Chapter 1544: I'm Mo Xiaoyao here!

Chapter 1544 I'm Mo Xiaoyao Here!
"I am Ling Yefeng here to see who dares to touch my Master! Seek death!"
With this loud rumbling loudly between heaven and earth, people immediately saw a large silver sickle flying and slashing, flying to the shadow of that dragon claw.
Immediately after, a sound of exclaiming sounded: "Death sickle! It's death sickle!"
"Death Scythe!"
"The sickle of ancient death!"
At this moment, all the light was gathered on the silver sickle!
This handle stems from ancient real artifacts.
On top of each face, in addition to surprise, there is greed that is hard to hide!
Such a god-like device, who can not be moved, who does not want to take it for themselves.
Immediately afterwards, under the gaze of one's eyes, people saw the sickle of death, which had been slashed on the huge shadow of the dragon claws that were slamming towards Shi Feng.
"Oh!" Secretly, people seemed to hear the painful sound of the dragon's groan, followed closely, and the huge, powerful dragon claw phantom suddenly burst apart!
A slash by the Death Scythe even broke the stunt of the Northern Territory and destroyed the dragon claws!
"Uh!" The stunt was broken, and the Emperor Wudi of the Northern Xinjiang Dynasty trembled with a dull hum, humming from his mouth.
Immediately afterwards, he saw the handsome Emperor Wuyi in white, a blood stain appeared on the corner of his mouth.
It seems that the proud Devil Dragonclaw has been broken, and he has suffered backwash!
But immediately afterwards, he reached out and wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth, then turned slowly, facing the huge black vortex that entered Nether Purgatory again!
At this moment, the black figure before the black vortex quickly became the focus of this world!
Death Emperor Ling Yefeng, the great disciple of Jiuyou Emperor, one of the three giants of the dark camp, the current owner of the artifact Death Scythe!
After Death Scythe slayed the Dragon Claw's shadow, a ray of silver flickered, and then disappeared.
When it appeared again, it had already appeared beside Ling Yefeng, and he reached out and held it tightly in his hand.
The death emperor Ling Yefeng, dressed in black, with long hair dancing in the wind, holding a sickle of death in his hands, became the only one in this world!
The eyes that originally focused on Shi Feng were all focused on his Ling Yefeng.
"Hehe! Hehe!" Seeing Ling Yefeng appear, the Emperor Wudi of the Northern Xinjiang Dynasty not only did not get angry, but issued a "he" laughter, smiling:
"Nether back is good, it's wonderful to return! Ling Yefeng, who is constricted in nether purgatory, finally willing to come out. The sickle of death is really extraordinary! I, it is bound to be!" Destroyed Dragonclaw, he naturally broke all this Attributed to the death sickle!
"Huh!" Facing the gaze that came from staring at him, Ling Yefeng gave out a cold hum. Suddenly, a dense body of corpses flew out of him like a locust, floating in suspension. In all directions.
Every corpse is exuding a black breath of death, exuding a strong breath of death!
"All corpses!"
"All corpses!"
"All corpses!"
...
As soon as the corpses came out, the sky and the ground again exclaimed!
The world is famous for the amazing skills of the dead emperor Ling Yefeng.
Ling Yefeng stood proudly among the corpses, her face became abnormally solemn, followed by her body shape, and suddenly knelt down towards Shi Feng: "Ye Feng meets the master! Welcome the master back!"
Although her face was somber, Ling Yefeng was very excited at the moment.
The master is not dead! The master did not die!
"Well, these mundane etiquette, wait to destroy these dregs, let's get up!" Facing Ling Yefeng's kneeling, Shi Feng said calmly.
And calling these peerless Emperors Wu slags, from his tone as if you can hear them, destroy them, as if it is a very easy thing.
Before he came to Nether Purgatory, he passed through Zhongzhou and went to the dark camp. As a result, he saw that all the buildings in the dark camp were destroyed without any people.
At that time, Shi Feng was worried about this disciple, and now she saw it here, she finally let go.
Hearing Shi Feng's words, Ling Yefeng stood up slowly, and then there was a cold smile on the corner of her mouth, glaring at the people in front of her.
"Ling Yefeng, as long as you hand over the death sickle to this seat, this seat can spare you not to die!" At this time, the ancestor of the overseas monk Hong Kun still had excitement and greed on his old face. Shouted.
From now until now, his eyes have been gazing at the death sickle, never leaving.
Seeing what he looks like at the moment, I can't wait to rush forward now and take the death sickle from Ling Yefeng.
"Ling Yefeng, give me! Give me the death scythe!"
"Ling Yefeng, take out the death sickle!"
"Ling Yefeng, if you want to survive, quickly hand over the sickle of death!"
"Ling Yefeng ..."
At this time, these peerless Emperor Wudi uttered a loud voice and shouted at Ling Yefeng.
The legendary death sickle is right in front of them, and they really want to hold the death sickle in their hands.
At this moment, the most powerful forces rose from these peerless Emperors, preparing to launch an attack, and to seize the sickle of death.
And Ling Yefeng, facing these more than 30 peerless Emperors, listening to their bursts of words, he was not afraid at all, and sneered and sneered, "The sickle of death is in the hands of my Ling Yefeng. Come and get it! "
As he said these words, Ling Yefeng's power of death ran, a force of death, and the power of death escaping from the corpses all gathered on the sickle of death.
Immediately after, Ling Sifeng's sickle shook violently.
At this moment, Ling Yefeng, the death emperor, had a sudden change in her momentum, and her long hair kept fluttering, as if death had come.
At this moment, Ling Yefeng was in front of a huge black vortex.
"Why? Come here and get it!" Seeing that no one had flew over, Ling Yefeng yelled at these people again, drinking louder than before.
"kill!"
"kill!"
"kill!"
"kill!"
And just after Ling Yefeng's drinking sound dropped, the sound of drunk drinking and killing came out from the mouths of these peerless Emperors.
A peerless Wudi strongman, his body started to move!
But at this time, a cold voice rang out in this world, "I'm so happy, here!"
When the voice had just fallen, the shouts kept ringing: "I am Luo Qingchuan here!"
"I am also Xiao Tian!"
"I'm here!"
"I am secretly here!"
"I am here!"
"I'll wait for the Eight Ghosts to be here!"
...
With the sounds of shouting and shouting in the world, before the huge black vortex, powerful figures continued to appear!
The return of Shi Feng, these nine souls who could not hide in Nether Purgatory, finally appeared at this moment!
(End of this chapter)