Kowloon pull coffin

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This sword once again severely damaged Yuhua's body, and then Lu Chunyang volleyed and fell to the ground, his figure graceful and elegant to the extreme.

The divine sword among swords, the sword god among men.

Humanity and all the gods are pleasing to the eye and sincerely convinced.

Looking at Yuhua again, half of her body was like dirt, her white hair was disheveled, her face was covered with smoke and dust, and there was a smear of black blood at the corner of her mouth.

"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, the grave is the best destination for the god of death." Lu Chunyang was condescending, and sneered again.

"Hehe." Yanhua sneered.

With the help of the death scythe, he pulled himself out of the mountain.

At this time, Yanhua no longer had the half majesty of the god of death, and was in an unprecedented embarrassment.

However, her fighting spirit has not weakened at all.

Because in addition to her identity as a god of death, she is also a general who breaks the army of the devil.

There have always been only Pojun who died in battle, not cowardly Pojun.

Yanhua absorbed the soul energy silently, and after recovering a few minutes of combat strength, Yanhua rushed to attack again.

Lu Chunyang fired several more sword strikes, severely wounding her again.

The battlefield between the two went from the peak of hatred to the bottom of the mountain.

Lu Chunyang has always had the upper hand, and he didn't give Xihua any chance to backhand.

Even, if he was cruel to kill, Yanhua would not be able to persist until now.

This is no longer a battle of victory and defeat, but a naked humiliation.

Standing at the foot of the mountain, Yuhua didn't have a single piece of intact skin all over her body, and her death armor was shattered, and she couldn't even hide her shame.

Looking at the almost half-naked Yan Hua, a ferocious smile appeared on the corner of Lu Chunyang's mouth.

Whiteness, blood, scars, shame.

When all these shames were superimposed on Yuhua, her expression was still as indifferent and calm as ever.

Under the calm expression, the vitality has almost dried up, and the soul is almost burned out.

At the foot of the mountain, the remaining 30 troops of humanity stared at the bewildered Grim Reaper from a distance.

If the god of death never dies, they will have nightmares of fear all their lives.

Only by witnessing the destruction of the god of death with their own eyes, will they regain their lost courage.

"Kill her." I don't know who yelled first.

Then Wan Jun responded and shouted in unison: "Kill the god of death, smash her bones, and chop her soul!"

The more he shouted, the crazier he became, and the faces of the disciples of humanity became more cruel and ferocious.

In the past, this aloof figure has carried the awe-inspiring eyes of the demon disciples, and also carried too much fear of the enemy.

Today, under Lu Chunyang's sword, she is like a virgin who has been stripped of her clothes, weak but not pitiful.

Because her noble head has never been underground, her expression is still as calm as water.

This made disciple Dao even more angry, and vented the hatred in his heart with the most resentful eyes.

Facing the curse of the 30 army, Yan Huadan suddenly turned his head, and the eyes of the god of death patrolled the audience.

The 30 army suddenly lost their voices, and the formation was in a panic.

"Hahaha..." Yan Hua laughed out loud.

"What are you laughing at?" Lu Chunyang scolded with shame and anger.

He was ashamed of the reaction of the disciples of Humanity, because he didn't know how Yanhua left a nightmare of fear in their hearts.

At the same time, he was angry at Yanhua's unyielding will to the death.

"Laugh at you as a bunch of cowards."

"A person who is about to die, how can he have the confidence to mock my disciple of humanity?"

"Hehe, are you talking about life and death with the god of death? Lu Chunyang, have you ever seen a god of death who is afraid of death?" Yanhua asked back with a sneer.

Death spreads the fear of death, but she herself is never afraid of death.

"In that case, let me end your life with a sword today. After this battle, there will be no death!"

After finishing speaking, Lu Chunyang sacrificed the Qingsuo sword.

His patience has been exhausted, and it is not her who will be left alive to humiliate her, but their humanity.

"It's too late." He said.

"what?"

"It's too late for you to think of killing me now."

"What do you use to block my sure-kill sword?" Lu Chunyang asked.

"Under my feet is the land of the destruction of an army of 70 people. Now, let me show you the true power of the god of death!" He flew up into the air, suspended in the air, and pointed the sickle of the god of death at Lu Chunyang.

"In my name, I grant you liberation."

After finishing speaking, those disciples of humanity who had been completely consumed by the fire of their souls suddenly stood up unsteadily from the ground.

The fire of the soul does not burn their bodies, but their souls. Therefore, the bodies of the disciples of humanity who were killed by Yan Hua remained intact, and when they stood up, it was as if they were alive.

It's just that their eyes are no longer clear, but have turned into a mass of pitch black, burning with black flames like Yanhua.

Their current identities are the minions of the god of death, the executors of death.

Because when Yanhua killed them with the fire of the soul, he still left the fire in their bones.

This is also the reason why Yuhua couldn't compete with Lu Chunyang. Before she fought Lu Chunyang, she had already lost part of her divine sense and turned it into fire, just to gather an army of death executors.

"kill!"

Following Yanhua's order, all the 70 Death God wings rushed towards Lu Chunyang.

And Hua Hua himself was the army of human disciples who flew into the distance at the moment the order was issued.