Reaper's Wings

The closer he was to death, the calmer his mind became. This good habit developed in the previous life was retained by Song Dong in this life.

When people are close to death, they always feel that the time is very slow. This means that the human thinking time is dozens of times slower than the actual physical time, or even higher. At this time, the human brain is running at a high speed, and people can often think of something. It's memories, some people can even see the future, but Song Dong is thinking about how to avoid this fatal sword.

One by one method emerged in his mind, and was vetoed by Song Dong. Song Dong's head started to smoke like an overloaded machine, and the last idea gradually became clear, and it was this!

In the ruthless eyes of this great martial artist, Song Dong started to move, neither backwards nor to the sides to avoid, he actually leaned forward, a trace of surprise appeared in his ruthless eyes.

During the lightning flash, the great martial artist didn't react at all, his sword still moved forward according to the established direction, but the sword that originally pierced Song Dong's throat changed because of Song Dong's active approach.

The position of the sword was slightly higher, or Song Dong leaned forward to make his body lower, and the throat facing Song Dong became facing his mouth.

Just when the handle was about to go straight into Song Dong's mouth, he used all his strength and spirit to make a second movement, turning his head, although such a short distance could not make Song Dong completely turn his head, But it saved him from fatal danger.

The tip of the sword entered from the mouth and pierced through Song Dong's left cheek!

bass!

A big mouth was pierced on Song Dong's left face, and blood seeped out quickly, as if another mouth had been opened on Song Dong's left face!

Great Martial Master Xiqin was a little surprised, a little surprised by this young man's wit, and also a little surprised by this young man's determination, but what's the matter, as long as I make another sword strike, your life will still be mine, even if you escape this fatal blow... What's the use of a sword.

Great Martial Master Xiqin thought well, as long as he made another sword move, or moved his sword to the right, Song Dong would definitely die!

So Song Dong can't let him make a second sword!

Almost at the same time that the tip of the sword pierced through Song Dong, a giant man stood between the two of them.

The super giant who was raging in another direction just now appeared accurately between the two of them at the next moment. He is also a great martial artist, but of course he didn't have such a speed. the result of.

In the eyes of others, this super giant appeared between the two of them like a teleportation.

"how is this possible!"

Great Martial Master Xiqin uttered a voice in disbelief. He couldn't believe his eyes when he saw the sudden appearance of this giant man. He was clearly still on the other side just now, so he probably didn't have time to come here.

"what!"

Immediately afterwards, the Great Martial Master of the Western Qin Dynasty began to cry out in pain. The giant man's two palms had firmly grasped his sword-holding arm, one hand grasped the wrist, and the other grasped the forearm, preventing him from Move an inch.

Because the great martial artist of the Western Qin Dynasty was at the same level as the fierce blood guard, Song Dong asked him to grab his sword-holding arm with both hands just to be on the safe side, and naturally one arm outside the great martial artist would be free. .

Click!Click!

Two sounds of bone shattering sounded, and the Great Martial Master of West Qin almost reflexively punched the fierce male blood guard.

The martial master has been able to use the vitality of heaven and earth initially, and the great martial artist can make good use of the vitality of heaven and earth, and this fist of the great martial artist of the Western Qin Dynasty is exerting all his strength under pain, and its power can be imagined.

The fierce blood guard received this punch in the chest, and his body shook, knocking Song Dong straight behind him, and Song Dong's left face slid out from the sword that pierced him.

puff!

Although he was not directly affected by the force, the huge gap of two levels between the great warrior and the great martial artist still caused Song Dong to churn in his body and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Drawing an arc in the air, Song Dong landed heavily on the ground.

"Let go, let go, let me go!"

Bang bang bang!

The Great Martial Master of West Qin punched the fierce blood guard, but the blood guard couldn't let go of his clenched arms no matter what.

The Great Martial Master of the Western Qin Dynasty looked at the giant man in front of him with some fear. He had already punched a dent in the chest of this giant man, but he didn't change at all. He just looked at him straight, couldn't he? Do you know pain, do you not know death?

Suddenly his waving hand stopped.

At some point, an identical bald-headed giant appeared behind him, and he grabbed his fist from behind.

Bang!

At this moment, the two giants pushed forward at the same time, and the Great Martial Master of the Western Qin Dynasty was caught in it like a meat sandwich. The terrifying impact made the blood of the Great Martial Master of the Western Qin Dynasty look like a fountain Just like squirting from the mouth.

He felt like he was being crushed.

"It feels good, I accept your life."

Turning his head with the best of his strength, he saw that the boy who was almost stabbed to death by him had come to his side, and a dagger was swung towards his throat.

Great Martial Master of the Western Qin Dynasty, die!

"The death energy of the Great Martial Master is really abundant, and finally reached the Martial Master."

Boom, the aura in Song Dong's body rose suddenly, but then stopped abruptly. Song Dong, who had just been promoted to the rank of martial artist, felt nothing before coming, and passed out due to serious injuries.

The moment he fell, a young man with a long gun hugged him.

From the appearance of the great martial artist to Song Dong's fall, all of this happened within a few short breaths. Before everyone could react, everything was over.

Even except for Zhao Yanting, no one knew that this comatose young man was already a martial artist.

"Kill them all and leave none of them!"

An icy voice came from Zhao Yanting's mouth, and the two hunks of blood guards rushed around like wind, with countless arms and limbs broken.

The comatose Song Dong didn't know that since he joined the battlefield, Death Scythe had been watching him calmly, even when the great martial artist appeared, he didn't have the slightest expression.

After Song Dong fell into a coma, he said, "Yi, the heir you chose is not bad, he is qualified. Some of my functions can be properly opened to him."

At this time, on Song Dong's chest, the death scythe tattoo came to life, and from the iron chain at its tail, a jet of black gas swam along his skin towards Song Dong's cracked left face, The horrible wound on Song Dong's left face began to show deadly black air. Under the action of this black air, Song Dong's left face soon recovered as if it had never been injured before, and then the dead air returned again. On the iron chain at the tail of the death sickle.

But the black air returning to the iron chain did not disappear, it came to the tail of the iron chain, and then like a plant taking root, this black air slowly took root from Song Dong's chest to the iron chain at the end of the death scythe In his heart, the black air disappeared without a trace in Song Dong's heart, and the iron chain was serially connected with his heart.

It's just this bright red heart, which has darkened a bit, although it's not so obvious yet!

During the appearance of this black energy, the entire gray energy circulation in Song Dong's body was in a state of stagnation, as if he was a commoner bowing to his king. When the black energy disappeared, the energy circulation began again.

……

Song Dong, who was in a coma, felt a chest tightness rising in his heart. He felt that he wanted to retch but was unable to retch. Suddenly he felt his back was pushed back by a burst of vitality.

puff!

A stream of black blood spat out from Song Dong's mouth, and he also opened his eyes.

"Song Dong is awake!"

Just after waking up, Song Dong heard Zhao Yanting's relationship voice in his ear, and casually wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Song Dong smiled at Zhao Yanting, then turned to the back and said, "Thank you, Uncle Zhang Qing!"

"Originally, I promised Wang Dong to protect you. It was my fault for hurting you this time. Thank you. It's best if you're fine." After Zhang Qing spit out a mouthful of black blood, Song Dong's expression was slow Slowly returning to normal, he let out a long breath and said, "You talk to Young Master Yan Ting, I'll go over there and have a look."

After Zhang Qing left, Song Dong began to look around.

Most of the trees in the mountains and forests will wither in winter, waiting for the next spring to bloom and regenerate, but there are also some plants that stand proud of the cold, and pines and cypresses are one of them.

Now they are located on a mountainside, and there are three pines and cypresses growing out of the cracks in the cliff between the cracks on the mountainside. After many years of growth, these three pines and cypresses are as thick as several people hugging, and Their growth unexpectedly squeezed out a small piece of relatively gentle stone platform from the mountainside, and now they are on this stone platform.

And Song Dong and Zhao Yanting are now at the innermost part of this stone platform. In front of him and on the branches of three huge pines and cypresses are lying comrades in arms. Song Dong can see at a glance that there are only more than 70 people in total.

"Is there only so many people!"

Song Dong didn't question but sighed, but Zhao Yanting beside him still replied: "Yes!"

There was a bit of sadness in the tone, and Song Dong felt a pain in his heart. He was the god of death to the enemy, but the god of death was also heartbroken to see his comrades die.

"It's good to be alive." Song Dong sighed and said, "By the way, how long have I been in a coma."

"It's been three hours."

"No wonder Tianshui is so dark."

Heaving a sigh of relief again, Song Dong looked at Zhao Yanting and said, "I recruited that savage blood guard back in advance, and the messengers who went to deliver the message should not have been killed."

At the beginning of the battle, the two had already agreed that each would bring a macho blood guard, one would join the battlefield, and the other would cooperate to kill those who corresponded. When Song Dong was in danger, the one who followed Zhao Yanting The macho blood guard was also recruited back.

"You were so dangerous at the time, so you must be recalled." Zhao Yanting replied immediately: "Although the signal soldiers were killed, the two signal dogs escaped."

"Oh, I hope they don't encounter any large forces. By the way, who found this place, it should be difficult to find it from the bottom of the mountain."

"It's Uncle Zhang Qing, and this place is already far away from where we fought. We also cleared up the traces along the way. Even if the two communication dogs find the main force, it will be difficult to find this place." Zhao Yanting looked strangely He glanced at Song Dong and said, "Then I found that your internal organs were injured, so I used my vitality to force out the necrotic blood."

Song Dong nodded to show that he knew.

Suddenly Zhao Yanting said in his mind through the blood-e skull body: "How is the injury on your face?"

By the way, I remember that I was stabbed on the left side of my face before I fell into a coma. Zhao Yanting almost forgot about this incident without mentioning it, and immediately touched his intact left side. forget.

Only the Death Scythe can do this, and before he asked a question, the voice of the Death Scythe emerged in his mind.

"Little Song Dong, hurry up and become stronger. I don't want to help you erase other people's memories every time you use up the macho blood guard. Although I am a professional, it takes a lot of energy."