Chapter 1070: Grim Reaper (2)

Like before the hurricane on the sea.
The surrounding air became condensed as if it had stopped flowing.
The little animals that were originally screaming in the wilderness woods around them seemed to be hibernating at this time and could not hear any sound.
Dead silence.
Yang Zimei now deeply understands this word.
She asked Huo Wenhua to stay inside without disturbing, opened the driver's seat door and went out.
The crimson Moxie sword in her hand was tightly held in her hand, and with her nervous mood trembling slightly, she made a low tweet.
The small iron tower on the left was also slightly discolored, and it seemed to feel the changes around it.
A cloud of black clouds began to roll out at the mountain in front of a hundred meters.
The cloud was thick and thick, like a mushroom, rolling in the direction of Yang Zimei.
No matter how good Yang Zimei's eyesight is, he can't see what's inside the dark cloud.
Isn't death a dark cloud?
Yang Zimei thought in confusion, the heartstrings began to tighten, and the palm of the hand holding the sword was sweating slightly.
It's about thirty meters away.
The dark cloud suddenly changed ...
A man in a black wide-sleeve robe stepped slowly out of the dark clouds and walked out of the void, and the ink that grew to the heel rose without wind, floating freely behind him, giving A strong visual effect.
Compared with his black robe, his hands looked particularly white, holding a black sickle.
The black gas entangled on the sickle was as dense as a thousand years.
His face, covered with long hair, suddenly showed most of it.
Seeing that half of the face was as beautiful as a pale jade face carved with a knife, Yang Zimei's original alert was instantly lifted, and tension turned into joy.
"Snow Lake, is it you?"
The Moxie sword in her hand dropped, hurried forward, and called gently.
The man in the black robe looked down at her ...
Seeing his pupils, Yang Zimei was slightly surprised.
With his long hair out of his eyes, Hitomi was even darker than the sickle on his hand, and it was as dark as a black hole. He wanted to devour everything in the world.
Xuehu's eyes are not like this.
His eyes were clear and translucent.
However, this exposed half face is exactly the same as Xuehu.
"Snow Lake?"
She tempted again, and whispered.
The sickle on the man in the black robe raised his voice and said, "Stop the dead! Death!"
His voice is completely unlike the gentle and cool sound of Xuehu, but he wants to be frosted, cold, hoarse, and cold, as if he came from the eighteenth floor of hell.
Yang Zimei's courage was not small, but when he heard this voice, he couldn't help but goosebumps, his back was cold.
grim Reaper?
Not Snow Lake?
Why does it look like Snow Lake?
Her original Mo Xiejian was lifted again.
The death field is extremely powerful, and the mana is beyond her imagination.
She knew she was not his opponent at all.
But I also know that death has its rules.
The sickle in his hand is used to harvest souls, but it cannot be harvested at will.
Seeing that she lifted Mo Xiejian, the sickle on Death's hand moved slightly. Before she could not react, Mo Xiejian in her hand fell to the ground instantly, making a squeaking noise ...
Yang Zimei looked at his palm.
Before Mo Xiejian fell from her hand, she didn't even feel any external force.
The sword suddenly fell into the ground like a void.