Urban Sage System

Chapter 616 Useless Perseverance

The god of death with a cold expression was casting a spell, waving a sickle in his hand, and in the world, the wind howled, and countless souls of the dead flew out of the sickle, revealing their hideous faces. At this moment, the place is full of yin, like a mass grave!

As for the Grim Reaper, his eyes were scarlet, and the sickle in his hand was trembling, as if he couldn't help but want to harvest!

On the opposite side, Yang Ting's hands had already been pinched, and the Bu Gang had also been arranged. He kept chanting, one by one runes were carved out in the void, and the golden runes were like golden tadpoles!
"Want to compete with me? I will help you!" Death's eyes shone with confidence and madness!
kill!

The trembling sickle flew up with a buzzing sound as if it had received the final order!
With the sound of howling wind, it cut towards Yang Ting!

And Death waved his arms!
The souls of the dead that had come out of the sickle were all attached to the handle at this moment, shouting and cursing unceasingly!
After the sickle flew out, it sent out a cruel blow. However, after this blow, the sickle did not fall to the ground or even spin around without anyone holding the handle. Instead, it kept spinning in the hands of the God of Death. While changing, keep attacking!

Moreover, the power of the sickle is more ferocious, and the moves are more tricky and sinister. Many moves, because of the situation in which the person holds them, are limited by physical conditions, and cannot make many killing moves. At this moment, under the spell cast by the god of death, all of them are perfect What is even more unbelievable is that the sword skills are various, even endless, but the strength and speed are also multiplied!

At this moment, the sickle is more like a magic knife with the consciousness of death!

After Dongfang practiced swords to a certain level, he would turn into a sword!

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

Yang Ting understood that the way and means of using the sword by the God of Death were no worse than those legendary realms in which he transformed into a sword!

If it was said that he was still able to handle it just now, he is completely forced to be in a hurry now!
chap!
The sickle cut down horizontally, Yang Ting couldn't dodge in time, his chest was scratched, and a blood mark appeared!
Yang Ting's eyes froze, and the imprint in his hand did not say anything!
Hold on for now!

"What? Are you still unwilling to use your unique move? If you don't, I'm afraid you will have no chance." Death said to Yang Ting with a sneer.

Then, with another wave of his arm, the scythe that Yang Ting avoided turned back on the spot in a strange arc again, and a roundabout kill came!

Brush brush!
The sharp sound of the sickle, cutting in the air, made an abnormal sound.

chap!
Yang Ting jumped and avoided the killing move!
But, immediately after, the long blade flew again!
This time it was Yang Ting's face!
Due to his body jumping, he was forced to the point of despair, and his body could not use any force at all. Yang Ting, who was in the air, turned 180 degrees and changed the angle like a civet!
chap!
Yang Ting's back was slashed hard, almost along the spine!

Fortunately, the head has been avoided, otherwise it would be divided into two halves!
"Aren't you dead yet? Let me see, how long can you last?" The god of death has cold eyes, although he is smiling, anyone can see the Leng Lei in his expression!

He has been attacking for so long and still hasn't taken Yang Ting down, which makes him feel ashamed!
"Kill! Fight for them!" When Xiang Yu and others saw that Yang Ting could only be beaten and had no chance to fight back, they all felt angry and tragic in their hearts!
"Kill! Even if you die, you have to be backed!" Gao Jun also shouted!
"kill!"

"kill!"

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

Even if it is death, it must die vigorously!
And the mentality of the people in the dragon group is just the opposite!
Those exorcists saw the god of death gaining the upper hand, and each of them was determined. Looking at the people in the dragon group who were starting to fight, they chose to avoid them. Anyway, these people can't escape, anyway, these people are going to die, but they are different, they can Very calm, no one would think that when he was about to win, he would be unlucky and be dragged into the back.

"Kill!" The members of the dragon group shouted, suddenly, there was a faint tendency to regain the upper hand and regain the upper hand, but they knew that this was almost impossible!
The reason why those exorcists allowed them to do this was probably because they wanted to completely consume them!
And the most crucial battle between Yang Ting and the guy with the scythe, once the winner is decided, it means that the overall situation has been decided!

"The trapped beast is still fighting, do you want to make a final struggle? Then just struggle, it's useless and futile anyway!" Death said lightly.

At the same time, the sickle kept flying, and Yang Ting's clothes had been cut into pieces!
Looking at the situation, it seems that he may die at any time, and be cut in half by a knife at any time.

"Do you still want to persist? Pointless persistence will only prove your stupidity!" Death said with a sneer again.

Then, the hand changed again, and the sickle became more bloodthirsty, crazier, and kept appearing beside Yang Ting in various tricky postures.

chap!
click!
A series of blood marks appeared!
It felt like the end of the road just now, but after 5 minutes, it was still the same!

No sign of falling yet!
And when everyone didn't realize it, the clouds in the sky unknowingly became thicker and lower!

Rumble!
The faint sound of wind and thunder came from above.

At this moment, someone is looking up while fighting!

When I saw it, I almost fell to the ground!
cloud!
It's Thundercloud!
What's more, the distance is so close that it's even on top of everyone's heads!
And in the thick cloud layer, there are traces of electric lights jumping, like silver dragons swimming in it!
Rumble!
Another low thunder!
At the moment, it looks like a huge powder keg!
It could be detonated at any time, but... the controller of this explosive is actually in the hands of that oriental devil!

Others have seen it, and Death has also noticed it.

The thick clouds gave him a huge sense of threat!
"Is this your trick?" The god of death stared at Yang Ting, and finally knew why he hadn't cast a spell until now!
He is waiting!He was waiting for the clouds to descend, and for the thunder and lightning to continue!
"This can't save you either!" The god of death screamed!
"Really?" Yang Ting's solemn expression finally regained his ease!

But then, it became solemn and heavy!

The handprint changes, and the finger is like a sword, pointing directly at the sky!

click!
The thick cloud layer is like being split by a sword!

"Jiuxiao Shenlei, kill the demons! Kill!" Yang Ting yelled angrily!

And with a wave of his sword, he pointed at the god of death who had been controlling the flying scythe remotely!

Click!

A dull thunder sounded, like the sky's wrath!

Then a silver dragon tore through the clouds, descended from the sky, and went straight to death! ?
(End of this chapter)