C903 Scythe of death

Feng Wushuang's beautiful eyes slightly shrank.

To be so cruel to himself, what kind of secret technique was this?

Zhan Tianming, on the other hand, was very calm.

After all, he had grown up in the midst of a life and death battle. He had seen too many bloody scenes, and had even killed himself by bathing in blood. Although he had never seen such a cruel person before, how could he not pay a price when using a powerful secret technique?

Just like his own Nine-Shaped Mirage Lightning that was born from the Nine Changes of Divine Form, he needed to use the Blood Essence.

Standing on the snowy ground, Zeng Kuilin's face too was expressionless.

As if he didn't know what fear was in his eyes, those eyes, were looking at Black Wing Feather Cultivator fearlessly.

The look in the eyes of these three people, and especially Zhan Tianming's indifferent expression, made Black Wing Feather Cultivator even more dissatisfied.

"Humph!"

With a snort, Black Wing Feather Cultivator threw the exploding eyeball in her hand directly into the air.

"Come, Death Scythe. I offer sacrifice with my left eye. Please take the lives of these three Human Clan cultivators."

The shouts reverberated in the air.

"Ugh …"

An ancient and hoarse voice came from the void. It was like the chanting of a death god, causing people to feel uncomfortable.

The entire space turned into a dark night in an instant.

The lonely atmosphere that enveloped the night sky was enough to send chills down one's spine.

An illusory figure slowly appeared behind Black Wing Feather Cultivator. It was a hundred meters tall, and one could only see the vague outline of a figure as well as a pair of blood-red eyes.

Violent winds howled, lightning flashed.

"Boom!" Bang! Bang!

The power of the wind and thunder of the Black Wing Feather Cultivator continued to circulate, and borrowing the light of the lightning, Zhan Tianming and the others finally managed to clearly see the three hundred meters tall black figure.

In his hand was a huge, black sickle, with chains on it.

Death? Scythe of Death?

This seems to be some kind of summoning secret technique, but it needs to be used with the Death Power of Law and the 'living beings' that need to be sacrificed to summon, it's probably very terrifying and powerful.

A suppressive aura had already completely enveloped this entire space.

The Death Scythe was slowly lifted up. With the aid of the flashing lightning, a cold light flashed from the Death Scythe.

Black Wing Feather Cultivator's body started to tremble.

Apparently, summoning such a terrifying creature was a huge burden to him.

However, Black Wing Feather Cultivator was smiling.

"Hmph, the three of you are definitely going to die."

Zhan Tianming did not even bother to look at the Black Wing Feather Cultivator, he was already at the end of his tether, and after holding on for a while, he would become a half-dead dog lying on the ground. At that time, wouldn't it be as he wished to take care of him?

Zhan Tianming's gaze was only locked onto that 'creature' with a pair of enormous red eyes.

Fight!

The will to fight suddenly rose to the skies.

The right hand Zhan Tianming was holding onto the Nameless Divine Sword with, also tightened abruptly as well.

Clank, clank, clank.

Clank, clank, clank.

The sword hummed as the void trembled.

Sou sou sou …

Sou sou sou …

There seemed to be thousands of sword Qis flying around him, piercing through the void incessantly.

Just then, the Death Scythe in the monster's hand was raised to the highest point, and then suddenly swept down, bringing along a terrifying death hurricane. Furthermore, the Death Scythe had produced many gloomy and cold Power of Thunder s, and all the areas that the Death Scythe Blade swept past, were all ripped apart.

This strike was truly terrifying!

Zhan Tianming did not dare to underestimate him, and shouted out in his heart.

"Berserk!"

Suddenly, the aura on Zhan Tianming's body surged, and all of his attributes doubled.

Although the divine might of the three parts of the sword did not directly double to the power of the six parts of the sword, the might of the Sword Tao Power had directly doubled from the strength of the three parts of the sword.

Swish

Swish

The Sword Qi around Zhan Tianming seemed as though it had drank chicken blood, all of it becoming abnormally excited. The sound of the sword whistling in the sky, could almost kill off any cultivator of the Martial Emperor.

Clang!

Zhan Tianming had unleashed his sword!

He did not perform any stunning sword moves, but used all his strength to swing out a single sword strike.

It was a simple and unadorned strike!

However, such a seemingly ordinary and simple sword strike actually erupted with astonishing divine might that shook the heavens. Almost in an instant, it sucked out all the Genuine Essence in Zhan Tianming's body.

The sword qi was world-shocking and domineering as it rushed towards the enormous Sickle of Death.

Riiiip!

The sword qi sliced through the air, clashing fiercely with the Sickle of Death.

The two sharp and domineering air blades cut into each other, the power of each offset, directly creating a stalemate in the air.

However, this stalemate only lasted for a split-second.

In the next moment, the Sword Qi that contained the power of the three Sword Arts, with a clang, directly cut open the Death Scythe, then continued sweeping across, directly cutting through the monster's body.

The surroundings fell into silence all of a sudden.

There were no longer any gales or lightning around Black Wing Feather Cultivator's body, and the creature that was at least three hundred meters tall slowly dissipated, as if it had never appeared before.

After the creature had disappeared, the sky once again brightened up.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

As the north wind blew, snow swirled about, as if everything was the same as before.

Zhan Tianming staggered, and was supported by Feng Wushuang who was behind him.

"Phew …" "Phew …"

Zhan Tianming panted lightly. He did not think that using the Nameless Divine Sword at full power would consume so much energy.

That sword strike from before had practically caused him to directly lie prone on the ground.

"Damn it, all of these powerful killing moves will take my life. Once I use them, I will be able to stay in bed for an entire day and night."

Zhan Tianming shook his head.

However, if it was that easy to use a powerful killing move, then it wouldn't be that powerful.

Finally, Zhan Tianming raised his head and looked forward.

Black Wing Feather Cultivator's eyes were wide open and her body was trembling.

The only difference was that previously, he was clearly trembling from having to endure the strange 'creature's' summoning, but now, he had personally witnessed the divine might of Zhan Tianming's sword strike just now.

"No …" No... Impossible... "No …"

Blurred, stuttering voices continuously came out from Black Wing Feather Cultivator's mouth.

Even if he saw it with his own eyes, he still could not believe that Zhan Tianming was that strong!

This kind of strength was already so strong that it defied the heavens! Extremely powerful!

It was absolutely impossible for a One-star Martial Sovereign to possess such a terrifying combat strength. Even a one star Martial Saint might not be able to do this.

Pfft!

Suddenly, a black ghost claw passed through Black Wing Feather Cultivator's chest and grabbed her heart. Then, it slowly pulled back and Black Wing Feather Cultivator's face twisted in pain.

Zhan Tianming and Feng Wushuang's pupils constricted when they saw that, both of them being shocked.

What was going on?