Chapter 2250 Tragedy Caused by Matching Shirts

Although Chen Zhao kept saying that he respected the sickle.

But Sickle didn't feel any respect from Chen Zhao's words or attitude.

That frivolous tone, that casual look, not to mention respect for yourself.

Maybe he doesn't know himself at all.

This made Sickle a little annoyed.

The figure of the sickle is as erratic as a ghost.

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

The Death Scythe in his hand was also waving gently, tearing at the air.

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

Chen Zhao scratched his hair and said with a slight distress: "Brother, you are treating yourself like a resentful spirit. You don't treat me as an ordinary person, do you? Let's go straight to the point, okay? You chop me with a sickle. Then I nimbly avoided your slashing blow, then turned around and punched you so hard that even your mother couldn't recognize you. What do you think of this plot?"

The sickle's face darkened, and he slashed behind Chen Zhao desperately.

This time Chen Zhao did not dodge and allowed the death sickle to hit him.

Qiang——

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

Just when Sickle was stunned, Chen Zhao raised his fist and punched Sickle in the face.

But this punch failed...

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

"Huh?"

"Huh?"

Chen Zhao and Xianda each retreated more than ten meters away, both showing surprise.

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

The sickle was equally surprised. The death sickle not only targets the body, but also poses a fatal threat to the soul.

But the Death Scythe in his hand had no effect on the man in front of him.

"Are you surprised that your Death Scythe is useless? The God of Death is neither a spirit nor an entity. Most people cannot see the God of Death. This is because the God of Death permanently exists in the real world and in other dimensions, so he cannot see or touch it. No, but the God of Death can attack the soul as well as the living. When attacking the soul, the God of Death needs to transform himself into a spirit body, and when attacking a living person, he needs to transform himself into an entity. Do you understand what I mean? As long as you use physical attacks, it's of no use to me. You can't defeat me in close combat."

When Xiandao heard Chen Zhao's words, his expression turned solemn.

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

This made him feel a sense of crisis.

In the past, he was invincible with the Death Scythe.

No matter how much stronger the enemy is than him, they can't do anything to him.

Just because of the special nature of the Death Scythe.

When he uses the Death Scythe to transform into a god of death, no magic attack, physical attack, or spiritual attack can pose a threat to him.

But now there is someone who knows his background.

How could he calm down?

The man in front of me must die!

Sickle clenched the Death Sickle in his hand.

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

The leader was none other than Ainnanxi.

She and her companions were aware of the battle ahead.

"What's with that eerie aura?"

"Sickle! It's a sickle!"

When everyone heard this name, their expressions couldn't help but change.

sickle! Even though there were two of the Ten Evils among them, they were still in awe of the leader of the Ten Evils.

The battlefield ahead is filled with smoke and innocent souls flying everywhere.

It was as if that small area had been completely transformed into a ghost.

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

"Qianhunjue!" 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 air was filled with the wails of countless wronged souls.

Chen Zhao raised his fist and punched the death sickle away.

Sickle's face was solemn.

Chen Zhao also looked serious.

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

A murder caused by cross-dressing.

And he felt the killing intent of the sickle.

He really plans to fight to the death with him!

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 had been shattered into pieces.

"Burial of Ten Thousand Souls!"

This time the sickle directly used ten times the power as before.

A terrifying aura roared out of his body.

Chen Zhao's heart was moved. Why did this sickle move look so like a Japanese samurai?

From the way he attacks to the way he holds the sickle, he is exactly the same as the Japanese warrior.

However, his appearance is that of Caucasian, not Asian.

As for Ainnanxi and others in the distance, the fighting on the battlefield ahead was fierce.

Moreover, the impact spread in all directions, and they did not dare to approach the battlefield for fear of being affected.

"Scythe is fighting the people above?"

"It can't be Master Zhang, right? Or the twenty-third generation Blood Mary."

Ainnan looked at the two looming figures in the center of the battlefield from a distance.

"They are really amazing." Ainanxi said with emotion.

"It's natural that the sickle is powerful and terrifying, but who is the other one?"

"Anyway, it's not Master Zhang, let alone the 23rd generation Blood Mary."

Although most of them have never seen Zhang Tianshi or the twenty-third generation Blood Mary fighting.

But judging from the aftermath of the battle ahead, it was obviously not the style of these two Optimus Primes from the supernatural world.

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

Because he could never catch the sickle.

The scythe holds the Death Scythe, and if you want to catch him, you can only catch him if his body materializes at the moment he attacks.

But the speed of the sickle was too fast, and the time it took to materialize was too short.

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

Otherwise, any attack by Chen Zhao will be empty talk.

But similarly, the sickle can't hurt Chen Zhao.

Regardless of whether it was Qianhunjue in the front or Ten Thousand Souls Burial in the back, the power of the front and back increased tenfold, but they still looked very weak against Chen Zhao.

This guy is terrifyingly strong.

When did such a guy appear in the supernatural world?

Is the Eastern supernatural world really so powerful?

Anyone who appears randomly is at the monster level.

The death scythe in the scythe's hand was held tighter.

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

"One hundred thousand torrent!" Sickle roared.

The sickle was like controlling a torrent of rivers, and hundreds of thousands of resentful spirits swept towards Chen Zhao.

Chen Zhao finally discovered the problem.

The two previous upgrades of the scythe used the resentful spirit as its own blessing.

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

But now that he used this trick, Chen Zhao felt that there was a big problem.