Son-in-law Dan Zun

The black sickle, like the death god's sickle, magnified in the eyes of many powerful people in the East Sea Mansion, making many people look disillusioned.

Because they felt a crisis of death, shrouded in it.

Even Spear King Li Qincang was killed instantly, who else could stop it?

"Withdraw, her mother will return to Daohai for Laozi!"

There was another decisive shout, resounding loudly, rolling back and forth between the world.

Soon!

There is a burly figure, taking the initiative to face the black sickle.

He wore black armor, wore gloves in his hands, and carried an unparalleled spirit of seeing death as his home.

"The King of Fighters Wu Gang!" Many people recognized the burly and domineering figure.

This is a character at the same level as the gun king Li Qincang.

"boom!"

A more violent collision erupted.

The terrifying power came through the gloves. At this moment, Wu just felt how terrifying the sickle of the verdict was.

No wonder Li Qincang would fall under the sickle.

"Fuck me!" Wu Gang shouted sharply, his breath still changing and becoming stronger.

Feeling the abnormally strong aura on Wu Gang's body, many people's complexions changed drastically.

"No, he is going to blew himself up!"

boom!

As soon as the voice fell, a violent energy storm burst out suddenly, sweeping a large area of ​​space.

Fortunately, the East Sea City below was guarded by a sword formation and was not directly affected.

Otherwise, it is not known how many innocent people will be affected.

"die!"

Under the storm, the queen phantom continued to spit out an indifferent voice.

I saw the shadows of countless sickles suddenly appeared in the void, piercing the void in an instant, covering all the strong East Sea Mansion.

"I come!"

There was another loud shout.

A figure turned resolutely and faced the countless shadows of sickles.

The straight figure stood upright like a sword pointed at the sky.

The shadow of the sickle in the sky, since his pupils were dilated, he was fearless and stood still.

"Sword idiot, Chen Yijian." Many people's hearts trembled violently again.

He is also a powerhouse at the same level as the King of Fighters Wu Gang and the King of Spear Li Qincang.

However, it is a level of power that makes many people's hearts extremely complicated.

Today, how many powerhouses will still fall?

"The sword is coming!"

Chen Yijian raised his sword, spit out a figure in his mouth.

The sword intent between the heaven and the earth was dwarfed, and the terrifying kendo air flow whistled, extremely fierce.

However, at this moment, the murderous sword intent was faintly tragic and helpless.

Next moment!

Chen Yijian merged with man and sword and broke through the air.

Behind him, there are thousands of sword shadows, and they kill together.

Thousands of sharp swords screamed loudly, bringing Chen Yijian's unrelenting determination to break through the air.

"clang!"

A burst of crisp humming broke out in the void, and countless sword shadows and sickle shadows crazily shattered.

The devastating scene was shocking.

Chen Yijian's complexion changed drastically, and the power contained in the sickle of the verdict shocked him, as if it was beyond his ability to resist.

At this moment, he only felt that it was a flat boat in the storm, crumbling, and it might be overwhelming at any time.

Chen Yijian did not dare to hesitate, and suddenly withdrew the long sword and inserted it into his heart.

"Puff!"

Chen Yijian spit out a mouthful of blood.

At the same time, there was a crazy and cold voice accompanying it.

"With my blood, turn it into a robbery sword!"

boom!

Shocking kendo rays swept out of Chen Yijian's internal organs, flooding the world.

His figure seemed to have turned into countless sword lights at this moment.

The void was completely submerged by the brilliant sword light, including the shadow of the sickle in the sky.

"call!"

A gust of wind passed by.

But the smell of blood can't be blown away, and the tragic meaning that permeates this world can't be blown away.

In Donghai City, countless people looked up at this scene.

The heart can't help but tremble!

Although the people of the Dark Temple are not afraid of death, the people of the East Sea Mansion are not weaker than others.

Whether it is Spear King Li Qincang, the King of Fighters Wu Gang, or the sword idiot Chen Yijian, they are all heroes.

Sacrifice, beg for benevolence!

In the Dao Sea, many East Sea Mansion powerhouses finally escaped under the cover of the three of them.

Looking at the empty world, many people don't feel a touch of scarlet in their eyes.

Their hearts seem to be heavy.

Whether it is Spear King Li Qincang, the King of Fighters Wu Gang, or the sword idiot Chen Yijian, everyone is a world-famous person.

Even more powerful than these people, I don't know how much they are outstanding.

However, in order to give them a chance to survive, they sacrificed themselves.

Luo Wushu was also at this moment, looking at Daohai's space, his expression was extremely complicated.

now!

Except for Wu Tongtian and Qin Lin who are still fighting, there is only Bai Ning standing there with the sickle of ruling.

Luo Wushu also had respect for Chen Yijian and others.

No one is not afraid of death, but how many people can do theirs.

They are heroes!

"die!"

A cold voice came from the Queen's phantom mouth again.

In Bai Ning's hands, the sickle of verdict came out, turning into a black streamer, slamming the figures in Daohai.

"boom!"

At the edge of Daohai, a wave of formations erupted, directly shaking the sickle of the verdict and falling back into Bai Ning's hands.

This made the queen's phantom look different.

But just for a moment, the surprised look in her eyes disappeared, replaced by a more ruthless indifference.

His gaze swept across Donghai City below his eyes, and immediately, Bai Ning's black sickle came out again.

"laugh!"

There was a sharp sound, and when the sickle of verdict broke through the air, the pupils of countless people shrank suddenly.

Especially the people in Donghai City, their eyes are filled with deep fear.

Although there are sword formations guarding East Sea City, who knows whether it can stop the death-like sickle.

"Boom!" In the sword formation, terrible fluctuations swept, condensed into a giant sword to kill.

"clang!"

The intersection of the sword and the sickle is like the tip of a needle facing the wheat.

Suddenly, a shocking wave erupted, causing the sword formation to oscillate.

"break!"

The queen phantom raised her hand and pressed it downward.

Suddenly, there seemed to be endless power blessed on the scythe of judgment, causing the sword formation to make an explosive sound.

The hearts of countless people trembled violently.

If there is no sword formation guardian, how can the people of East Sea City below not die?

At their speed, even if they are allowed to enter the Daohai, how can they escape into the Daohai?

The Queen phantom didn't give everyone time to think about and respond.

As soon as the sword formation was broken, the sickle of ruling moved again.

A sickle appeared in the sky, covering countless people in Xiangdonghai City.

"Rumble..."

The space trembled violently, and countless people looked up and their complexions became pale unconsciously.

For them, how is this scene different from the doomsday?

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PS: When I get home, I will start coding before the meal is eaten.

After revisions, two chapters were finally written.

Handicapped party is not easy!

Of course, there is another reason for the slow writing...

I went to see the movie "Eight Hundred" last night. Although I didn't shed tears, the blood in it and sacrificed his life for the country made Wuchen feel a lot of emotion and complicated.

Fortunately, Wu Chen was born in such an era.

A code word that can go to work safely and happily...

The plot of this chapter is quite different from Wuchen's original outline.

But influenced by the movie, I also want to try to write a few heroes in my pen.

Thus, there are scenes of gun king Li Qincang, boxing king Wu Gang, and sword idiot Chen Yijian who are not afraid of death.

…………They are my "eight hundred" heroes.

There will be updates later, but it’s late,,,, clean to eat a takeaway, and start to write (cover your face and run away~~~)