Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

At the same time, on the other side of the battlefield, Luo Ping was not idle either. He raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and his tongue tip swept across his lips with a cold smile.

The magic sickle in his hand turned lightly, and thousands of momentum gathered and then quietly returned. He lowered his head, but his whole body exuded a sense of oppression that should not be underestimated.

He slowly raised his eyelids, his eyes were as cold and clear as ice, and his voice was like the cold wind that penetrated the air in winter, striking people's hearts: "Chen Yu, do you think you can suppress all of us with your so-called killing field?"

"Hmph, now, let me teach you what true despair is."

"I'll let you experience for yourself what it feels like to have the Killing Field completely shattered!"

Before he finished speaking, he shouted in a low voice, like thunder exploding in the sky: "The ultimate devil's secret is broken!"

A black, purple and silver light rose from his body, like a netherworld fire in the dark night, hot and strange, making people shudder.

A huge wave of force surged out from his body, sweeping around in circles. With the magic sickle as the center, an unprecedented wind of darkness and evil was suddenly released. The storm was like an angry dragon emerging from the sea, sweeping across the sky and the earth.

This force was so powerful and terrifying that everyone present couldn't help but look sideways.

Chen Yu's heart trembled and he thought to himself that something was wrong.

As one of the families inherited from the gods, the Rakshasa family is as famous as the Angel Qian family and the Sea God Bo family. Its profound heritage is by no means ordinary.

And Po Ji is one of the Luo family's trump cards. Its power is strong enough to rival the Chen family's Killing Technique, and it is feared throughout the world.

Luo Ping shouted again: "Ninth Soul Skill - Scythe of Death!"

Its body shook, and a shadow of a Rakshasa suddenly appeared behind it. The shadow was cold and ruthless, surrounded by endless darkness and evil spirit. Its eyes were as deep as the abyss, revealing a heart-pounding chill and inspiring the deepest fear in people's hearts.

The shadow of the Rakshasa merged into one with Luo Ping, just like the god of the underworld breaking free from the shackles of the underworld.

On the magic sickle, ancient runes began to spin and dance, flashing a dark light.

In an instant, the magic sickle turned into a dark evil magic sickle hundreds of meters long, stretching across the sky, causing strange phenomena in heaven and earth, and the wind and clouds changed color.

Luo Ping roared angrily, and the magic sickle, carrying the power to destroy everything, slashed towards Chen Yu's killing field.

At that moment, a destructive force from the sickle surged, causing everyone who felt its presence to feel a fear and trembling from the heart.

At that moment, the sky seemed to be obscured by this horrifying force, becoming dim and dark, and the air was compressed to the point of almost solidifying. Everyone on the battlefield felt unprecedented depression and suffocation.

Above the Dark Demon Scythe, black, purple and silver lights shine brightly and dazzlingly. They respectively symbolize the endless darkness, the absolute destruction and the mystery of space.

This sickle, as the exclusive weapon of the god-level Rakshasa martial spirit, has three attributes that are all top-notch among the top.

Indeed, this martial soul contains the power of space, which is completely different from the spatial attribute of the Void Dark Snake martial soul that tends to shift. It is more inclined to tear and cut.

And this is exactly the reason why Luo Ping dares to destroy the [Boundary of Killing].

Chen Yu's killing realm was a terrifying domain that he had forged after going through countless battles. However, at this moment, in front of this force that was enough to cut through the heavens and the earth and destroy all things, it trembled like a candle in the wind, making bursts of tremors.

The Dark Demon Scythe was like the kiss of death. Wherever it passed, the space was torn apart, leaving behind shocking, bottomless cracks and the huge sickle mark, like a mark of death engraved between heaven and earth.

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Luo Ping stood on the battlefield, his state of mind was like a mirror, clear and profound.

The artistic conception he comprehended was exactly “cutting”.

Although the artistic conception is ordinary, its upper limit is surprisingly high.

What is cutting? It is the sharp blade that cuts through the sky, and the precise and accurate skills that carve everything.

In Luo Ping's eyes, cutting is not just a physical break, but also a separation of mind and will, a challenge and reshaping of the laws of the world.

What he pursued was the cutting power that could cut through all restraints and break the shackles of the world.

It was like the great cutting techniques in the legends of immortal cultivation, where with one cut, mountains and rivers were severed and the sky and earth changed color.

Like Pangu's axe that created the world, with one slash, the road was broken and heaven and earth were separated. What a powerful force it is!

With the blessing of this artistic conception, his Dark Demon Scythe seemed to have turned into the sharpest blade in the world.

Wherever the devil's sickle passed, everything was swept away. Nothing could stop it and it was indestructible.

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This is an illusion-level state of mind. Looking at his appearance, he has obviously comprehended the next level of state of mind, just like Chen Yu, and is about to break through.

The artistic conception of the 96th level illusion realm, coupled with the tremendous soul power unleashed by the secret meaning of [Breaking the Extreme], Luo Ping at this moment is definitely a complete strength of level 96, and is also an extremely powerful 96th level Super Douluo.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Chen Yu gritted his teeth and burst out his soul power, pushing the power of the killing field to an unprecedented limit.

Within the area, golden and silver lights intertwined and shone, and the vast and cold murderous aura turned into a brilliant blue barrier.

However, Luo Ping's scythe of death, like the first ray of night light at night, slashed fiercely on the barrier of gold and silver.

In an instant, light splashed, the space trembled, and an unprecedented collision took place between heaven and earth.

At that moment, the entire battlefield seemed to freeze, with only the sharp and piercing sound of the collision between the Dark Evil Scythe and the Killing Field roaring in the ears.

The killing field began to tremble violently under Luo Ping's fierce attack, and the golden and silver light gradually became dim.

At the same time, Yan Wufeng roared angrily and once again activated the power of the Demon Dragon Transformation. The Demon Dragon Claw was swung out again, and the giant claw like a mountain smashed towards the killing field with extreme sharpness.

Chen Yu felt tremendous pressure, and he tried his best to output and maintain the stability of the field.

However, the cutting and destructive force was so strong that tiny cracks began to appear in the killing field, as if it was being torn apart bit by bit by an invisible force.

Luo Ping raised the corner of his mouth slightly, his state of mind merged with the sickle blade. There was nothing else in the world but the endless way of cutting.

Whether it was the surging soul power or the cold domain, they were all cut into pieces by his sickle.

Wherever the sickle blade passed, space was torn apart, time was severed, and everything was reshaped under his will.

Coupled with the violent attack of Yan Wufeng's Demon Dragon Claw on the other side, these cracks continued to expand and eventually formed a huge gap.

The Dark Demon Scythe took advantage of the situation and rushed in, just like the darkness instantly covering the dawn, completely tearing the killing field into pieces.

The fragments turned into bright points of light and dissipated into the air, leaving behind a devastated battlefield.

Chen Yu’s face turned pale and he staggered a few steps.