Black light rippled on the dark sickle body, and blood flowers bloomed on the snow-white sickle blade. Yangming's blood dripped down Zhou Baopu's black sickle onto the rock on the top of the mountain.
Zhou Baopu turned his wrist, put a little more strength on his hand, and stepped towards Ouyang Ming quickly. He wanted to completely cut through the enemy's skin, cut off the opponent's muscles and bones, and finally use the sickle blade that had never let him down to cut through the enemy's heart and kill the man who had already been sentenced to death.
Zhou Baopu's cruelty did not frighten Ouyang Ming, but made him even more crazy.
"Hmph!!!"
Ouyang Ming snorted twice, and quickly retreated behind him. Raising his hips high and lowering his head rapidly, Ouyang Ming barely dodged Zhou Baopu's attack. The sickle blade touched Ouyang Ming's skin dangerously and dangerously, and fell suddenly. Apart from the initial scratch on his skin, it only scratched his front and crotch.
Suddenly he felt his body go cold. Ouyang Ming hurriedly pulled up the waist of his pants and jumped up in the air. His hands quickly tied the torn clothes into a knot with the waistband of his trousers, so Ouyang Ming didn't end up running naked.
However, neither Zhou Baopu nor Ouyang Ming was distracted by this detail.
This is a life and death situation that cannot be ignored.
Zhou Baopu failed to hit a single blow, and his whole body couldn't help but fall forward, driven by inertia.
Ouyang Ming acted upon the opportunity, and his whole body began to rotate at high speed in the air. At the same time, he suddenly stretched out his right foot, using the high-speed rotation to increase the strength of his leg, and kicked Zhou Baopu in the temple.
Mr. Demon is worthy of being Mr. Demon. If this kick is real, even if Zhou Baopu survives, he will probably lose half his life.
If it were Zhou Baopu before, he would definitely not be able to avoid Ouyang Ming's outrageous kick. However, after learning from the monkey's crawling and perfecting the monkey's movement around the world, although Zhou Baopu is not said to be as light as a swallow, his body's flexibility is , it has indeed improved a lot.
Just like now, Zhou Baopu's body seemed to be falling downwards, but he still stood firm and would not fall.
With a chirping sound, the black sickle in Zhou Baopu's hand touched the ground and made a circle on the ground. Zhou Baopu's body did not fall completely because of the support of an inconspicuous black sickle. And after rotating about sixty degrees, it abruptly stopped falling.
Just after Zhou Baopu stopped spinning and falling, Ouyang Ming's fierce kick also reached his side.
Zhou Baopu looked at Ouyang Ming's stretched out long legs with a smile on his face, because he seemed to have seen the goddess of victory waving to him.
A flash of black light flashed, and it was Zhou Baopu who pulled out the black sickle from the ground like lightning.
With the length of Zhou Baopu's arm, it was difficult for him to touch Ouyang Ming with the black sickle in his hand. Zhou Baopu obviously knew this, and he took action even after knowing this, not because he was stupid, but because Zhou Baopu knew that this was a good opportunity for him to hurt the enemy.
The black sickle in Zhou Baopu's hand suddenly flew into the air. It turned out that he was not planning to kill the enemy with the black sickle, but was preparing to throw the black sickle out to kill the enemy.
I have to say that this is a big adventure for Zhou Baopu.
The gap between him and the demon master Ouyang Ming is too big, and the black sickle is almost the only capital for his survival. But now, for the sake of a slim chance of victory, he even threw away this only chance of survival. Zhou Baopu was really betting that his black sickle could cut off Ouyang Ming's right leg.
Seeing Zhou Baopu's body stop falling, Ouyang Ming's eyes flashed with surprise, but he calmed down immediately. But when he saw Zhou Baopu throwing the black sickle out and slashing at his right leg, Ouyang Ming couldn't calm down anymore.
First of all, he has tasted the strangeness of the black scythe and clearly knows that the black scythe can bring him danger.
Secondly, he did not expect that Zhou Baopu would dare to gamble with his only support in order to win.
Thirdly, since he had no leverage in the air, it was difficult for him to change the forward direction of his legs and body.
If this continues, he might actually win the bet from Zhou Baopu.
However, this is what Ouyang Ming never wants to see, because he clearly knows that this is a life and death bet. Zhou Baopu's victory might mean his demise. Originally, he didn't think Zhou Baopu was worth his while, but only now did he realize that Zhou Baopu was somewhat interesting.
Ouyang Ming thought that if they were not in a hostile relationship, maybe he could become friends with Zhou Baopu. He likes to take risks and risk his own life. He felt that it was almost exactly the same as Zhou Baopu. But he knew that when he attacked Zhou Baopu, they were destined not to be friends, but only enemies.
A killer, whether he is a killer or not, as long as he wants to kill someone now, cannot be distracted, especially in a life-or-death moment.
However, even the cold-blooded Demon Master is still a human being after all. People will have feelings, and if they have feelings, they will have weaknesses. The exposure of weaknesses means personal danger. This is especially true on the journey of refining blood. If you are not careful, you will step into a point where you will never recover and your body will be shattered into pieces.
Zhou Baopu's black sickle did not cut off Ouyang Ming's right leg, but it did not fail either. Instead, it cut deeply.
Ouyang Ming looked at the black sickle that was about two inches deep in his right calf, as if nothing happened, and then looked at Zhou Baopu with disdain, as if he was laughing at Zhou Baopu. Yes, how could you not laugh at it? Maybe in his eyes, Zhou Baopu was just like "a small earthworm shaking a big tree, ridiculous and overconfident".
Even if Zhou Baopu's black sickle struck his right calf, what would happen?
The black scythe without blood energy could not break his hardened body. Although the black sickle struck him, he believed that nothing would happen to him. But Zhou Baopu is different without the black sickle. Losing his weapon means losing his support. Without support, it seems that there is only a dead end in the situation of great disparity in strength.
However, Zhou Baopu smiled. Although Black Scythe did not cut off Ouyang Ming's right leg, Zhou Baopu was already content.
The reason why he is contented is because he understands Black Scythe. He knew he was a lunatic, but compared to Black Scythe, he couldn't be more normal. Because Black Scythe is crazier than him, as long as it bites something, as long as it sticks to the blood, it will never let go if it doesn't absorb the opponent's essence and blood.
When he injured Ouyang Ming's abdomen just now, Black Scythe did not follow Ouyang Ming for blood. That was because the time was too short for Black Scythe to adjust his state and explode with power. However, it was different now. The time Ouyang Ming despised Zhou Baopu was enough for Black Scythe to show off his power.
Black Scythe buzzed with excitement like a hungry wolf seeing a weak sheep.
Ouyang Ming thought bees were coming from somewhere. After looking around and finding nothing unusual, he finally turned his attention to the black sickle inserted into his right calf.
Blood streaks flashed on the pale sickle blade, flowing down Ouyang Ming's calves and towards the dark body of the sickle. Once the bright red bloodshot touched the dark body of the sickle, it seemed like clear water dripping into the sea, and it suddenly disappeared. In an instant, more bloodshot threads gradually covered the snow-white scythe blade, quickly disappearing towards the dark scythe body.
Seeing this strange situation suddenly, even though the Demon Master was well-informed, he couldn't help but feel horrified.
At this time, Ouyang Ming finally realized that he was wrong, and that his mistake was not unfair at all. In normal times, if you want to deal with an enemy, as cautious as he is, you will first find out all the information about the enemy. Including the enemy's martial arts skills, the enemy's ultimate move, the enemy's level, the enemy's weapons, etc.
But this time he didn't do that because he felt that the person he was going to deal with was very different from him. In his opinion, such a gap could not be filled in any case, so he was so confident that he started to take action without any scruples without making any preparations.
With his heart racing, Ouyang Ming had no time to regret, but turned his attention to Zhou Baopu. He wanted to see the enemy's reaction in order to better determine his current situation.
During this period, Zhou Baopu had already finished his work and was slapping his legs, as if he was preparing to watch something exciting.
Ouyang Ming's face couldn't help but darken. The more relaxed Zhou Baopu showed, the more dangerous his situation was.
This strange black sickle, just in the flash of lightning that he was thinking about, already made him feel a little weak in energy and blood.
Ouyang Ming was even more horrified. This was nothing special. You must know that Ou Yangming had never felt like this since he embarked on the journey of refining blood. This made him feel uncomfortable and dangerous at the same time. While feeling horrified, Ouyang Ming also started to take action.
Grasping the handle of the black sickle, Ouyang Ming desperately wanted to pull out this evil black sickle from his body.
However, the black scythe, which has absorbed a large amount of blood energy, is not so easy to deal with. As if sensing Ouyang Ming's intention, when Ouyang Ming's right hand grasped the handle of the black sickle, the black sickle began to twitch violently.
As the black scythe twitched, more blood began to gather towards the body of the scythe, and soon the entire body of the scythe turned bright red.
Ouyang Ming finally couldn't pull out the black scythe, and the harder he tried, the faster the black scythe absorbed his blood.
Ouyang Ming, who had never encountered such a situation before, was really panicked this time and became helpless. Due to excessive blood loss in his body, Ouyang Ming's mind began to become unclear. His eyes began to wander, his spirit began to slump, and Ouyang Ming was about to fall into coma under the black scythe's plundering blood energy.
Just when Ouyang Ming was about to fall into coma, a mass of black energy emerged from his blood sea, followed his meridians directly to his brain, and gradually spread in his brain.
The black air filled the air and gradually formed a line of words. As soon as the line of words was formed, it rushed towards his ears and suddenly stuck to his two eardrums from the inside.