Death Scythe

"As expected of a Saiyan, he is still so strong after being suppressed by the laws of heaven." The black figure in the dust said slowly.

"Hehe, you are really not a pushover. I have noticed you a long time ago, but I just didn't want to pay attention to you."

"I didn't expect you to follow me all the way here." Wukong didn't have much aversion to the mysterious man who suddenly appeared.

More of it was the desire and excitement for the battle, knowing that Saiyans and the laws of heaven were things like this.

The man in front of him was definitely a time traveler, no escape, but even if he was a time traveler, so what?

Wukong didn't believe that his system could evolve a stronger ability than the blood of a Super Saiyan.

Judging from the breath just now, the other party was most likely of the same race as himself.

The proud fighting nation in the universe.

"I didn't expect to meet the same kind of people in such a remote place..." Wukong patted the dust on his body and said to the man in black opposite him.

"The same kind of people?"

"Hehe... That's right, I finally met a person of the same kind." The man in black smiled bitterly.

The voice was filled with endless vicissitudes, as if he had experienced a lot of things.

"But..." The dust around him slowly dissipated, and the masked figure of the man in black appeared completely in front of Wukong.

"I like to kill people of the same kind the most! Take it!" The man moved, and layers of black air came out of his right hand.

A handle with a skull on the top, and a huge scimitar extending from the mouth of the skull, and a curved handle about two meters long extended from the lower end of the entire weapon.

It looks very much like the harvest sickle of the Western Grim Reaper.

It's just that the evil aura on it is even stronger.

The speed of the man in black was very fast, and under the coverage of Wukong's observation color, he gradually figured out his soul rings.

Black, black, black, black! Five pitch-black ten-thousand-year soul rings.

The traverser from the other side is a five-ring soul king, but why have I never seen him? I haven't even heard of him.

According to the influence and scale of the Spirit Hall covering the entire Douluo Continent, it is impossible not to find this peerless genius.

Either he is not from this continent, or he deliberately hides and has not appeared.

For the endless crescent-shaped scythe slashes of the black-clothed man, Wukong did not dare to neglect it, and quickly took a fighting posture and turned on the explosive mode.

The golden hoop spirit in his hand quickly became thicker and extended to two meters long.

"Why does that stick look so familiar?" The black-clothed man felt very familiar with Wukong's spirit, but suddenly he couldn't name it.

"Oh, I remember, isn't this Monkey King's golden hoop? You kid actually got this thing?"

"But what about the golden hoop? It's just a ruler used by Dayu to measure the depth of the sea."

"My death sickle is a serious dark evil attack weapon." The black-clothed man is very confident about his spirit.

"That may not be the case!" Wukong took the time to reply to the black-clothed man while dodging.

"Although this is just an inconspicuous stick in the prehistoric world, it is the most suitable weapon in the world for Sun Dasheng."

"What kind of weapon will play a corresponding role in the hands of what kind of person." Wukong rotated the golden hoop several times, as if he was looking for a point to exert force.

Step!

His two feet suddenly stepped on the ground to completely fix his body.

With a sudden force on his arms, he threw out the energy impact that had been accumulated for a long time in the golden hoop.

It happened to collide with the crescent-shaped slash of the death god's sickle, and offset each other's destructive power.

"Trivial tricks!" Wukong shouted angrily, and his feet exerted force suddenly, stepping on the ground and cracking it everywhere.

The whole person was like a cannonball, holding the golden hoop and smashing directly at the man in black.

"As a Saiyan, do you think I'm afraid of you?" The man in black blocked the death god's continuous knife in front of him.

It seemed to be performing some kind of soul skill.

"Second soul skill, Thousand Ghost Scythe!" The body of the man in black instantly turned into nothingness and split into several small energy men, about the size of an arm.

The body turned into nothingness, which further enhanced the defense of the man in black, but because the body became smaller and was divided into several, the power must have also been reduced.

The many black energy men as big as arms quickly chopped at Wukong with sickles in their hands.

"Nothingness soul skill! This kind of soul skill is difficult to deal with." Wukong's eyes showed a trace of bitterness. In the past few years, when fighting against Ghost Douluo, he was annoyed by his nothingness ability, and now, the man in front of him was really talking about something.

"However, the nothingness soul skill has weaknesses..."

"It took me a whole year to find the breakthrough of this soul skill." Wukong smiled.

"Sky-shattering attack!" Second, the black soul ring slowly lit up, and the golden hoop was attached with purple destructive power.

According to the attribute bonus of the second soul skill, Wukong's physical fitness was instantly improved a lot.

He spun the golden cudgel in his hand at high speed and dropped it rapidly.

Raising his head, he saw the countless small energy people transformed by the man in black flying towards him. Wukong knew that if he didn't take it seriously this time, he would definitely die here.

The man in front of him really wanted to kill him.

"The way to crack the Void Soul Skill is!"

"Use a force stronger than his! Or find the real one among the hundreds of clones!" Wukong's eyes were fixed, and his teeth were clenched.

"Grow the golden hoop!" The colorful stick in his hand quickly grew longer and bigger until it could cover the trajectory of the black-clothed man.

"Die for me!" Wukong exerted force on his arm and blasted the huge golden hoop directly into the group of black small energy people.

One of the black small energy people seemed to have a very high intelligence. He quickly abandoned the other small energy people and dodged the bombardment of the huge golden hoop.

The destructive power brought by the colorful golden hoop quickly wiped out all the black small energy people's clones.

The last black energy began to slowly gather until it flew into the body of the small energy person who flew out in advance.

The short man began to grow huge, and the short sickle in his hand began to become ferocious.

The whole process took less than three seconds for the black-clothed man to fully recover.

"Okay, this is the first person who has cracked my soul skill in the past few years."

"Of course, he can only be the last one!" The man in black quickly gave up the black sickle in his hand and put it back into his body.

Shuangquan clenched his hands like this, and his qi sank into his dantian, turning on the burst mode, but the aura he emitted was not white, but black and purple.

"It seems that you can also use the power of qi, so we can fight at the same level."

"Okay, I have nothing to do today, so I'll play with you first, but if you want to leave, you don't have to think about it anymore."

"Even Jesus can't keep you, I said." Wukong's eyes were fierce, and he quickly took back the golden hoop in his hand, posed in a fighting posture, and the white aura on his body became more and more fierce.

At this moment, the Saiyan blood in the two people was like a tsunami, surging.