The ancient city of the Qing Dynasty was full of people coming and going. -
Suddenly, at this moment, the sky gradually darkened.-
Everyone was confused and reflexively looked up into the sky. They were horrified to find that a huge black mass appeared in the sky, seemingly covering the entire sky.-
Then, a huge figure stood under the black mass, holding a huge scythe tightly with his hands behind his back, eight huge black wings growing on his back, and a cold and intimidating aura surged down.-
Suddenly, everyone in the ancient city of Qing was suppressed by the terrifying aura and fell to the ground. They didn't even have a chance to escape. Some were silently praying to God and crying almost in despair.
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Suddenly, the light from the black mass shone down, and the whole city was suddenly shrouded in black light, and everything was filled with a cold and desperate atmosphere.-
"Beast! That guy appears again!" Zhan Hu's roar, which became rude due to anger, rang out from the deep cave. -
At this time, in addition to Pope Torrey, all the gods were gathering together, and they naturally felt the breath of Oliver, the God of Death.-
Immediately, Zhan Hu no longer hesitated and teleported away first, with the other gods following behind.-
Nowadays, suffering from the war, and then the impending disaster. Despair, complete despair, all the people have a look of death on their faces. -
"Haha! Despair! What I like most is your despair!" Oliver laughed coldly, his voice piercing everyone's spiritual world like a sharp sword. -
However, the strange thing is that Oliver did not take action immediately, as if waiting for something, leisurely volleying and enjoying the desperate cry from the ground.-
Suddenly, at this moment, a figure suddenly flashed out. Zhan Hu was holding his sword tightly and cutting through the air towards Oliver who was standing still. He stabbed the chest with incomparable precision. -
"It's finally here, I've been waiting for you!" Oliver flashed a sinister smile, and the scythe in his hand instantly made a stroke.-
Peng!~ The two blows collided and crushed the space. Between the sparkling stones, Zhan Hu released his left hand and transformed into a fist. It was filled with golden light and filled with shocking power, and it was driven straight into Oliver's abdomen. -
The punch was extremely fast and came in an instant, but when it was within a hair's breadth of Oliver's abdomen, a claw-like hand firmly grasped the fist that Zhan Hu had blasted away.
Zhan Hu's face was full of horror. Not only could he not free his left hand, but his strength was also restrained by a strange force.-
Reluctantly, Zhan Hu immediately slid the long sword in his hand down with the sickle blade to go around him, and then came in front of Oliver. A sharp sword filled with golden light slashed across Oliver's neck. -
Oliver calmly leaned his whole body back. It seemed dangerous, but he easily avoided it. However, the scythe in his hand took advantage of the situation and slashed at Zhan Hu in the middle. -
Zhan Hu's face was cold. He had already expected that Oliver would do this, and he was about to turn his body up. Because his left hand was held, Zhan Hu fell vertically, and the long sword in his hand suddenly changed its position and reversed itself in an instant.
Go up a little, force Oliver's face to the center and charge straight down.-
This sword was so sharp, but Oliver did not show any fear. He dodged to the left and avoided Zhan Hu's sword. He grabbed Zhan Hu's left hand and pulled it down hard.
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Zhan Hu couldn't control himself, and the tyrannical force tore him off, followed by a sharp sickle approaching.-
This blow was so fast that Zhan Hu was not even prepared to attack. Even his body was temporarily controlled by Oliver, and he didn't even have a chance to dodge. -
Ah!~ A scream that shocked Yunxiao, and a drop of blood splashed down from the sky like rain, accompanied by a bloody arm that was still holding the sword tightly. -
However, in Zhan Hu's body, He He is missing a right arm. Although his godhead is not destroyed and his physical body can be reorganized, he still has to endure the pain.-
"I can tell you that there will be a huge difference in realm between the upper gods and the higher gods." Oliver smiled proudly and clasped Zhan Hu's hand. A thick stream of black energy was clearly visible along Zhan Hu's hand.
Tiger's entire arm rushed into Zhan Hu's body.-
Suddenly, Zhan Hu screamed in pain again, struggling desperately, but without any resistance.-
A high-level god was defeated by another high-level god, and the defeat was still very dismal. The gap was really too far. -
Oliver restrained Zhan Hu with one hand and held the scythe tightly with the other. He coldly looked down at the ancient city of Qing that seemed to be trapped in hell: "It's your turn below." -
After saying that, Oliver began to accumulate strength. When the powerful death energy suddenly surged, he raised the scythe with one hand and ignited a strong dark red light.
Suddenly, at the moment when Oliver was still preparing to attack, a huge figure accompanied by a strong momentum, the earth dragon Bertolucci actually hit him from behind: "Let me go, my lord!" -
Oliver smiled coldly, and disappeared strangely with Zhan Hu's figure. Bertolucci, who was too impulsive, jumped into the air and continued to rush forward for a short time.-
At this time, Oliver was already standing on Bertolucci's back without realizing it. In an instant, he concentrated on the scythe and directed a giant dark red arc of light.-
Phew! ~The dark red arc of light shot through the air, and all the space in its path was torn open, and it quickly forced towards Bertolucci's back.-
In the midst of the momentum, Bertolucci suddenly felt a cold wind blowing from behind. He suddenly woke up and twisted his body to the left in a strange way.-
With a whoosh, Bertolucci was still a step too late to dodge. The dark red arc still slightly scratched Bertolucci's back, and then blood spattered. Bertolucci landed in an arc for hundreds of meters before he managed to escape.
Keep your posture steady.-
Oliver suddenly frowned again, as tyrannical forces came from all directions at the same time. It was Nabal and other gods who surrounded and attacked with anger.-
"I don't know whether to live or die, I haven't put you in my eyes yet!" Oliver couldn't help but snorted coldly, a sinister light flashed across his eyes, and the scythe filled with terrifying power in his hand whirled and slashed in a circle.
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So violently, sharp dark red rings of light struck everywhere, and the surrounding space was shattered. -
Nabal and the others were shocked. The terror and sharpness of this blow were completely beyond their expectations. However, one thing made them very clear. They must not fight this blow directly. -
Immediately, they who were on the offensive slowed down their momentum and concentrated on changing their attack into defense.-
There was a bang! The force was like a sea of langs that swallowed up the shattered space. Nabal and other gods were filled with horror and were forced to fly backwards. -
"I don't know what I can do!" Oliver snorted coldly, and the scythe in his hand sank downwards, instantly becoming engulfed in a strong dark red light.-
It was so fierce that Oliver, who had already accumulated enough energy, fell heavily. As he approached the ancient city of Qing, he suddenly said in a deep voice: "Death-god-evil-dream-dark-break-cut!" -
The ultimate move among the five moves of the Death Technique, the power shown in Oliver's hands is so terrifying, it is really like a desperate nightmare, the momentum is suppressed one after another before the attack is launched. -
Suddenly, the houses collapsed one after another, and the ground cracked because it could not bear it. There was a sudden scream of misery and pain. The weaker ones or ordinary people without force had their internal organs and lungs crushed under this force alone.
Even the stronger ones have an extremely difficult time resisting when the ground breaks apart. -
The tragedy was about to happen, and the gods could only get angry and block Oliver's upcoming devastating blow, and they all concentrated their energy and transformed into bodies, blasting away in front of Oliver.-
Oliver simply ignored the long-range attacks of these gods. He swiped the scythe in his hand that had been charged for a long time, instantly shattering the attacks of the gods, and then swung it down with a heavy wave.
In an instant, accompanied by the aura of destruction and a nightmare-like blow, the scythe was swung, and the huge half-moon-shaped dark red light blade ruthlessly cut through the ancient city of Qing.-
With a bang, the dark red blade of light spread out, and the rolling momentum swallowed up the entire ancient Qing city in an instant, swallowing up all the desperate faces.-
A moment ago, it was a prosperous and bustling ancient city of Qing. In the blink of an eye, at this moment, the ancient city of Qing was shrouded in hazy sand, and was moved to the ground in an instant. There was a huge bottomless crack, and everything was lifeless.
Nearly two hundred thousand lives ended unknowingly.-
Oliver seemed to be very satisfied with his masterpiece, smiled coldly, and left silently with the restrained Zhan Hu.-