Chapter 595 Death God's Scythe

rumbling...

There were bursts of thunder and lightning, and it was going to rain.

Under the sky, between the heaven and the earth, there is a murderous atmosphere, this is destined to be an extraordinary night!

Bang, bang, bang,...

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa...

The sound of heavy footsteps and chains intertwined, crisp and piercing, extremely penetrating, as if the notes of death were echoing.

This is a secluded place in the wilderness, sparsely populated, and at the moment of lightning, a tall figure can be seen walking alone on the road. He was wearing a black cloak that covered his whole body, making it impossible to see his true face clearly.

Behind him was a large iron box, which looked very heavy, and the sound of rattling iron chains came from it.

"Hey buddy, want a ride?"

Suddenly a car stopped beside him, and a young man with yellow hair poked his head out of the car window and asked kindly.

As if he didn't see it, he ignored all the reasoning, his eyes didn't squint, and he still walked his own way.

"What's in your box? Couldn't it be gold and silver treasures?" The yellow-haired young man smiled and asked again.

He seemed to be immersed in his own world, and he still didn't respond.

"Fuck!" The yellow-haired young man cursed secretly, and drove away.

But soon, he came back again, and three cars stopped in front, blocking the whole road. The car lights were all turned on high beams, which was extremely dazzling, and a small area of ​​the world was as bright as daylight, all shining on the man in the cloak.

Sporadic light rain fell, it started to rain, the wind became much stronger, and the killing atmosphere between the heaven and the earth became stronger.

There were people blocking the way ahead, but the man in the cloak ignored them and continued on his way.

"Stop!" The yellow-haired young man shouted to him just now, his eyes were sharp and his attitude was very arrogant.

A group of more than ten people swarmed up, holding sticks or knives in their hands, and surrounded him.

"What's in the box, open it for us to see." A tattooed girl scolded, chewing gum in her mouth, swinging a baseball bat in her hand, looking like a little girl.

The man in the cloak was unmoved, wearing a skull mask under the cloak, eye-catching and lifelike, very scary, his two eyes were extremely bright, glowing a blood red color.

Ordinary people would definitely be frightened, but this group of desperadoes are so numerous and powerful, they are daring and fearless.

"Playing spy? Fuck!"

"What's the point of talking to him, there must be a treasure in the box, grab it."

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The desperadoes are ruthless, sharpening their knives, and eager to try, they are about to strike.

Boom!

The man in the cloak let go of his hand, and the big iron box on his back fell to the ground. There was a loud noise, the ground shook, and a big hole was smashed out.

The desperadoes were overjoyed, the box was so heavy, there must be treasures inside, the dense ones, such as gold.

"Don't dawdle, open it quickly, or I will kill you!"

Several sharp daggers were at the tip of the cloak man's throat, ready to deal him a fatal blow at any time.

Click!

The iron box was opened, and there was no gold, silver or jewelry inside. There was only a large iron chain and a surprisingly large sickle. The whole body was pitch black, with a strange black light flowing, as if it was made of tungsten steel.

The scythe was very sharp, with a bloody glint on the edge, and a murderous look, clearly a peerless weapon.

"What the hell?"

Everyone was horrified.

"Reaper spy? You still play the full set, even the props are so realistic."

A daring desperado stretched out his hand to grab the handle of the sickle, wanting to pick it up to have a look, but he exerted all his strength, but the sickle did not move at all.

"Made, why is it so heavy?"

"Are you kidding, can't lift such a little thing? Let me try."

Someone else tried their skills, and the sickle was too heavy, like a mountain, and they couldn't lift it at all.

At this time, the desperadoes finally realized that something was wrong. The man in the cloak in front of him was by no means an ordinary person, he must be a ruthless character.

"Back! Quick!" someone shouted.

A group of people scattered and got into the car one after another, ready to run.

At this time, the man in the cloak finally spoke out, "Come out, or I will kill them all."

His voice is thick and hoarse, but very penetrating. The desperadoes were all shaken, as if a thousand arrows were piercing their hearts.

huh huh...

The sickle was picked up by the man in the cloak, and a large iron chain was attached to the handle of the sickle, making a rattling sound.

Holding a sickle in one hand, he pointed at Gao Tian obliquely, and slowly exerted force in his hand, his whole body was protruding, like a big dragon lying on his back, giving people the ultimate sense of strength, the air around his body fluctuated when his muscles trembled, A wave of air was shaken.

boom!

Suddenly, above the sickle, a bloody light burst out, soaring into the sky.

The world is even more chilling!

The desperadoes are going to freak out.

"Who is he talking to?"

"I don't know, is there anyone else in the dark?"

"Fuck him, he said he wanted to kill us all, run away quickly, without stopping."

"Kill him. I don't believe he's really Death."

"If he is the god of death, we are the god of death among the gods of death!"

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The man in the cloak did not receive a response, and then he became angry.

A car was the first to start, accelerated violently, and rammed directly into it.

The man in the big cloak stood in the middle of the road without dodging or evading, with the sickle raised in his hand, pointing obliquely at the sky.

"Hahaha, hit him to death!" Someone in the car shouted.

"Pretend to be your sister, and be careful not to be struck by lightning."

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The desperadoes were very arrogant, thinking they were sure of the man in the cloak. But when the sickle fell, all of them were dumbfounded.

Clang!

A blood light surged out from the blade of the sickle, and turned into a red sword, like a sky knife, slashing down obliquely, with unparalleled sharpness, tearing apart the void and splitting the earth.

The oncoming car was split in half diagonally like tofu.

This knife was grasped just right, not only splitting the car, but also beheading all the people in the car. The bald man driving the car was decapitated, and the tattooed girl on the passenger seat was cut in half. The people in the back row were also broken in two. The sky was filled with blood and water, and it was a miserable scene.

Seeing this, the remaining two cars hastily shifted to reverse gear and retreated quickly.

boom!

The man in the cloak shook his arm, the iron chain swept across, and the sickle danced in the air, turning into a wheel saw.

The two cars that retreated were very sad, and one was chopped up and almost torn apart. The other one was swept away, hooked by the scythe like a kite, and danced in the air.

"Aren't you coming out yet?"

The man in the cloak shouted angrily.

He looked for a direction, his arm shook violently, and the sickle turned into a meteor hammer, and he slammed it over.

In the blink of an eye, a figure rushed out.

The car hooked by the sickle fell to the ground like a meteor, turning into a pool of discus, and suddenly caught fire again, falling into a sea of ​​flames, and all the people inside were turned into fly ash.

In just a short moment, more than a dozen desperadoes all died, like a mustard.

But there was one more person in the field, a handsome young man with a bright smile on his face, admiring the brutal behavior of the man in the cloak.

"If you just retreat, I will spare you! Or, if you obey me, I can teach you shocking martial arts!"

Ye Tian stood there with his hands behind his back, his aura didn't burst out, but he had a domineering aura of being the only one who is superior to me.

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