Super Dragon Evolution - 1042

The black death sickle was only more than five meters long.

Compared to Wen Zilong’s 100-meter-long body, it seemed insignificant.

However, when the death sickle appeared, Wen Zilong’s mind immediately showed some numerical values.

When his eyes saw those Tier 3 wild dragons on the ground, their vitality appeared in his mind.

Their vitality is only 30.

Tier 5 wild dragons, their vitality is 50.

And when his gaze fell on the Aron Azeroth in front of him, his vitality reached more than 1,000.

However, with the appearance of the death sickle, his vitality began to decline.

1030…

1029…

1028…

This value does not fall fast, but it is not too slow.

This death sickle is indeed a perverted weapon.

There is no need to fight with opponents, as long as they are suspended here quietly, the opponent’s vitality will be continuously absorbed by Death Scythe.

However, as Azeroth fled, this value began to decrease more and more slowly.

Wen Zilong sneered, a teleport, and then stood in front of Azeroth.

Azeroth is flying at full speed.

Unexpectedly, he hit Wen Zilong directly.

In Wen Zilong’s mind, Azeroth’s vitality was crazily diminishing at this time.

1018…

1008…

998…

Previously reduced by 1 point each time.

Now the distance between them is almost 0, and it can be reduced by 10 points each time.

This is too abnormal.

Azeroth saw Wen Zilong collided with him unexpectedly, and a huge mental force on him was directly crushing Wen Zilong.

In the mouth, the hideous words roared out:

“I don’t know what it is. Let you see what is the third-order peak mental power.”

Wen Zilong laughed when he heard this.

The mental power instantly counterattacked.

Azeroth only felt that a violent and domineering mental power was crushing toward him.

He was terrified.

Hastily recovered his mental power.

If it is one second later, his mental power will probably be defeated directly and become an idiot.

In panic, he quickly condensed a huge boulder and smashed it at Wen Zilong.

And he turned around again and fled.

However, purple lightning blocked the road in front of him, and he could not escape.

Behind him, Wen Zilong smashed the boulder with one claw.

At the same time, purple lightning blasted on Yalong Azeroth at an incomparable speed.

Along with the continuous attacks of purple lightning, Azeroth’s vitality declined faster.

Every time the purple lightning strikes, Azeroth’s vitality will drop by at least five points.

If there are more, it can even drop more than ten points.

At this time, when I look at it again, the vitality of Aron Azeroth has only more than 600 points left.

He naturally couldn’t see the decline in vitality.

But he could feel that his state was much worse than before.

The speed is also a bit slower, and the power is also less.

The most important thing is the spiritual level.

Because he can obviously feel that he is not Wen Zilong’s opponent.

He fled forward while flapping his wings, while shouting:

“Wen Zilong, do you really think you can kill me today?”

“Tell you, Yalong’s life-saving methods are so many that you can’t even imagine. Besides, I am Yalong one hundred thousand years ago.”

“Even if your strength is better than me?”

“Even if you can beat me temporarily?”

“Can’t kill me, wait for my strength to recover, when the time comes, I will tear you up!”

It’s okay if he didn’t say that, when he said that, Wen Zilong suddenly became angry.

The pile of corpses that were more than 30 meters high and torn in half appeared in my heart.

He was furious.

In his mind, Azeroth’s vitality, under the continuous consumption of purple lightning, only a little more than 500 remained.

530…

520…

510…

500!

At this moment, the god of death on the top of Wen Zilong’s head practiced, instantly exuding a breath of deathly silence.

I am afraid that this kind of breath can only be felt in hell.

This kind of breath, although not ice attributes.

But it made all the dragons and humans feel a chill in their hearts.

The back is cold.

Even Yalong Azeroth’s heart trembled.

Look back.

Seeing Wen Zilong at this time, his right paw had already held the death sickle.

The death sickle grows in the wind at this moment.

From the previous five meters long, it reached more than one thousand meters in an instant.

This thousand meters is enough to make up for the distance between them.

Wenzi Longmu has murderous intent, and his murderous aura is permeated.

The words full of anger roared from his mouth:

“Azeroth, you die for me—”

The next moment, the death sickle drew a semicircle with a radius of one kilometer in the sky.

Azeroth’s body was directly cut into two sections by this semicircle.

Azeroth looked at his broken body in disbelief.

How can this be?

How could his body be cut into two pieces like this?

What about the many magic weapons?

Why didn’t it start?

Moreover, his body is harder than fine gold, so he was cut into two pieces by this ugly black sickle?

Do not……

To death, Azeroth didn’t believe it.

I didn’t believe in my many life-saving cards, and when I was facing life threats, I didn’t even activate any of them.

I don’t even believe that he will die in the hands of a Yalong who has just evolved.

How did he know that this was the passive skill of Death’s Scythe.

Death reaping.

Don’t say you are just a Tier 1 Yalong.

Even if you are a Tier 10 Yalong, your body is already so strong that any weapon at the moment can’t hurt it.

However, as long as your vitality is less than 500.

Still will be killed by the death sickle with a single shot.

This is the overbearing place of Death Harvest!

At this point, Yalong Azeroth was finally beheaded.

At this time, Wen Zilong had rotten flesh on one-third of his body, and bones could be seen directly in many places.

In a pair of eyes more than one meter in diameter, there are no eyeballs.

It’s just black eyes.

In his hand, he held the death sickle that was thousands of meters long.

On the ground, the tenth-tier powerhouses of the more than forty Dragons Temple saw this scene, all of them were terrified.

Some asked for mercy:

“Dragon Emperor, we…we are also forced, please… let us go…”

Some were too scared to say a word.

Yes, turn around and flee.

Wen Zilong sneered.

Their vitality is just over 100.

The death sickle swept across directly.

Strangely, the death sickle swept across the houses and trees near these wild dragons.

But the houses and trees are intact.

Only these wild dragons, Tier 10 wild dragons, were all cut into two sections.

All Tier 10 wild dragons have at least seven or eight life-saving hole cards on each.

However, under the death sickle, no life-saving hole cards were activated.

Wen Zilong, holding the death sickle.

Flapping the tattered wings.

Ascend into the air.

He raised his head and screamed to the sky:

“Wow–wow——–”