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"You are sure you can use this thing to exert all your strength."

In the interstellar Martial King world, Zhang Yuan, who had not seen Mo Bai for nearly three months due to his cultivation, held back his smile and looked at Mo Bai who was carrying a huge sickle. The latter was full of depression at this moment.

"Do you want to try it? I promise that you won't cut your pp when you peel your brother."

Mo Bai rolled his eyelids in anger. To be honest, if you have a choice, Mo Bai would never use this thing. However, other weapons either expose Mo Bai's skills or can't use his skills at all. In the end, only such rare weapons can best exert Mo Bai's power, and can completely avoid people recognizing what kind of skills Mo Bai used to fall to the ground.

However, no matter how you look at this sickle, it gives people a very strange feeling, and this feeling is absolutely nothing to do with the word "beautiful".

"No, you are so powerful, I will keep it to cut off the people from the Royal Martial Warrior Academy later."

Looking at Mo Bai's appearance that was extremely similar to the Western legend of his era, Zhang Yuan always had the urge to laugh loudly. His impulse also made Mo Bai always have the idea of ​​playing with a sickle in front of him.

"Actually, brother, you don't need to be depressed. Your outfit represents an amazing god in the old legend."

Seeing Mo Bai's forehead swelling with blue veins, he was ready to rush up to fight with him at any time, Zhang Yuan finally chose to compromise slightly, so as not to start a war with the Royal Jiwu Warrior Academy, and they were fighting first.

"Oh, is that?"

The strange sound of the Tao, gods, even in this universe, are left by legends. However, people in this era have reached an infinite degree of faith in their power. Therefore, the so-called gods are just representatives of high-end force in the hearts of people in this era, and there is no such thing as sacred.

"The extended and curved knife looks like the traces of time, taking away the mark of life."

Zhang Yuan looked at Mo Bai with a very distinctive look, "Brother, in the legend of Old Old, the gods who control death use a prolonged and curved knife, which is the long-handled sickle you are holding now. This weapon indicates that the person holding it can harvest people's lives as if he is harvesting crops."

Looking at Zhang Yuan's extremely serious look, Mo Bai began to become skeptical.

"If you don't believe it, you can check it on the Internet on the spot, or there are few records about the God of Death, but there will definitely be some. Even if there are only a few words left, the majesty of the God of Death is absolutely unparalleled."

Mo Bai's figure suddenly froze after Zhang Yuan's words, and it slowly stretched out after a few seconds, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

"So that's it. It turns out that this sickle once had such a brilliant history, good."

With a satisfied smile, Mo Bai suddenly shouted, and his chest thrust hard to make a vow, "I will let this sickle resound throughout the universe again, so that the name of the God of Death will once again shock the world. From today on, please call me, the God of Death."

Zhang Yuan was extremely generous, but said that Zhang Yuan had a numb scalp and felt embarrassed to be with this girl. When the last sentence was expressed, if Zhang Yuan hadn't seen this girl's serious face, he really wanted to take off his shoes and smash it over.

"First battle, let me play, brother, for my reputation as the god of death."

Carrying the sickle that I felt extremely annoying for a moment, Mo Bai showed an extremely proud expression on his face to Zhang Yuandao.

The latter curled his lips helplessly. Today is the day to compete with the Royal Jiwu Warrior Academy. Although Zhang Yuan has successfully mastered the secret of the combination skills in the past three months and combined the continuous killing and instant killing into a combination skill named "One-step killing" by the system, Zhang Yuan is not so arrogant that he thinks he can ignore the Royal Jiwu Warrior Academy.

In the interstellar world of Martial King, a planet suddenly shone with dazzling light. The next second, Zhang Yuan and Mo Bai received a message from the game at the same time. The people from the Royal Martial Warrior Academy were already in place, and their figures disappeared in the starry sky in an instant.

The mountains and rivers are extremely huge, and above the mountains and rivers is a vast platform. When Zhang Yuan and Mo Bai fell, there were already 20 or 30 people standing on this platform. The 20 or 30 people were divided into two groups. Zhang Yuan recognized that the wave of people facing him had the existence of Sophiarans, but the other wave had no idea who it was.

"Boy, do you know what it means to challenge the Royal Martial Warrior Academy? Do you still think that you are from the Northern Iran Institute?"

The figure fell to the ground, and before he could speak, a clown suddenly jumped out of the wave of people who didn't know what was the origin and came to Zhang Yuan and Mo Bai in front of him, pointing at Zhang Yuan and Mo Bai and shouting.

The competition with the Royal Martial Warriors Academy on this day was an open competition. Every word and action in this game can be clearly heard and seen by outsiders. On the periphery of the mountains and rivers where they are standing now, and even in the starry sky of the interstellar Martial King World, there are no one knowing how many people are watching here. Listening to this clown's words are heard by many people.

Zhang Yuan frowned. This clown seemed arrogant, but his words were heartbreaking. If he let him continue, he would probably regard Zhang Yuan as a bastard who sells the country and seeks glory.

"We are challenging the Royal Jiwu Warriors Academy's pre-selected class, which is a quasi-warrior trained by the cradle of the real warriors. How can you discredit this competition? It's simply a matter of seeking death if a child acts like this."

What else did the clown want to say? Mo Bai's voice suddenly rang out coldly. As the words were said, Mo Bai's figure floated out like a ghost. The sickle drifted through a strange arc in the air. The clown's toes hit hard, as if he wanted to retreat. However, for some reason, when the sickle passed by, the clown's figure was frozen in the air and cut into two sections.

Looking at Mo Bai who was slashing the clown with a knife, a faint look of surprise flashed through Zhang Yuan's eyes. Mo Bai three months ago would definitely not be able to cut it out. I really don't know if Mo Bai is really suitable for the sickle, or if Mo Bai has also made great progress in the past three months.

Over there, Mo Bai, who killed the clown with one sword, did not have as many ideas as Zhang Yuan.

Calmly retracting the sickle, Mo Bai took two steps forward to the middle of the platform, and raised the sickle diagonally towards the Royal Jiwu Warrior Academy.

"In the name of the god of death, please ask the quasi-warriors from the pre-selected class of the Royal Jiwu Warrior Academy to come out and fight."

The sound was not loud, but the word "Death" was particularly loud. In an instant, these four words were completely shaking across the entire platform.
Chapter completed!