It has to be said that in Zhou Baopu's opinion, this seemingly chaotic hum is simply the most beautiful movement in the world. This is the song of life that brings life to him. With a sickle in hand, the world can be conquered. Zhou Baopu felt extremely happy. He drew out the black sickle with his backhand and stood up from the ground.
Ouyang Ming couldn't help but be stunned when he saw Zhou Baopu holding the black sickle and giggling. He didn't expect that Zhou Baopu, who seemed to be powerless just now, would actually stand up like this, holding a black sickle with a bowl of herbs, looking at him with a silly smile.
At this time, Zhou Baopu's appearance was really ridiculous. There were a few traces of blood remaining on his cheeks, which were stained across the bridge of his nose. They were traces left by his body rubbing on the ground just now. That crazy look of wanting to laugh out loud but trying his best to hold it back was actually indescribably funny.
But no matter what, Ouyang Ming had to be cautious in his heart. Because that seemingly ordinary black scythe had once brought panic to his soul. The familiar feeling of wanting him to be close to her, the cold power of wanting him to worship her, although it only passed by briefly, Ouyang Ming didn't want to ignore it.
Details determine success or failure, and Ouyang Ming clearly understands this truth. After enduring the humiliation and bearing the burden to this day, Ouyang Ming still wants to continue bearing the humiliation and bearing the burden. If all his previous efforts were wasted and he died in Zhou Baopu's hands, he would not die and still be able to rest in peace no matter what.
After the ecstasy of being resurrected from the dead, Zhou Baopu gradually calmed down. Although I have the black scythe in my hand, I have regained some confidence in my heart. But the opponent is still unknowably powerful, which requires him to put in the greatest effort to kill the opponent instead of being killed by the opponent.
Feeling Zhou Baopu's murderous intention, the curved sickle in Zhou Baopu's hand actually emitted a faint light again. Zhou Baopu pointed the black curved sickle towards Ouyang Ming, and the black light flew away from the sickle, completely covering Ouyang Ming. Zhou Baopu looked stunned, obviously not expecting the black sickle to have such an effect.
Ouyang Ming obviously didn't have time to be as stunned as Zhou Baopu, because when the black light enveloped him, he unexpectedly found that he couldn't move at all. In an instant, Ouyang Ming finally understood Zhou Baopu's situation just now, and an extremely helpless feeling immediately spread throughout his body.
Of course, Zhou Baopu was obviously unaware of Ouyang Ming's situation, because Ouyang Ming had always been very calm. So much so that when Ouyang Ming was shocked, Zhou Baopu thought it was Ouyang Ming's usual reaction and didn't take it to heart.
Being wary of Ouyang Ming, Zhou Baopu leaned down and quickly spread out his skills. He actually rushed towards Ouyang Ming with a black curved sickle. But Ouyang Ming seemed to have not seen Zhou Baopu rushing over, and still stood there motionless.
Zhou Baopu, who was rushing towards Ouyang Ming, suddenly stopped and did not dare to move forward. He mistook Ouyang Ming's reaction as calmness. In Zhou Baopu's consciousness, the calmer the enemy, the more dangerous he is, so he can't help but be more vigilant towards Ouyang Ming.
Ouyang Ming couldn't help but giggle when he saw Zhou Baopu rushing over and then stopping. He seemed stupid, but he was actually smart. How could he not see Zhou Baopu's concerns? In fact, at this time, Ouyang Ming already had the intention to quit, but his body was not under his control.
The black sickle in his hand buzzed again, and Zhou Baopu took a step back, thinking that the black sickle wanted to warn him.
Black Scythe was also feeling aggrieved, thinking that it was really a hindrance to meet such a cautious master, but the enemy that could have been easily dealt with was hesitating so repeatedly. If he hesitated, he might have missed the opportunity. It's a pity that Black Scythe has a spirit but no mouth, so he can't tell Zhou Baopu its thoughts.
After waiting and waiting, there was finally no reaction from Ouyang Ming. Zhou Baopu gained courage, took the black sickle, and cautiously walked towards Ouyang Ming. This is a kind of temptation, but also an adventure. Zhou Baopu moved his steps slowly, walking step by step.
One step, Ouyang Ming didn't respond; two steps, Ouyang Ming still didn't respond; three steps, Ouyang Ming still didn't respond. Zhou Baopu seemed to understand something, and while he was confused, he also had a little hope of winning. At this moment, Ouyang Ming doesn't look like a human being. He looks like a dead thing, a human-like stone statue!
Finally, Zhou Baopu couldn't bear it anymore, so he picked up the sickle and slashed it towards Ouyang Ming's chest.
Because Ouyang Ming was very tall, Zhou Baopu jumped up first and then stabbed Ouyang Ming in the heart. With an unstoppable momentum, Zhou Baopu's black sickle finally reached Ouyang Ming's heart, stabbed it in without any hindrance.
With such a stab, Ouyang Ming's face turned pale. He did not expect that the seemingly inconspicuous black sickle in Zhou Baopu's hand could actually stab him. This was simply unbelievable. He knew how powerful his body was, but he didn't expect to be stabbed open by Zhou Baopu.
The stab went smoothly at first, but then Zhou Baopu felt a strong resistance pouring out of Ouyang Ming's flesh and blood. Zhou Baopu knew that he had stabbed the body of the body refiner. Without strong cultivation, even with a black scythe in hand, it would be difficult to kill the enemy easily.
When Zhou Baopu sighed like this, Ouyang Ming was also itching with hatred. If he hadn't lost control of his body, how could he have allowed Zhou Baopu to poke holes in his body. What's even more disgusting is that Zhou Baopu actually hurt him. Since joining the Bloodthirsty Palace, he hasn't been injured for a long time.
No matter how much Ouyang Ming hated him, there was nothing he could do, because the harm Zhou Baopu had done to him was far more than that.
Although it cannot penetrate Ouyang Ming's body deeply, the sharpness of the black sickle should not be underestimated. Since Zhou Baopu was a head shorter than Ouyang Ming, the black scythe began to move downward from Ouyang Ming's heart. The pain spread, and Ouyang Ming raised his eyebrows, feeling irritated in his heart.
But Ouyang Ming was relieved, knowing that Hei Lian couldn't do anything to him. His body-training skills were already perfect. Even if he stood like this and let Zhou Baopu cut him with a sickle, he still couldn't kill him. After figuring this out, Ouyang Ming felt relieved.
Now, Ouyang Ming only hopes that Zhou Baopu can retreat and let him go.
At this moment, Zhou Baopu was dumbfounded. He didn't expect that there really was a person like Ou Yangming in the world, and he would actually let him slaughter him with a black sickle without moving.