Chapter 1042： Grim Reaper: Kill Everything

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The black scythe of death was only five meters long.

Compared with Wen Zilong's 100-meter-long body, it looks insignificant.

However, when the death scythe appeared, some values ​​immediately appeared in Wenzi's mind.

When his eyes saw the third-order barbarian dragons on the ground, their vitality appeared in his mind.

Their vitality is only 30.

Tier 5 barbarian dragons have 50 vitality.

And when his eyes fell on the Aaron Azeroth in front of him, his vitality reached more than 1,000.

However, with the appearance of the death scythe, his vitality also began to decline.

1030 ...

1029 ...

1028 ...

This value is not falling fast, but it is not slow.

This death scythe is really a perverted weapon.

There is no need to fight the opponent, as long as it is suspended here quietly, the opponent's vitality will be continuously absorbed by the death scythe.

However, as Ezeroth escaped, this value began to decrease more and more slowly.

Wen Zilong sneered, a teleport, then blocked in front of Ezeroth.

Ezeroth is flying at full speed.

Can't help preventing Wen Zilong directly.

In Wenzi's mind, Azeroth's vitality is now madly reduced.

1018 ...

1008 ...

998 ...

It was reduced by 1 point each time.

Now the distance between them is almost 0, which can be reduced by 10 points each time.

This is too abnormal.

Ezeroth saw Wen Zilong actually collided with him. He had a huge spiritual force, which was directly crushed towards Wen Zilong.

In his mouth, the gruesome words roared out:

"I don't know what to do. Let me see, what is the third-order peak spiritual power."

Wen Zilong smiled when he heard the words.

The mental power counterattacks instantly.

Ezeroth felt only a violent and overbearing spiritual force, rolling towards himself.

He was terrified.

Quickly withdrew his mental strength.

If it is one second later, his mental strength may be directly defeated and become an idiot.

In horror, he quickly aggregated a huge stone and smashed it into Wenzilong.

He himself turned around and fled again.

But, purple lightning, blocking the road in front of him, he could not escape.

Behind him, Wen Zilong crushed the boulder with a claw.

At the same time, the purple lightning blasted Yaron Azeroth at an incomparable speed.

With the constant attack of purple lightning, Ezeroth's vitality declined faster.

Every time Purple Lightning strikes, the life force of Azeroth will drop by at least five points.

If more, it can even drop by a dozen points.

Looking back at this time, Yalong Azeroth's vitality has only more than 600 points left.

Naturally, his vitality declined, and he could not see it.

But he can feel that his condition is much worse than before.

The speed is also a bit slower, and the power is also less.

The most important thing is the spiritual level.

Because he can obviously feel that he is not Wen Zilong's opponent.

He fluttered his wings and fled forward, shouting:

"Wen Zilong, do you really think you can kill me today?"

"Tell you, Yalong's life-saving means are beyond your imagination. Moreover, I was Yalong 100,000 years ago."

"Even if your strength is better than me?"

"What if you can win me for the time being?"

"Can't behead me, wait for my strength to recover, and then I will tear you apart!"

He didn't say it was okay. When he said that, Wenzi's heart burst into flames.

The body that had been piled up more than 30 meters high and was torn in half before came to my heart.

He was furious.

In my mind, Azeroth's vitality is only a little over 500 under the constant consumption of purple lightning.

530 ...

520 ...

510 ...

500!

At this moment, the **** of death at the top of Wenzi's dragon head practiced and instantly exhaled a breath of death.

I am afraid this kind of breath can only be felt in hell.

This breath, although not ice attribute.

But it made all barbaric dragons and humans feel cold in their hearts.

The back is cold.

Even Yaron Azeroth was trembling.

Look back.

Seeing Wen Zilong at this time, the right paw had already held the death scythe.

Reaper's scythe grows in the wind at this moment.

From the previous five meters long, it instantly reached more than one thousand meters.

This thousand meters is enough to make up for the distance between them.

Wenzi Longmu is now killing, and his body is full of murderousness.

The angry words screamed out of his mouth:

"Azeroth, you die for me—"

At the next moment, the death scythe crossed a semicircle with a radius of one kilometer in the sky.

Ezeroth's body was directly cut into two parts from the middle by this semicircle.

Ezeroth, looked at his body in half incredulously.

How is this possible?

Why is my body cut in two?

What about the many protective magic weapons?

Why didn't it start?

And his body is harder than fine gold, so he was cut into two pieces by this ugly black sickle?

Do not……

Even to death, Ezeros did not believe it.

I do n’t believe my many life-saving cards, but when I face a life threat, I do n’t even activate one.

I do not believe that I will die in the hands of a newly evolved Yalong.

How does he know that this is the passive skill of Death Sickle.

Reaping death.

Not to mention that you are just a first-order Yalong.

Even if you are a Tier 10 Yalong, your body is so powerful that any current weapon cannot be hurt.

However, as long as your vitality is less than 500.

It will still be killed by a scythe of death.

This is the hegemony of death harvest!

At this point, Yalong Ezeroth was finally beheaded.

At this time, Wen Zilong, one-third of the body is carrion, and many places can also see the bone directly.

A pair of eyes with a diameter of more than one meter, but no eyes.

Just dark eyes.

In his hand, he held a thousand-meter-long death scythe with death.

On the ground, the fortune-tellers of more than forty dragon temples were shocked to see this scene one by one.

Some begging for mercy:

"Dragon Emperor, we ... we are also forced, please ... let us go ..."

Some are so scared to say anything.

Yes, turn around and escape.

Wen Zilong sneered.

Their vitality is nothing more than 100.

The death scythe swept across.

Strangely, the scythe of death swept across the houses and trees near these barbarian dragons.

But houses and trees are intact.

Only these barbarian dragons, the tenth barbarian dragon, were all cut into two.

All Tier 10 barbarian dragons have at least seven or eight life-saving cards on each body.

However, under the scythe of death, no life-saving cards are activated.

Wen Zilong, holding a scythe of death.

Flapping the tattered wings.

Soaring into the air.

As soon as he looked up, he looked up:

"Ao-roar -----"

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