Although Chen Yikou said in a voice of respect for the sickle.

But Sickle did not feel a little respect from Chen Yan's words or attitude.

The frivolous tone, the casual look, did not say respect for himself.

Maybe he didn't know himself at all.

This annoyed the sickle.

The shape of the sickle was erratic like ghosts.

Occasionally appeared in front of Chen Ye, and sometimes flickered behind Chen Ye.

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

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

Chen Yan scratched his hair and said slightly distressed, "Brother, you are just like a grudge, don't you treat me as an ordinary person? Can we just click on it? You cut it with a sickle Then I swiftly avoided your slash, then turned back and punched you, and even your mother couldn't recognize you, what do you think of this plot? "

The sickle's face was black, and it was desperate to chop behind Chen Yan.

This time Chen Kun did not evade and let the death scythe split on his body.

锵 ——

The death sickle splashed a spark on Margaret Chen's body, but Margaret Chen was unscathed.

Just as the sickle was frightened, Chen Kun raised his fist and threw a punch into the sickle's face.

But this fist failed ...

To be precise, it should be through the face of the sickle.

"what?"

"what?"

Chen Qi and Sickle both pulled out more than ten meters away, both showing surprise.

This feeling is the same as when facing the old black, without any substantive touch and no spiritual feeling.

The sickle is also surprised. The death scythe is not only aimed at the flesh, but also a deadly threat to the soul.

But the sickle of death in his own hand had no effect on the man in front of him.

"Are you surprised that your death scythe is useless? Death is not a spirit body or an entity. Most people do n’t see death, because death exists permanently in this world and in other planes. No, but the **** of death can attack the soul and the living person. When attacking the soul, the **** of death needs to transform himself into a spirit body. Attacking the living person must transform himself into an entity. Do you understand what I mean? As long as you use a physical attack, it won't do much to me, and you can't beat me in close combat. "

When sickle heard Chen Yan's words, his complexion could not help but calm.

The man in front of him knew more about the death scythe than he did.

It made him feel a sense of crisis.

In the past, he had no problem with the death scythe.

No matter how many enemies are stronger than him, there is no way to take him.

It's because of the peculiar nature of the sickle.

When he uses the death scythe to die, neither magic attack, physical attack, nor spirit attack can pose a threat to him.

But now there is one who knows his boss.

How does this calm him down?

The man in front must die!

The sickle clenched the death scythe in his hand.

Just then, a group of people appeared in the distance.

It was headed by Anansi.

She and her companions were aware of the battle ahead.

"What's that terrible breath?"

"Sickle! It's sickle!"

When everyone heard the name, their faces couldn't help changing.

sickle! Even if there were two ten villains among them, the head of the ten villains was still in awe.

The battlefield ahead was filled with smoke, and the evil spirits were flying.

As if that small area had been completely reduced to ghosts.

The sickle had begun to take this enemy seriously.

"Thousands of souls!" The sickle slashed to Chen Yi.

Suddenly, like a thousand grieving spirits working at the same time, the sorrows of countless injustices exude in the air.

Chen Kun raised his fist, and punched the sickle of death with one punch.

The sickle looked dignified.

Chen Yan also showed seriousness.

Because this may be the most amazing reason for him to start war since he came into contact with the spirit realm.

Murder caused by hitting a shirt.

And he felt the killing of sickle.

He really intends to endlessly with himself!

Sickle is the strength of Chen Yan.

I used the power of a thousand souls and didn't take advantage.

After several rounds of attack, the thousand grieving spirits attached to the sickle have been shattered by the earthquake.

"All souls buried!"

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

A terrifying breath screamed from him.

With a movement in Chen Min's heart, how could this sickle move look like a samurai over Dongzhang.

From the way he moves to the attitude of holding a sickle, it's exactly the same as the Eastern Warrior.

But his appearance is white, not Asian.

In the distance, Anansi and others, because of the fierce battle situation in the battlefield ahead.

And the impact spreads in four directions, and they dare not approach the battlefield to avoid being affected.

"The sickle is fighting the man above?"

"Willn't it be Zhang Tianshi? Or twenty-three generations of blood Mary."

Ainan stared at the two looming figures in the center of the battlefield.

"They're amazing." Ananxi said with emotion.

"The sickle's strength and horror are taken for granted, but who is the other one?"

"Anyway, it's not Zhang Tianshi, nor is it the twenty-three **** Mary."

Although most of them have not seen the pictures of Zhang Tianshi or the twenty-three generations of **** Mary fighting.

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

At the center of the battlefield, Chen Yan was a little irritable.

Because he always couldn't catch the sickle.

The sickle is holding the death scythe. If he wants to catch him, only at the moment of his attack can his body materialize.

But the speed of the sickle is too fast, and the time to materialize is too short.

Unless Chen Yi can grasp that one hundredth of a second.

Otherwise, any attack by Chen Wei is empty talk.

But the same, the sickle can not hurt Chen Yan.

Regardless of whether Qianhun is in front or funerals in the back, the power before and after has increased tenfold, but he still looks very weak in the face of Chen Yan.

This guy is terrible.

When did such a guy emerge from the spirit realm?

Is the Eastern Spirit Realm really so strong?

Any one that comes up is monster-level.

The scythe in the sickle's hand is tighter.

It seems that ordinary moves cannot defeat this guy in front of him.

"One hundred thousand torrents!" The sickle growled.

The sickle was like controlling a torrent of a river, and a hundred thousand grieving spirits swept towards Chen Kun.

Chen Ye finally discovered the problem.

The two previous sickle ascensions have used Wraith as their blessing.

Chen Ye wasn't surprised at the time, after all, the other party held the sickle of death.

But using this trick at this moment, Chen Yi felt that the problem was big.