903: C903 Scythe of Death

C903 Scythe of Death

Feng Wushuang's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly.

What kind of secret technique was this to be so cruel to her?

Zhan Tianming, on the other hand, was very calm and composed.

After all, his growth had been through life and death battles along the way. He had seen too many bloody scenes. Even he himself had been bathed in blood and killed. Even though he had never seen such a cruel person to himself... How could he not pay the price for using such a powerful secret technique?

Just like his Nine-Shaped Mirage Lightning, which was born from the Nine Changes of Divine Form, required the consumption of Blood Essence to use.

Zeng Kuilin, who was standing on the snowy ground, also had a calm expression on his face.

It was as if he didn't know what fear was in his eyes. His eyes were staring at Black Wing Feather Cultivator fearlessly.

Looking at the eyes of these three people, especially Zhan Tianming's indifferent expression, made Black Wing Feather Cultivator extremely dissatisfied.

"Humph!"

With a deep humph, Black Wing Feather Cultivator threw the crushed eyeball in his hand into the void.

"Come, Scythe of Death. I offer my left eye as a sacrifice. Please take the lives of these three Human Clan cultivators."

A loud shout reverberated in the air.

"Er..."

An ancient and hoarse voice came from the endless void. It was like the chanting of a god of death, making people feel uncomfortable.

The entire void actually turned into night in an instant.

That kind of lonely atmosphere shrouded the night sky, making people's hair stand on end.

An illusionary figure slowly appeared behind Black Wing Feather Cultivator. It was a thousand feet tall, and one could only vaguely see the outline of it. There was also a pair of blood-red eyes.

A violent wind blew, and lightning flashed.

Kaboom! Boom!

Black Wing Feather Cultivator's power of wind and lightning was still circulating. With the help of the lightning, Zhan Tianming and the other two could finally see the black figure clearly.

It was a huge black shadow that was completely covered by a black robe. It was holding a huge black sickle with a chain in its hand.

Death? Scythe of Death?

This seemed to be some sort of secret summoning technique, but it required the Death Power of Law and a sacrifice to summon a living being. It was extremely terrifying and powerful.

The oppressive aura had completely covered the entire area.

The Scythe of Death was slowly raised up, and with the help of the flickering lightning, a cold light flickered on the Scythe of Death.

Black Wing Feather Cultivator's body began to tremble.

It was obvious that summoning such a terrifying creature was a huge burden to him.

However, the corner of Black Wing Feather Cultivator's mouth was still smiling.

"Hmph hmph, the three of you will die for sure."

Zhan Tianming didn't even look at Black Wing Feather Cultivator anymore. The latter was already at the end of his rope. After enduring for a while, he lied down on the ground. A half-dead dead dog. How would he deal with him at that time? It was up to him!

Zhan Tianming's eyes only looked at the giant red eyes of the 'creature'.

Fight!

A monstrous battle intent suddenly rose.

Zhan Tianming's right hand, which was holding the Nameless Divine Sword, also tightened.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Clang, clang...

Sword hums rang out, causing the air to tremble.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh...

Swoosh...

It was as if there were tens of thousands of sword qi flying in the void around him, piercing straight into the void and causing a series of shocking sounds to ring out continuously.

At this moment, the Scythe of Death in the hand of that 'creature' was raised to the highest point. Then, it suddenly swept down, bringing with it a terrifying hurricane of death. Furthermore, the Scythe of Death in the hand of that 'creature' was raised to the highest point. Furthermore, the Scythe of Death was covered with cold Power of Thunder. Wherever the scythe's blade swept across, the void was torn apart.

This attack was so terrifying!

Zhan Tianming didn't dare to underestimate it. He shouted in his heart.

"Berserk!"

Suddenly, Zhan Tianming's aura suddenly increased, and all his attributes doubled.

Although the divine power of the Three Daos of Sword wasn't doubled to the Six Daos of Sword, the power of the Sword Tao Power had also doubled on the foundation of the Three Daos of Sword.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

Swish, swish, swish...

The sword Qi around Zhan Tianming seemed to have been injected with stimulants. All of them became extremely excited. The whistling sound of the sword in the air could almost kill Martial Emperor warriors.

Clang!

Zhan Tianming struck out his sword!

He didn't use any stunning sword moves, and only swung his sword with all his might.

It was a simple and unadorned strike!

However, this seemingly ordinary and simple sword strike erupted with a divine might that shook the heavens. Almost in an instant, it sucked out all the True Qi in Zhan Tianming's body.

The sword Qi was world-shocking and overbearing. It swept towards the enormous Scythe of Death.

Chi La!

The sword energy tore through the void and fiercely clashed with the Scythe of Death.

The two sharp and domineering energy blades sliced at each other, their power neutralizing each other, directly deadlocked in the void.

However, this deadlock only lasted for a split second.

In the next moment, the sword qi that contained the full power of the three swords sliced through the Sickle of Death with a clang, then continued to sweep out wildly, directly cutting through the body of that 'creature'.

The surroundings instantly fell into silence.0

There was no longer any wind or lightning around Black Wing Feather Cultivator. The three hundred meter tall 'creature' also slowly dissipated, as if it had never appeared.

After the 'creature' disappeared, the sky regained its brightness in the span of a breath.

Huhuhu...

Huhuhu...

The north wind blew over, causing snowflakes to fly everywhere. It was as if everything was still the same as before.

Zhan Tianming staggered and was supported by Feng Wushuang, who was standing behind him.

"Hu... Hu... "

Zhan Tianming panted lightly. He did not think that activating this Nameless Divine Sword with all his strength would actually consume the True Qi and mental energy like this.

That sword strike just now almost made him lie flat on the ground.

"Damn it, all of these powerful killing moves will cost me my life. Using them once is enough to make me lie in bed for an entire day and night."

Zhan Tianming shook his head secretly.

However, if these powerful killing moves could be used so easily, he reckoned that it wouldn't be that powerful.

Finally, Zhan Tianming raised his head and looked forward.

Black Wing Feather Cultivator's eyes were wide open, and his body was still trembling.

The difference was that previously, he was clearly trembling because he had to endure the summoning of that strange 'creature', but now, he had personally witnessed the might of Zhan Tianming's sword just now.

"No... No... Impossible... No..."

A vague, stuttering voice kept coming out of Black Wing Feather Cultivator's mouth.

Even though he had seen it with his own eyes, he still couldn't believe that Zhan Tianming could be so strong!

This kind of strength was already heaven defying! Extremely strong!

It was absolutely impossible for a One-star Martial Sovereign to possess such terrifying combat strength. Even a one star Martial Saint might not be able to do this.

Puchi!

Suddenly, a black ghost claw pierced through Black Wing Feather Cultivator's chest and held his heart in his palm. After that, it slowly retreated. Black Wing Feather Cultivator's entire face twisted in pain.

Zhan Tianming and Feng Wushuang's eyes suddenly shrunk when they saw this. Their hearts were shocked and stunned.

What was going on?

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