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Lu Chunyang walked very slowly, every change of air ion in the air could not escape his perception.

His sword intent has become so strong that it is almost substantive, and his murderous intent is even more fierce.

The Qingsuo sword trembled excitedly in his hand.

At first, Qingsuo Sword was unwilling to be controlled by Lu Chunyang, but now it is proud of being Lu Chunyang's weapon.

Yan Hua also walked very slowly, every step weighed heavily.

The black flames of the Death Scythe were burning crazily, just like her eyes.

Her expression seemed icy cold, but a raging flame was already burning in her heart.The black cloak was tightened and straightened behind her, and the power of the god of death combined with the way of breaking the army made Hanhua's body full of unstoppable destruction and murderous intent.

When the distance between the two was only the last five feet, they stopped at the same time.

In the battle of the strongest Taoist ancestor, five feet is already an absolute forbidden area, and if it is shortened by half a point, it is the taboo field of gods where life and death are instantaneous.Back then when I killed the Arrogant Demon Venerable, it was only after he stepped into the range of five feet in front of me that I started to do it.

Obviously, Sword God and Death God didn't intend to fight a war of attrition, nor did they intend to expose their power of ancient gods and demons in front of the heavenly gods.

Time was passing slowly, and no one was in a hurry to make a move.

Dongyue Taishan Great Emperor lost his former composure, Huolong Daoist began to swallow his saliva, Xie Liuyun's hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

Zhang Daoling seemed to be standing still, but his wide sleeves had already swelled without wind.

Compared with the reaction of the humane Tianzun, Jiang Xueyang, who is the most forbearing, has always had a calm face.

However, if one observes carefully, one will find that her black hair is turning white one by one at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The trigger for the killing intent came from a broken rock on the top of Abomination Peak.

The mountain rock was only the size of a fist, and rolled down from the top of the mountain. With no one to stop it, the speed became faster and faster. It collided violently with the mountain and jumped into the air. Coincidentally, it happened to fall within five feet of Yuhua and Lu Chunyang .

The mountain rock fell from the sky, and when it passed by the position where the two people's eyes intersected, Xi Hua and Lu Chunyang moved at the same time!

"Sharp blades kill life, strength wounds souls!"

"Chaos sword intent, nothing can't be cut!"

The sickle rotated, bursting out a circle of black flame light.

Lu Chunyang's Qingsuo sword breathed out, and blue sword flowers appeared on the tip of the sword.

Every time a sword flower falls on the black flame circle, the rotation speed of the death sickle will slow down by one point.

When No.40 nine flowers fell, the aperture dissipated.

Lu Chunyang pierced the main body of Yanhua with a sword!

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Chapter 453 Death God Army

The death scythe used by Yanhua was a long knife, and it was too late to block Lu Chunyang's sudden killing blow.

There was a loud bang, and the heart guard in the center of the death armor was shattered by Qingsuo sword, and then the sword body was like a broken bamboo, and it was directly inserted into Yuhua's chest.

Yanhua flew upside down, Lu Chunyang held a sword and stuck it in her chest, chasing after her.

Lu Chunyang's divine sword attainment was complete, and the sword energy crazily poured into Yuhua's body along the wound, and the sword energy derived from the supernatural power exploded.

The immortal body of the god of death couldn't bear Lu Chunyang's sword energy entering the body, and the blood and veins in the body were thrown into disorder by the sword energy, and the life force passed away at an accelerated rate.

Yu Hua used her soul energy to repair the wound, but the repair speed of the soul energy was far behind the destruction speed of the sword energy.

Seeing that the vitality was about to disappear, Yanhua gave up fighting against the sword energy, burning his soul, and the light of the death sickle skyrocketed.

Following her loud shout, the death scythe turned into a waning moon in the air, cutting towards Lu Chunyang's upper body.

The body of the god of death can also be repaired with the help of soul energy. It is difficult for Lu Chunyang's sword body to recover, so even if he can directly exhaust the vitality of the god of death, he is not willing to bear the life-threatening blow of the god of death's scythe.

Lu Chunyang drew his sword to block, the Qingsuo sword and the death scythe clashed in the air, the sword energy and the knife gang radiated a devastating energy impact.

Yanhua was seriously injured, but after this encounter, his body flew out like a kite with a broken string.

The man vomited blood repeatedly in the air, knelt down on one knee after landing, and stabilized his figure with the help of the death scythe.

The cloak was draped over her body, and an abnormal blush appeared on her pale cheeks.

The black flames in his eyes also became weaker, like a lonely lamp in a storm.

It's not that the god of death is not strong enough, the main reason is that it has not been long since the eighth Nirvana has been completed, and her body is still unable to adapt to the battle at the level of the strongest Taoist ancestor.

With one move, he lost the opportunity and fell into a disadvantage step by step.

Another point is that after Lu Chunyang turned into a sword, his soul has already merged with his body, and he is not affected by the soul fire of the god of death at all.

"The god of death who has been nirvana eight times is nothing more than that, so vulnerable." Lu Chunyang said with a cold snort.

Yanhua gritted her teeth without saying a word, raised her proud head, and looked at Lu Chunyang calmly.

Soul energy frantically condensed towards her, and the black cloak flew up again.

Immediately afterwards, Hua Hua stood up from the ground again, like an undefeated banner.

Lu Chunyang was not in a hurry to act, he saw the weakness of the god of death.At this time, he was unscathed and his spiritual sense was at its peak, while Yanhua was seriously injured. Even though he could recover from the injury with the help of soul energy, he had already lost his vigor.

When masters compete, the strong get stronger and the weak get weaker. It's like sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat.

After recovering from his injuries for a few minutes, Yuhua cut through the air towards Lu Chunyang with the death scythe in his hand.

"Hehe, looking for death!"

Lu Chunyang rose from the air, and he and Yanhua fought dozens of moves in the air.

The two black and white figures were wrongly connected in the air, and every time the Qingsuo sword and the death scythe collided, it caused space-time turbulence.

Yuhua couldn't control the air for a long time, and the number of moves was not divided, and his figure began to fall.

Seeing this, Lu Chunyang suppressed her and drew out his sword. One sword was faster than the other, and the death armor of the killing man was broken, and his white hair was cut off by the sword energy.

As soon as the figure landed, Lu Chunyang slashed down with a sword from above with the momentum of Mount Tai.

Yanhua blocked with a horizontal knife, and then heard a thunderous roar.

The death scythe was not broken, but the half of the people who were killed by Lu Chunyang's sword were buried in the mountain.

If the body of the god of death is not indestructible, if this sword falls on someone else, even the Taoist body of Tianzun will collapse and disperse immediately.