Phantom Thief and King of Isekai

99 The Death Scythe

    Seeing Bei Chenye's pupils changed color, the black-clothed boy smiled evilly, and said, "Is the guy in your body coming out? Haha, then I will try your strength for the father!"

    Speaking, the sickle in his hand slashed horizontally and cut it to Sheng Lingyun. Sheng Lingyun bent back a bit, rubbed the sickle against his abdomen, and Sheng Lingyun avoided the blow dangerously.

    Upon seeing this, the black-clothed boy curled his mouth and smiled: "It's interesting!" Then the sickle in his hand turned a few times above Sheng Lingyun, completely blocking Sheng Lingyun's upper road, and as long as he got up, he would be able to stop him. Cut it down!

    However, Sheng Lingyun did not get up, but slid back flatly, avoiding the attack range of the boy in black. Then, he bounced up from the ground, and then stretched out his fingers and prodded the boy in black with his sword on the chest.

    The black-clothed boy did not evade but rushed forward with the sickle in his hand. When Sheng Lingyun's finger sword was about to touch his chest, his chest suddenly retracted back, so he avoided Sheng Lingyun's blow. At this time, his sickle had already reached Sheng Lingyun's.

    Sheng Lingyun was slightly startled when he saw this, and quickly avoided, jumped a few meters away, then looked at the black-clothed boy, smiled faintly, and said: "So, I still think who you are, I turned out to be another old person. !"

    The black-clothed boy looked at Sheng Lingyun, curled his mouth, and smiled: "You recognized me so soon! You deserve to be the biggest opponent of the father during his lifetime!"

    Sheng Lingyun was startled when he heard the words, and said, "Father? Is it really that man did all this?"

    The black-clothed boy "hehe" smiled, and said, "You guessed it before, just like the father had guessed your identity a long time ago."

    "Yes!" Sheng Lingyun smiled, "It's just that I can't be sure. But now that I see you, I can be sure."

    "Hahahaha!" The black-clothed boy smiled, "Okay, that's the end of the greeting, now it's time for me to take your head off for the emperor!"

    After speaking, he rushed towards Sheng Lingyun again, and the sickle in his hand was also cut down towards Sheng Lingyun's head.

    Sheng Lingyun smiled slightly and said, "My head is not something that is easy to get. If you want to take my head, you must always be ready to surrender your head!"

    While talking, Sheng Lingyun resolved the attack from the black-clothed boy and fought back by looking at the gap in the black-clothed boy's attack.

    Upon seeing this, the black-clothed boy curled his mouth and smiled: "So you guys have been testing me before!"

    "Haha, of course." Sheng Lingyun smiled faintly and said, "My main purpose is not to kill you, but to confirm the identity of the person behind you. Now that the identity of that person is confirmed, I can let go of Hands and feet!"

    With that, Sheng Lingyun's offensive suddenly became fierce, and the black-clothed boy who had the advantage was suddenly turned over by Sheng Lingyun.

    The black-clothed boy brandished his sickle and tried to counterattack while defying Sheng Lingyun's offensive. But Sheng Lingyun didn't give him any chance to fight back at all. The offensive was intensive and rainy, making the boy in black quickly overwhelmed.

    "Humph," Sheng Lingyun sneered and said, "If you want to kill me, I'm afraid it's still tender! Let your father come out!"

    The black-clothed boy curled his mouth and said with a smile: "If the emperor's father appeared so early, the audience would feel very appetites! After all, the last big boss will come out in the end! Now you have not yet seen the emperor's father. , Beat me first before saying these things!"

    After he finished speaking, he jumped, and the sickle slashed downwards, Sheng Lingyun dodged, while aiming at the opportunity to counterattack with his sword.

    "Hey, this set is always meaningless, why don't we have some fun!"

    The black-clothed boy said, he leaped back and jumped a dozen steps away. Then he placed the sickle in front of his chest with both hands, and said, "Take my blow, Sheng Lingyun——"

    After speaking, he threw the sickle into the sky. The sickle was divided into two parts in mid-air, from the original long sickle to a pair of short sickles that were only half the original length. Then, he caught the sickle that was divided into two halves with both hands. The next moment, his sickle was crossed on his chest, a wicked smile appeared on his mouth, he looked at Sheng Lingyun and said loudly—

    "Reaper's sickle—"

    As his words fell, the sickle in his hand carried the wind towards Sheng Lingyun. Upon seeing this, Sheng Lingyun frowned and couldn't help getting serious.

    ——It seems that this kid has made a lot of progress over the years!

    Thinking about this, Sheng Lingyun changed his body shape and chose to avoid his sharp edge temporarily and not to fight against the boy in black.

    "Want to run? No way!" said the black-clothed boy, and chased him towards Sheng Lingyun. In his hands, the two sickles were really like the sickle of life harvesting from the god of death, and there was no grass wherever he went. That pair of sickles is as fast as the wind, and while offensive is fierce, it also contains defensiveness-because the two sickles are waving around the body of the boy in black, his body is also enveloped by this sword dance, no one can take advantage of it. The opportunity to enter.

    When Jiang Zitong, Luo Xiao, and Yue Ling watched the battle, they couldn't help being very worried about Sheng Lingyun.

    They don't know how strong this black-clothed boy is. In short, they can see that Sheng Lingyun is temporarily weak.

    "Uncle, you must hold on!" Yue Ling said to herself in her heart.

    "Your Majesty, we must win!" Jiang Zitong said in his heart.

    "Bei Chenye, you must be safe!" Luo Xiao also secretly said in his heart.

    The Fuling floating in the sky also prayed secretly in her heart, but the content of her prayers was somewhat different from the three of them. What she hopes is that Sheng Lingyun can win, but the black-clothed boy can also be safe. After all, she used to work with the black-clothed boy under the command of "KILLER", and she has always liked the black-clothed boy, if not As a last resort, she didn't want him to have anything.

    However, there was no way to say this thought in her heart, and she was too embarrassed to say it. Because she knows that the black-clothed boy is fighting with fate, if she tells Sheng Lingyun not to hurt the black-clothed boy's life, then Sheng Lingyun will definitely be restrained during the battle, which may cause Sheng Lingyun to lose or even fight. dead. Where can Poria do that?

    So all she can do now is to pray, pray that Sheng Lingyun will win, and pray that both of them will be safe.

    And now, Sheng Lingyun and the boy in black are still fighting each other with all their strength.

    The black-clothed boy's offensive was getting stronger and stronger, but Sheng Lingyun was retreating little by little.

    The sickle of the boy in black is very long, but Sheng Lingyun has no weapon in his hand. The black-clothed boy used the length of the sickle to attack Sheng Lingyun's finger and the sword could not be as short as possible. This tactic was obviously very successful.

    While avoiding the attack of the black-clothed boy, Sheng Lingyun thought in his heart--it seems that the black-clothed boy is not as brave as he seems on the surface, this kid is still somewhat scheming.

    "Very good!" Sheng Lingyun smiled, "That's interesting!"

    ——This was originally what the boy in black had just said, but now it has been "stolen" by Sheng Lingyun, but it fits the current situation quite well.

    And just as soon as he uttered these words, a cold light flashed, and then the black-clothed boy's sickle-tight offensive suddenly had a loophole!

    The boy in black couldn't help being surprised when he saw this. He raised his head and saw that Sheng Lingyun was looking at him with a smile, holding a sharpened wooden stick in his hand--and the sharpened one stuck in Jiang Zitong's waist. The wooden stick was gone for some time.

    Only then did the black-clothed boy understand that Sheng Lingyun had been retreating just now, and he had found the opportunity to get the sharpened wooden stick around Jiang Zitong's waist--that is, what they used as a sword.

    The black-clothed boy curled his mouth and smiled: "Sheng Lingyun, are you finally willing to use the sword?"

    Sheng Lingyun held the wooden stick in his hand, gently stretched out his hand and stroked it for a moment, then raised his head and smiled at the black-clothed boy, and said: "It's been a long time since I touched the sword, I really miss it!"

    The black-clothed boy smiled and said, "Are you ready to take a real shot now?"

    "You're right!" Sheng Lingyun smiled, "If I don't have a sword, I can only use my finger sword to show up to 50% of the skill, and the body of this kid Bei Chenye is different from my body. Relying on his body to use some techniques and other tricks, all the tricks that require too much internal energy can not be used, so even 50% of the skill cannot be used. I am afraid that based on my current internal strength, there will be at most. The strength of the year was about 10%. But if I had a sword and my swordsmanship unfolded, then I would be able to display at least 50 or 60% of the strength of the year!

    As he said, he pointed the sword obliquely at the boy in black and said, "Now, I am going to fight you formally!"

    The black-clothed boy waved the sickle in his hand, curled the corner of his mouth, and smiled: "I can't ask for it!"

    After speaking, he waved the sickle again as before and attacked Sheng Lingyun.

    Upon seeing this, Sheng Lingyun waved the wooden stick in his hand - which is now his "sword" for the time being - towards the black-clothed boy on the opposite side.

    The sickle of the black-clothed boy and the wooden sword in Sheng Lingyun's hand were joined together. The next moment, the two were buried in a tumult of dust.

    Everyone felt dazzled for a while, and they couldn't see exactly what happened. And when the two figures appeared in the eyes of everyone again, and the clamor disappeared, one of them had fallen to the ground.

    ——Needless to say, the one who fell on the ground must be a boy in black.

    "Uncle!"

    "His Majesty!"

    "Mr. Sheng!"

    "Little Black!"

    Yue Ling, Jiang Zitong, Luo Xiao and Fu Ling cried at the same time.

    Sheng Lingyun stood in place with his hands in his hands, raised his head and looked to the sky, his temperament was extraordinary.

    And the black-clothed boy on the side fell to the ground, the sickle fell to the side, the corner of his mouth curled disdainfully, and he let out a squeaking sound from between his teeth.