Kowloon pull coffin

Chapter 453 Death God's Army
The death scythe used by Yanhua was a long knife, and it was too late to block Lu Chunyang's sudden killing blow.

There was a loud bang, and the heart guard in the center of the death armor was shattered by Qingsuo sword, and then the sword body was like a broken bamboo, and it was directly inserted into Yuhua's chest.

Yanhua flew upside down, Lu Chunyang held a sword and stuck it in her chest, chasing after her.

Lu Chunyang's divine sword attainment was complete, and the sword energy crazily poured into Yuhua's body along the wound, and the sword energy derived from the supernatural power exploded.

The immortal body of the god of death couldn't bear Lu Chunyang's sword energy entering the body, and the blood and veins in the body were thrown into disorder by the sword energy, and the life force passed away at an accelerated rate.

Yu Hua used her soul energy to repair the wound, but the repair speed of the soul energy was far behind the destruction speed of the sword energy.

Seeing that the vitality was about to disappear, Yanhua gave up fighting against the sword energy, burning his soul, and the light of the death sickle skyrocketed.

Following her loud shout, the death scythe turned into a waning moon in the air, cutting towards Lu Chunyang's upper body.

The body of the god of death can also be repaired with the help of soul energy. It is difficult for Lu Chunyang's sword body to recover, so even if he can directly exhaust the vitality of the god of death, he is not willing to bear the life-threatening blow of the god of death's scythe.

Lu Chunyang drew his sword to block, the Qingsuo sword and the death scythe clashed in the air, the sword energy and the knife gang radiated a devastating energy impact.

Yanhua was seriously injured, but after this encounter, his body flew out like a kite with a broken string.

The man vomited blood repeatedly in the air, knelt down on one knee after landing, and stabilized his figure with the help of the death scythe.

The cloak was draped over her body, and an abnormal blush appeared on her pale cheeks.

The black flames in his eyes also became weaker, like a lonely lamp in a storm.

It's not that the god of death is not strong enough, the main reason is that it has not been long since the eighth Nirvana has been completed, and her body is still unable to adapt to the battle at the level of the strongest Taoist ancestor.

With one move, he lost the opportunity and fell into a disadvantage step by step.

Another point is that after Lu Chunyang turned into a sword, his soul has already merged with his body, and he is not affected by the soul fire of the god of death at all.

"The god of death who has been nirvana eight times is nothing more than that, so vulnerable." Lu Chunyang said with a cold snort.

Yanhua gritted her teeth without saying a word, raised her proud head, and looked at Lu Chunyang calmly.

Soul energy frantically condensed towards her, and the black cloak flew up again.

Immediately afterwards, Hua Hua stood up from the ground again, like an undefeated banner.

Lu Chunyang was not in a hurry to act, he saw the weakness of the god of death.At this time, he was unscathed and his spiritual sense was at its peak, while Yanhua was seriously injured. Even though he could recover from the injury with the help of soul energy, he had already lost his vigor.

When masters compete, the strong get stronger and the weak get weaker. It's like sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat.

After recovering from his injuries for a few minutes, Yuhua cut through the air towards Lu Chunyang with the death scythe in his hand.

"Hehe, looking for death!"

Lu Chunyang rose from the air, and he and Yanhua fought dozens of moves in the air.

The two black and white figures were wrongly connected in the air, and every time the Qingsuo sword and the death scythe collided, it caused space-time turbulence.

Yuhua couldn't control the air for a long time, and the number of moves was not divided, and his figure began to fall.

Seeing this, Lu Chunyang suppressed her and drew out his sword. One sword was faster than the other, and the death armor of the killing man was broken, and his white hair was cut off by the sword energy.

As soon as the figure landed, Lu Chunyang slashed down with a sword from above with the momentum of Mount Tai.

Yanhua blocked with a horizontal knife, and then heard a thunderous roar.

The death scythe was not broken, but the half of the people who were killed by Lu Chunyang's sword were buried in the mountain.

If the body of the god of death is not indestructible, if this sword falls on someone else, even the Taoist body of Tianzun will collapse and disperse immediately.

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 Yuhua who was almost naked, 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.

"Soul fire!"

(End of this chapter)