"good."

When the demon heard this, the demonic energy rippled. Wherever the demonic energy passed, even the vitality of the air was absorbed. Seeing this scene, Lin Da and Zhang Qi's pupils suddenly shrank.

"It's been a long time since you've seen such an arrogant human race. Since you're looking for death, I'll help you. I want to see what you have."

"drink……"

The demon shouted coldly and a sickle appeared in his hand. The sickle looked a little short and not very big, but the black sickle looked extremely sharp, as if it could cut off the void.

The demon raised the corner of his mouth and showed a cruel smile: "Let you taste the power of my God of Death Scythe."

"kill……"

The demon shouted loudly, and his body jumped in front of Xia Ming. The sickle in his hand came to Xia Ming in a tricky and weird way, and he wanted to kill Xia Ming with one blow.

His sickle is strange and unpredictable, and fighting with people is even more unpredictable.

The demon didn't notice when he saw Xia Ming, and a strange arc appeared between the corners of his mouth. He seemed to have seen the fate of Xia Ming being killed by him.

"bite……"

The next moment, the demon son's face froze on the spot, with a little surprise in his eyes.

"Stopped."

The demon didn't expect that this guy would block it, but... a sword appeared behind him.

"brush……"

The next moment, a light flashed, which made the demon's pupils shrink suddenly and he hurriedly retreat. Then, the demon saw clearly the sword beside Xia Ming.

It was not a spiritual weapon at all, but more than a dozen spiritual weapons. These dozens of spiritual weapons were suspended in the void, flashing with sharp sharpness, which made the demons' face slightly change.

"This is……"

The demon son never expected that Xia Ming would control eighteen spiritual weapons at once. What's even more terrifying is that all of these eighteen spiritual weapons were divine-grade spiritual weapons.

What does it mean if a person has so many spiritual weapons? It means that this person must have a noble status in the Tiandao Academy. If he can capture him... maybe he can be exchanged for freedom of other clans.

Thinking of this, the demon's eyes flashed with a heart-warming light.

"Some skills, but that's all."

The demon shouted coldly, and then he threw his sickle above his head.

A loud resounded, and a rich black air burst out from the black sickle, which swept across the sky. In the blink of an eye, the black sickle turned into several handles.

Each handle is so sharp.

Enough to cut off human life.

"kill."

With the demon son's harsh reprimand, these eight sickles were harvesting towards Xia Ming.

A terrible power burst out, and even someone could see it. It seemed that a god of death was controlling the sickle and heading towards Xia Ming to harvest it. The god of death was cold, violent and cruel.

Linda and Zhang Qi's whole hearts were raised to their throats.

"Can he... block it?"

Xia Ming's ability to defeat the masters at the seventh level of the Soul Realm with one sword also made them see hope of survival, but they didn't know if they could defeat the demon in front of them.

After all, this demon is several times stronger than the previous horned demon clan.

The two are not of the same level at all.

"Sword Control Technique...Eighteen swords are launched at once."

Xia Ming sneered, waved his sleeves, and eighteen spiritual weapons pierced towards the demon's sickle. In the blink of an eye, the two of them collided together.

These eighteen spiritual weapons are eight sickles against the demon son.

"Ding Ding Ding..."

The sound of golden swords continued to spread, and even the space began to shake. At the collision, the sword energy was scattered, leaving sword marks on the ground that were neither deep nor shallow.

The sword scars were ferocious, and people couldn't help but take a breath after seeing them.

"Bang bang..."

The next moment, both of them took two steps back.

The spiritual weapons also returned to their side one after another.

With one blow, Xia Ming was not bad at all compared to the Demon.

"It actually blocked."

The demon's eyes when he looked at Xia Ming gradually became gloomy. Unexpectedly, the guy in front of him could actually compete with him with the first level of the Soul Leaving Realm.

It was really beyond his expectations.

Xia Ming also looked at the demon son with a serious expression, with a little fighting spirit deep in his eyes.

He could feel that this demon son at the eighth level of the Soul Realm had similar combat power to his, and if the demon son broke through another level, he might not be his opponent.

In these days, it is extremely difficult to find an equal opponent, so Xia Ming also showed some fighting spirit.

This demon seems to be an opportunity for him to break through.

"So what can I do if I block it? You will still die next."

The demon snorted coldly.

"drink……"

With the loud shout, the demonic energy around him rolled in and rushed into the demon's body frantically. These demons rushed into his body along the demon's eyes and nose, which made the aura on the demon's body surge.

"The Scythe of the Death God, take charge of the world."

The demon roared, and almost at this moment, a huge phantom condensed behind the demon roar. The phantom was probably a hundred feet in size, flashing with a black light, and the black light was surging.

In this phantom, there was actually the sickle of the demon son.

This seems to be the real god of death.

Lin Da and Zhang Qi were all gasping for a huge figure. Just ask, if such an attack was replaced by the two of them, it would definitely be impossible to stop it. Such an attack would be too terrifying.

It's right.

I'm afraid even ordinary masters from the ninth level of the Soul Leaving Realm cannot stop them.

When Xia Ming saw this scene, his expression also showed a little caution.

"This time, it's like you're still alive."

The demon laughed loudly, and the laughter was full of arrogance and arrogance.

Seeing this, Xia Ming took a deep breath, and then his hands quickly changed. The eighteen spiritual weapons were spread in several directions. At the same time, there was still a space where the eighteen spiritual weapons were located.

Slight fluctuations.

But the demon didn't notice it.

"Die..." The demon waved his hand, and the god of death walked slowly towards Xia Ming with a huge step. When this step fell, there was a loud bang, trampling the earth into a deep thunder.

The footprints made everyone in the world look slightly

Change.

"So strong." Linda exclaimed.

"Be careful." Zhang Qi couldn't help but remind him.

Xia Ming saw the god of death holding a sickle and walking slowly towards him. At this moment, he took a deep breath and his eyes flashed.

"Okay... let you try the power of my sword formation."

"drink……"
Chapter completed!