Although Chen Zhao kept saying respect for the sickle.

But Yan Dao did not feel any respect from Chen Zhao's words or attitudes.

That frivolous tone and that casual look, I don’t express my respect for myself.

Maybe he doesn't know himself at all.

This annoyed the sickle.

The sickle's figure is as erratic as a ghost.

Sometimes it appears in front of Chen Zhao, sometimes it flashes behind Chen Zhao.

The death scythe in his hand was also waving gently, tearing the air.

It seems that this can bring a sense of oppression to Chen Zhao.

Chen Zhao grabbed his hair and said with a little distress: "Brother, you are like a resentful spirit. You don't treat me like an ordinary person, right? Can we just click it directly? You slashed it with a sickle, and then I snatched you slashing, then turned around and punched you so hard that even your mother couldn't recognize you. How do you look at this plot?"

The sickle's face turned black and he slashed behind Chen Zhao regardless of everything.

This time Chen Zhao did not hide and let the God of Death slash his body with the sickle.

clang—

The God of Death Scythe splashed a spark on Chen Zhao's body, but Chen Zhao was unscathed.

Just as the sickle was shocked, Chen Zhao raised his fist and punched the sickle in the face.

But this punch failed...

To be precise, it should be through the sickle's face.

“Huh?”

“Huh?”

Chen Zhao and the sickle each retreated more than ten meters away, and both showed surprise.

This feeling is the same as when facing Lao Hei, without any substantial touch or spiritual feeling.

The sickle was also surprised. The sickle was not only targeting the body, but also posing a fatal threat to the soul.

But the death scythe in his hand actually had no effect on the man in front of him.

"Are you surprised that your death sickle is useless? The death is not a spirit body or an entity. Most people cannot see the death because the death exists forever in the present and different space planes, so it cannot be seen or touched. However, the death can attack souls and can also attack living people. When attacking souls, the death needs to transform itself into a spirit body. When attacking living people, you have to transform yourself into an entity. Do you understand what I mean? As long as you use physical attacks, it will have no use to me. You cannot defeat me in close combat."

When Diaper heard Chen Zhao's words, his face became solemn.

The man in front of him knew more about the Death Scythe than he did.

This made him feel a little bit of crisis.

In the past, he had everything with the God of Death Scythe.

No matter how much stronger the enemy is than him, there is no way to deal with him.

It's because of the special nature of the Grim Reaper's Scythe.

When he used the Grim Reaper's Scythe to Death, no matter it was a magic attack, physical attack, or spiritual attack, it could not pose a threat to him.

But now there is someone who knows his old background.

How can this calm him down?

The man in front of you must die!

The sickle tightened the death scythe in his hand.

At this moment, a group of people appeared in the distance.

The leader is Ainanci.

She and her companions both noticed the battle ahead.

"What's going on with that gloomy aura?"

"Scythe! It's a scythe!"

Everyone's face changed when they heard this name.

Scythe! Even if there are two of them, they still feel awe of the leader of the ten evildoers.

The battlefield ahead is full of smoke and evil spirits fly everywhere.

It seemed as if that small area had completely become a ghost.

The sickle has begun to take the enemy in front of him seriously.

"Thousands of souls!" The sickle suddenly slashed at Chen Zhao.

In an instant, it was like a thousand resentful spirits exerting their strength at the same time, and the wailing of countless unjust souls emanated from the air.

Chen Zhao raised his fist and smashed the Death Scythe with one punch.

Scythe's face was solemn.

Chen Zhao also showed a serious look.

Because this may be the most bizarre reason for him to start a war since he came into contact with the supernatural world.

A bloody incident caused by the same clothes.

And he felt the murderous intent of the sickle.

He really plans to stay with himself!

The sickle felt Chen Zhao's strength.

I used the power of a thousand souls but I didn't get any advantage.

After several rounds of attacks, the thousand resentful spirits attached to the sickle were already shattered.

"Ten Thousand Souls Burial!"

This time the sickle directly used ten times its previous power.

A terrifying aura whizzed out from his body.

Chen Zhao's heart moved. Why did the move of this sickle look so much like a warrior from Japan?

From his way of making moves to his posture of holding a sickle, they are all the same as those of Japanese warriors.

But his appearance is white, not Asian.

And in the distance, Ainanci and others were in the distance, because the battle situation on the battlefield ahead was fierce.

Moreover, the impact spreads in all directions, so they dare not approach the battlefield, so as not to be affected.

"The sickle is fighting the people above?"

"It's not Master Zhang Tian? Or the twenty-third generation of blood Mary."

Ainanci looked at two looming figures in the center of the battlefield from afar.

"They are so amazing." Enanxi said with emotion.

"The strength and terror of the sickle are natural, but who else is it?"

"Anyway, it's not Master Zhang Tian, ​​nor is it the twenty-third generation of blood Mary."

Although most of them have never seen the scene of Zhang Tianshi or the 23rd generation of Blood Mary fighting.

However, judging from the aftermath of the battle ahead, it is obviously not the style of these two supernatural Optimus Prime.

Chen Zhao, who was in the center of the battlefield, was a little irritable.

Because he can't grasp the sickle.

The sickle holds the Grim Reaper Scythe. If you want to catch him, only when he attacks, his body can be physically grasped.

But the sickle is too fast and the time for materialization is too short.

Unless Chen Zhao can grasp that one percent of the second.

Otherwise, any attack from Chen Zhao would be empty talk.

But the same is true, the sickle could not hurt Chen Zhao.

Whether it is the Qianhu Jue in front or the Wanhun Burial behind, the power of the front and back has increased tenfold, but he still seems very weak when facing Chen Zhao.

This guy is terrible.

When did such a guy appear in the supernatural world?

Is the Eastern Supernatural Realm really so strong?

Anyone that appears is at the monster level.

The Grim Reaper's Scythe in the sickle's hand holds tighter.

It seems that ordinary moves cannot defeat the guy in front of you.

"One hundred thousand torrent!" the sickle growled.

The sickle was like a river that controlled a torrent and erupted, and hundreds of thousands of resentful spirits swept towards Chen Zhao.

Chen Zhao finally found out the problem.

The sickle was upgraded twice before, using the resentful spirit as its own blessing.

Chen Zhao didn't find it strange at the time. After all, the other party had the God of Death Scythe.

But at this moment, Chen Zhao felt that it was a big problem.
Chapter completed!