C27 Killer Death

The three of them went out to extort him. Right now, he was living in the lobby of the Fragrance Incense Restaurant, quietly tasting the tail of the Illusory Dream Chicken, smiling leisurely.

Ling Batian was already a frequent customer, and the people who often came here to drink did not find it strange either.

Today, it was a rare occasion for the storyteller to be absent.

The lobby was not small either. There were more than 20 tables and chairs, and there were fifty to sixty people in the hall. Maybe it was an extraordinary period, and the normal customers who came here to drink wine often had disappeared. The people who drank wine here were the people in the Jianghu and the Blade Masters and Swordsmen.

The East Sun City was becoming more and more lively. There were more than a thousand people in the Jianghu people from all over the world, and among them, there were a lot of sects and martial artists.

When the people in the Jianghu gathered together, they would drink and chat. They would talk about the martial arts world and the martial arts world.

"You guys might not know, but another group of people entered the auction house last night to steal Celestial Devil Zither s!" A thin yellow-faced man with shifty eyes whispered to his companions who were sitting at the same table.

Although her voice was soft, the people in the hall were all experts in the martial arts world. Even in the busy city, they could clearly hear her voice. Although Ling Batian did not have much of an ear for harm, the mysterious Spiritual Power had already enveloped the entire restaurant, allowing him to clearly see every single movement in the restaurant.

Hearing Xiaosu's report, the bustling restaurant immediately quietened down as everyone listened attentively to what she had to say.

Xiao Si glanced around proudly and said in a low voice, "I have a friend working in the auction house. He secretly leaked this information to me."

It is said that there is an Innate Expert of Human Level inside. Fortunately, in order to prepare for this auction, the Nine Dragon Sect sent out three Innate Innate Expert s and eighteen first-rate experts. Furthermore, there is a mysterious force assisting them.

"Think about it, what kind of powerful force is this? However, that group of Black-clothed Man is not weak either, to actually fight Treasure-gathering Auction House to the death with each other, and ultimately left. "

"…"

Everyone had heard too much about this. Every night, there would be a few overconfident people in the Jianghu who would enter the Treasure-gathering Auction House and rob openly or secretly, but they would all return empty-handed.

Every night, Treasure-gathering Auction House was used to shouting "kill the enemy," and the people who lived next to him were all panicking and did not dare to stay. They had to drag their families along with them and escape from this place, afraid that there might be fish in the pond.

In the current East Sun City, not only were there rich and powerful beings, there were also people in the Jianghu s and soldiers who were patrolling everywhere. The entire city was suffused with a murderous aura.

Ling Batian walked out of the restaurant and onto the main street. The current East Sun City was much more desolate than it was in the past, and the pedestrians on the street were also sparse. The streets no longer had the cleanliness of commoners.

Ling Batian walked on the street with a relaxed expression. No matter what? None of this had anything to do with him. It was as if he was a passerby, watching everything, watching this extremely dangerous martial arts world.

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed as he stopped. His eyes were slightly open as he stared forward.

A wind suddenly appeared out of nowhere on the whole street. The people on the street could not help but shrink back. Was this the wind? No, no, this was killing intent! This was killing intent that had gathered from killing countless people!

However, within this killing intent, there was an indescribable aura … It seemed sad, yet lonely!

Killing intent surged towards Ling Batian in waves, bringing with it a gust of wind that rolled up Ling Batian's sleeves and curly hair. Ling Batian's eyes were slightly closed, and he thought to himself: A person without life.

Yes, he was already dead. Ten years ago, he was already dead. He came from hell, so he was — Death!

"Ta, ta, ta …"

The sound of footsteps echoed in the quiet street.

Who is he? He had white hair, black clothes, steel shoes, Moon Sickle s, and a silver mask. It carried a cold killing intent, a bloodthirsty aura, and a dead heart.

He lowered his head and bent his back, appearing extremely dispirited. Step by step, he entered people's line of sight, and then, he stopped 30 meters away from Ling Batian.

"Death God, do your job. All bystanders, scram!" The grim reaper lowered his head and said coldly.

"Ah …" Yes... Is it death … It's Death! " A people in the Jianghu looked at him with a pale face, and his whole body couldn't help but tremble.

When the rest of the people heard this name, they immediately began to tremble like that person and hastily scrambled away from this place.

On the street, killing intent filled the air. Death God still had his head lowered, his waist bent, and the Moon Sickle on his back shone with a cold light.

Ling Batian had a faint smile on his face. I wonder what the danger is? Facing this "Death God", he felt a sense of danger, Ling Batian couldn't help but miss him.

Suddenly, the corner of Ling Batian's mouth changed into a cold smile. His slightly puckered eyes were filled with a gaze even colder than the Death God's gaze. That terrifying, Pang Bo's killing intent was released in all directions.

The light in the sky could not help but sink. The Death God suddenly raised his head and looked at Ling Batian expressionlessly. He did not expect that this outsider, the person he was going to kill this time, would have such a strong killing intent!

Even though he was unable to kill anyone, and his heart was icy to the extreme, he still couldn't help but feel a wave of fear in his heart.

This person was very dangerous!

He slowly pulled out the Moon Sickle on his back, the long Moon Sickle shone with a cold light. The Moon Sickle was actually two meters long, with two crescent-shaped blades at the sides, it looked like a moon.

Death, should have been the ghost of the night, but today, he appeared during the day. Why is that? The god of death was too arrogant. He believed that in order to kill someone without any fame, there was no need to wait until nightfall. He could not wait any longer.

"Assassins shouldn't appear in broad daylight!"

"Assassins shouldn't appear in front of the enemy in broad daylight!"

Ling Batian said coldly.

"So, today you are destined to fail!"

The God of Death seemed unwilling to say more, he brandished the Moon Sickle and Pang Bo's imposing aura blossomed, instantly causing sand and stones to fly through the streets. The Moon Sickle turned into a black line, chopping towards Ling Batian.

With every step he took, the stone slabs on the ground were instantly shattered. With each step he took, his aura became more and more powerful.

Ling Batian's Spiritual Power had already locked onto it, every movement of his was seen by Ling Batian, the moment he moved, Ling Batian already made a defensive reaction, three instantaneous water type defense spell 'Water Protection' instantly activated, and at the same time, he activated his Soaring Technique, causing the Magic Staff to appear in his hands.

"Fire Dragon!" With a wave of the Magic Staff, an intermediate fire dragon immediately erupted from the Magic Staff, rushing towards the incoming Death God.

"Shua!" Although the Death God was surprised by Ling Batian's attack, he did not fear it. The Death God Moon Sickle drew a silver line and the Fire Dragon was instantly cut into two halves by the Scythe, turning it into specks of light and disappearing.

However, at this moment, Ling Batian had already flown up to ten meters in the air.

Death God used a force from both his feet and turned into a ray of light, flying high into the sky. He was actually on the same level as Ling Batian in an instant.

The sound of air being torn apart could be heard as a large group of Wind Blade's hands shot out. Perhaps this type of low level magic that could constantly be cast in the blink of an eye could truly be used to resist for a short period of time.

"Clang …" The sound of metal colliding rang out and the Death God danced out a silver light, turning a large area of attack into nothingness. His foot grazed the other foot and forcefully lifted himself up into the air, without any support, causing his body to rise a few meters into the air, instantly surpassing Ling Batian.

Ling Batian was shocked. There were countless absolute skills in this martial world. As a man from another world, if he couldn't think of a way to restrain their speed, then he might have died under someone else's sword.

"Kill!" The God of Death raised his sickle, his silver mask was cold, his words were cold, and his eyes were even colder!

Immediately, the Death God brought the Moon Sickle of the Death God along with him as he transformed into a crescent moon of light, bringing with him an unstoppable force. He descended from the sky, wanting to hack Ling Batian into two halves.

Pang Bo's fierce aura attacked Ling Batian wave after wave. The Death God's Shining Strike struck Ling Batian's heart. He only felt that it was fast. That move was shockingly fast. He never knew how a person could be this fast.

He was unable to react fast enough. He could only instinctively have more than ten mid-rank defensive spells of various elements added on his body.

Swish! Waves of whistling sounds rang out. Ling Batian only felt his body become stronger and stronger as each wave of strength became stronger. He knew that his defensive magic had been broken by the attacks and he was falling towards the ground at a high speed.

That was the move of Feng Li Lei Xing!

A dazzling light flashed!

Death was smiling. Every time he killed someone, he would smile. In the martial world, the god of death never smiled, but that was because those who had seen him smile were all dead.

He thought that Ling Batian was dead!

But was that really the case?

"Soul Whip!" In the nick of time, Ling Batian used the Intermediate Dead Spirit Magic. The gigantic Spiritual Power turned into a sharp arrow and shot into the soul of the Death God.

"Ah …" Without the attack from the Death God's Grimoire, Ling Batian was immediately relieved. At this moment, he was still more than two meters away from the ground, and there were only three layers of magical defenses left. He could not help but secretly sigh in relief as he activated the Soaring Sky Technique once again, barely avoiding the danger of falling to the ground.

"Bang!" Clang! The sound of metal clanging against metal rang out as the Death God heavily smashed into the ground. The Death God Moon Sickle was one meter away from him.

The Death God suddenly flipped over, grabbed the Death God Moon Sickle, and charged towards Ling Batian once again.