

"What's that?"

"How can it give people a cold chill? What is that tragic death intention?"

Qin Yu's eyes also suddenly became solemn, although he didn't know what Ye Yixiao was doing, but he could clearly feel that Ye Yixiao was preparing an extremely terrifying martial art.

The pitch-black wings expanded more and more, and strange dead lines fell on the wings like paintings.

The death aura became thicker and thicker, and in the shocked eyes of the people, an illusory figure that penetrated the sky and the earth stood behind Ye Yixiao like that.

That's the Grim Reaper, the Grim Reaper projection.

That was Ye Yixiao's Death Idea, Ye Yixiao had already experienced the process of being born from death, and the Death Mystery had planted the Death Divine Mind in his heart.

Ye Yixiao's Death Thoughts are not very deep, but even a slight wisp of Death Thoughts can be condensed into a Death Projection.

And the black wings are also changing, gradually turning into a giant scythe.

Death's Scythe.

With this series of movements, Ye Yixiao's expression quickly withered, but his eyes were still very bright, firmly fixed on Qin Yu's body like a sharp blade.

"Qin Yu, you should feel fortunate that you can be defeated under this god of death!" Ye Yixiao's face was calm without a trace of expression, but the words he said were so cold and ruthless.

At this time, Ye Yixiao was unfamiliar, and people felt awe from the bottom of their hearts. From this moment on, the good old man, Ye Yixiao, completely, disappeared!

His voice came out word by word, falling on everyone's ears, "Death Mystery Secret!

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