Chapter 2239

Although Chen Yu said that he respected the sickle.

However, sickle did not feel a little respect from Chen's words or attitude.

That frivolous tone, that casual eyes, do not say respect for their own.

Maybe he doesn't know himself at all.

It annoys the sickle.

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

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

The sickle of death in his hand is also gently waving, tearing the air.

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

Chen Zhuo grabbed his hair and said with a little distress, "brother, you are just like the spirit of resentment. Don't you treat me as an ordinary person? Shall we just point it out? You cut over with a sickle, and then I dodged your slash and hit you back with a fist. Your mother couldn't recognize you. What do you think of the plot? "

Sickle face a black, recklessly toward Chen Yu's back chopped a cut.

This time Chen Yu didn't avoid, but let death's sickle strike him.

Qiang -

the scythe of death splashed a spark on Chen Yu's body, but Chen Yu was not damaged.

Just waiting for the sickle to turn pale, Chen Chu raised his fist and punched the sickle in the face.

But the blow failed

To be exact, it should go through the face of the sickle.

"Eh?"

"Eh?"

Chen Yu and sickle each retreated more than ten meters away, showing surprise.

This feeling is the same as when facing the old black, there is no substantive touch, and there is no spiritual feeling.

The scythe is also surprised that the scythe of death is not only for the body, but also for the soul.

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

"Are you surprised that your scythe is useless? The God of death is not a spirit or an entity. Most people can't see the God of death, because the God of death exists permanently in the current world and different space planes, so they can't see or touch it. But the God of death can attack the soul and the living. When attacking the soul, the God of death needs to transform himself into a spirit. When attacking the living, he needs to transform himself into an entity. You know me What do you mean? As long as you use physical attack, it's useless for me. You can't defeat me in melee

When the sickle heard Chen Yu's words, it could not help but look solemn.

This man knows more about the scythe than he does.

It gives him a sense of crisis.

In the past, with the scythe of death, he was invincible.

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

Because of the particularity of the sickle of death.

When he uses the scythe to deify, no matter whether it's magic attack, physical attack or spirit attack, it can't pose a threat to him.

But now there is a man who knows his background.

How does this calm him down?

This man must die!

The sickle clenched the sickle of death in its hand.

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

It was Nancy who led the way.

She and her companions were aware of the battle ahead.

"What's the matter with that grim breath?"

"Sickle! It's a sickle! "

Everyone's face changed when they heard the name.

Sickle! Even if there are two of them, they are still in awe of the leader of the ten.

The battlefield in front of us is full of gunpowder, and the enemy is flying.

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

The sickle has begun to take the enemy seriously.

"A thousand souls!" The sickle suddenly cut at Chen Yu.

For a moment, it was like a thousand spirits working at the same time. The air was filled with the wailing of countless spirits.

Chen Yu raised his fist and smashed the sickle of death.

Sickle's face was heavy.

Chen Yu also showed a serious look.

Because this may be the most wonderful reason for his war since he came into contact with the spiritual world.

A homicide caused by bumping clothes.

And he felt the death of the sickle.

He's really going to die with himself!

Sickle is to feel Chen's strength.

I used the power of a thousand souls, but I didn't take advantage of it.

After several attacks, a thousand spirits attached to the sickle were shattered.

"The funeral of ten thousand souls!"

This time the sickle used ten times its strength directly.

The breath of terror came from him.

Chen Xun's heart moved. How could this sickle move look like a warrior from Japan.From the way he moves to the way he holds the sickle, he is the same as the Japanese samurai.

But he was white, not Asian.

And in the distance, such as Nancy, because of the fierce fighting situation in the front battlefield.

Moreover, the impact spread in four directions, and they did not dare to approach the battlefield, so as not to be affected.

"The sickle is fighting the man above?"

"It's not Zhang Tianshi, is it? Or 23 generations of Blood Mary. "

From afar, Nancy looked at the two looming figures in the center of the battlefield.

"They're really good." Said Nancy with emotion.

"The power and dread of a sickle is natural, but who is the other?"

"It's not Tianshi Zhang, not to mention the twenty-three generations of Blood Mary."

Although most of them have never seen the picture of Zhang Tianshi or the 23 generations of Bloody Mary fighting.

But judging from the aftermath of the battle ahead, it's obviously not the style of these two alien Optimus Prime.

Chen Yu, in the center of the battlefield, was a bit upset.

Because he can't hold the sickle.

The scythe holds the scythe of the God of death. If you want to catch him, only at the moment when he attacks, his body can be grasped.

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

Unless Chen can grasp that one hundredth of a second.

Otherwise, any attack by Chen Yu would be empty talk.

But in the same way, the sickle can't hurt Chen Yu.

Whether it's the qianhunjue in front or the wanhun burial in the back, the power before and after has increased tenfold, but it seems very weak in the face of Chen Yu.

This guy is terrible.

When did the spirit world come out of such a guy?

Is the Eastern spiritual world really so powerful?

Any one that comes out is at the monster level.

The God of death in the hand of sickle holds the sickle tighter.

It seems that ordinary moves can't defeat the guy in front of us.

"A hundred thousand torrents!" The sickle growled.

The sickle is like a river that controls a torrent. A hundred thousand spirits of resentment come to Chen Yu.

Chen finally found out the problem.

Both previous ascents of the scythe used the spirit of resentment as their blessing.

Chen Yu didn't think it strange at that time. After all, the other side was holding the sickle of death.

But at the moment, Chen Yu felt that it was a big problem.