Beigong Xue and Dongyang Ze took advantage of this chaos and brandished their weapons to kill the rest of the people.

Although Beigong Xue's appearance has changed, her weapon, the Scythe of Death, is known to everyone. Moreover, many people involved in the search for Beigong Xue had the idea of killing her and taking her artifact for themselves.

Therefore, when the surviving Tianjiao who survived the bombardment of the spell saw the scythe of death in Beigong Xue's hand, they immediately changed color, "It's Beigong Xue!

The power of the artifact is not something they can resist.

"Whoosh-"

A flare shot into the sky and exploded over the forest, emitting a long, loud, high-pitched whistle.

"Fight quickly!" Beigong Xue shouted to Dongyang Ze.

There is no need for Beigong Xue to remind him, Dongyang Ze also knows what to do.

Holding the sword in both hands, Dongyang Ze dazzled the dance of a pair of silver swords in his hand, and where the sword light passed, a large area of blood sprayed and fell.

Beigong Xue clenched the Scythe of Death, which was three or four times taller than her, with both hands, and waved it fiercely at Zhang Yu.

Fang Cai's signal flare was released by Zhang Yu, and Zhang Yu himself is also a seven-rank martial king.

"You can't escape, Beigong Xue!" Zhang Yu sneered with a hideous face.

Beigong Xue smiled contemptuously, "You can't escape today!" Beigong Xue said coldly.

When she Beigong Xue is a muddy person, can anyone bully?!

Hmph, whoever doesn't let her have a good time, she won't let anyone live a stable life!

What bullshit fire lion Yang Nuo, she will break him sooner or later!

"Dance of Death!"

Beigong Xue drank softly, and the scythe of death in his hand instantly turned towards Zhang Yufei lightly.

"Whew-"

When the huge scythe rotated, it drove a strong wind and cut off all the surrounding trees, and the blade of the sickle, which was more than a meter long, cut towards Zhang Yu's neck.

Zhang Yu's face changed slightly, and he immediately spread his aura wings and flew from above, he couldn't resist the power of the artifact, he could only avoid its edge!

Beigong Xue showed two neat rows of small white teeth, like a little wolf with cracked teeth towards her prey, "Do you think you can fly?!"

When the words fell, the two yellow aura wings on Beigong Xue's back shook, and the whole person swept towards Zhang Yu.

Zhang Yu obviously didn't have any plans to fight desperately with Beigong Xue, he was constantly delaying time, hoping that Yang Nuo would be able to come over quickly.

Beigong Xue didn't know Zhang Yu's plans, but she would never let the other party have such an opportunity!

"Overwhelming!"

Zhang Yu saw that Beigong Xue kept killing him, so he had to come up with a trick to fight Beigong Xue.

It's not that he doesn't want to take down this girl on his own, but after fighting with Beigong Xue, he found that the other party's strength is far more than the level she herself shows!

The other party obviously only had the level of a second-grade martial king, but because she had an artifact in her hand, her combat power soared in an instant. What's even more terrifying is that there is still a fierce beast in the other party's hand, and I don't know when it will be released!

It's like a low-level rich second generation and a high-level dick fighting on the same stage, although Beigong Xue's level is not as good as the other party, but people have the money to smash equipment on their bodies and open plug-ins. Even if you're higher than me, so what?

I have an artifact, do you have one?

I've got a lot of charms to throw around, can you afford to throw them?

I still have a fierce beast with a lot of combat value, do you dare to compete with it?

That's the gap that comes with equipment!

"Brush—"

A black blade of light cut through the air and hit Zhang Yu's chest.

Zhang Yu's wings shook and immediately dodged over.

But as soon as he flashed to the other side, Beigong Xue's attack came again.

"Poof—"

A stream of blood shot out from Zhang Yu's right shoulder.

Zhang Yu covered his right shoulder and immediately fled forward.

Beigong Xue is not terrible, what is terrible is that the demonic artifact in her hand - the Scythe of Death.

After being hit by the Scythe of Death, there was a strange power left over from his wound, which was constantly destroying the inside of his body.

He could feel that the place where he had been hit by the Scythe of Death was rapidly festering, and that strange power was beginning to silk his flesh little by little from the wound.

Zhang Yu flew wildly in front, and Beigong Xue chased fiercely behind.

She was bound to kill Zhang Yu and cut off one of Yang Nuo's arms!

"Brush—"

Another black wind blade flew out from the scythe of death, straight at Zhang Yu's back.

Zhang Yu endured the sharp pain in his right shoulder and desperately dodged.

However, the pain in his right shoulder still slowed his movements by half a beat.

Seeing that the black blade was about to hit Zhang Yu's back, a violent energy suddenly appeared, colliding with the black blade.

Suddenly, the two air currents collided, and the air suddenly let out a piercing popping sound.

The surrounding trees were swept across a large area by the shock wave from the collision of the air currents, and the broken branches and leaves were scattered to the ground.

"Stinky girl, this time, where do I see you fleeing?!" Yang Nuo's figure quietly appeared in front of Zhang Yu, and beside him, there were seven or eight powerful Tianjiao.

"Stinky girl, I've finally found you!Obediently suffer your death!" Cang Ling looked at Beigong Xue with a gloomy look, eager to eat her alive.

And Yang Nuo said to the white-clothed man beside Cang Ling with a very polite attitude: "Seventh Prince, it's hard work! This stinky girl's artifact is very powerful, and only your Qingfeng Sword can restrain her!"

Since Beigong Xuebiao Xiàn released the two hole cards of Zhu Yan and artifact, in order to deal with Beigong Xue, Yang Nuo deliberately went to win over Yun Haoran, the seventh prince of the Yunxiao Empire, who had artifacts and divine beasts.

The heritage of the empire is incomparably profound, and the methods of the Seven Princes are beyond the ordinary Tianjiao.

Yun Haoran's soft and handsome face always had a shallow smile, and when he heard Yang Nuo's words, he looked at Beigong Xue with interest, looking at Beigong Xue as if he was looking at a commodity in the vegetable market.

"This scythe, it seems a little familiar?" Yun Haoran narrowed his eyes, and his gaze fell on the scythe of death in Beigong Xue's hand.

After thinking for a while, Yun Haoran's eyes suddenly burst out with two fine lights. This Scythe of Death seems to be the exclusive artifact of the Diablo God who set off a bloody storm in the Yuncang Continent!

The warriors of the Yuncang Continent used scythes as weapons, not for nothing, but the scythes used by the vast majority of people were not chained on them.

"Little girl, hand over the artifact in your hand, kill yourself obediently, this palace promises to leave you a whole corpse. Yun Haoran looked down at Beigong Xue with an expression of "thank you for my grace".

Beigong Xue sneered, "Hand over the artifacts and divine beasts in your hands, my aunt and grandmother will consider only harvesting your head, not beheading you!"

The smile on Yun Haoran's face suddenly closed, "It seems that you don't appreciate your kindness to this palace!"

"Since that's the case, then there's no way, this palace has no choice but to take action personally and kill you!" Yun Haoran said coldly.

"Then it depends on whether you have that ability?!" Beigong Xue sneered.

I really don't know how there are so many feel-good narcissists in this world!

It's a mule or a horse, let's pull it out and slip around! Which is stronger and which is weaker, how do you know the result?!

"Ignorant fanatic, this palace will teach you today, what is a mountain and a mountain high!" Yun Haoran looked at Beigong Xue coldly, and suddenly there was a three-foot long sword in his hand.

As soon as the sword came out of the sheath, it let out a slight sword groan, and the patina of the sword body made it look extremely simple and vicissitudes.

"Let your Zhu Yan out too, because once the day is over, you and it will not have a chance to fight again!" Yun Haoran said indifferently.

Beigong Xue curled the corners of her lips sneeringly, "To deal with you, I don't need my demon pet to fight!"

"Arrogance, this is your own death!" Yun Haoran trembled slightly with the Qingfeng Sword in his hand, and stabbed straight at Beigong Xue.

Beigong Xue swung the scythe of death and killed the past.

"Bell, bell, bell—"

The two divine weapons collided, and dazzling sparks suddenly burst out of the air.

However, as soon as the two weapons collide like this, it will be compared who is more powerful.

The Qingfeng Sword in Yun Haoran's hand obviously had a fear of the Death Scythe.

It is also an artifact, but the Qingfeng Sword has not drunk much blood, but the Scythe of Death in Beigong Xue's hand has grown up under the watering of blood. The evil aura contained in this divine weapon, how can it be comparable to the mere Qingfeng Sword?

The Qingfeng Sword is Yun Haoran's natal artifact, so he has the deepest feelings about the Qingfeng Sword.

When he found out that his artifact actually had a trace of fear for the Scythe of Death, Yun Haoran's mood instantly became unbeautiful.

is also an artifact, his Qingfeng Sword, will lose to the Scythe of Death in momentum, which makes Yun Haoran, who has been overwhelming everyone since he was a child, feel quite unhappy.

He was not happy, and when he dealt with Beigong Xue, he did not retain his strength at all.

"Die! The Scythe of Death will also be from the main palace!" Yun Haoran's cheeks tightened, and he held a sigh of anger in his heart.

Beigong Xue naturally discovered Qingfengjian's fear of the Scythe of Death, which was undoubtedly good news for her.

"Little scythe, good job! Try to chop his artifact to pieces!" Beigong Xue communicated with the instrument spirit of the Death Scythe.

The machine spirit of the Scythe of Death was a little girl wrapped in a black cloak, and when she heard Beigong Xue's words, the machine spirit immediately replied coldly: "Obey, master!"

And then, every time the Qingfeng Sword collided with the Scythe of Death, its momentum would weaken.

This discovery made Yun Haoran feel quite depressed!

"Black Dragon, kill her for me!"

Seeing that his artifact was losing to the Scythe of Death in terms of momentum, Yun Haoran summoned his contract beast - a black dragon with a gloomy face.

Dong Yang Ze, who was fighting with the enemy not far away, saw it, and his face suddenly changed.

Others don't know, doesn't he know yet?

Beigong Xue's demon pet, that powerful beast Zhu Yan, is now asleep!

The current Beigong Xue can't summon Zhu Yan for her use at all!

What to do?

Dongyang Ze's heart was extremely anxious, and for the first time he secretly hated that his strength was too poor, and he couldn't protect Beigong Xue at a critical moment.