Invincible Ghost Army

"Yo? Is this sickle good? "

Jiang Mo reaches for a move, the sickle that flies out immediately returns, straight to Jiang Mo to fly.

"Well?" The corpse wizard King rushed forward and grabbed the handle of the scythe. He just held the scythe in his hand.

Jiang Mo took a look at the corpse king, moved his hands and rushed forward.

"Bang Bang...!" Along the way, the corpse wizard was hit by Jiang Mo and flew out directly. Jiang Mo stopped in front of the corpse wizard king like a shell.

"Who let you rob it?" Jiang Mo's eyes look at the corpse sorcerer King viciously.

The corpse sorcerer King stares, then some weak way: "this sickle is mine!"

"What's yours? oh Then give it to you! "

"Hey, hey!" Corpse wizard king a pair of proud appearance, looking at his baby sickle.

"Well, how about this scythe, isn't it?" Jiang Mo looks at the corpse wizard King jokingly.

"That's right. It's the symbol of the necromancer king!" The necromancer King waved his sickle haughtily.

"Your city is ruined by me!" Jiang Mo is very insipid suddenly said such a sentence.

"Well? What? " The corpse Witch King is said to be confused. How can this guy chat without any routine? Isn't that the sickle?

"What The corpse king is furious!

"You bastard! How dare you fool me? "

"Shua...!" A sickle cut down, corpse wizard King straight to Jiang Mo's head, wave is a blow.

Jiang Mo snorted coldly: "hum! Idiot, how does your pretty head become a lord? "

As soon as the bone blade swung, he held the scythe fiercely, grabbed it with his left hand, and kicked it directly to the belly of the corpse wizard king.

Corpse Witch King was kicked to fly, the scythe in the hand took off, fell to Jiang Mo's hand again.

"How dare you humiliate me?" Corpse Wu King angrily sends out a roar, opens both hands, directly pinches to Jiang mo.

Jiang Mo took up the bone blade, held the sickle in his right hand and held it flat.

"Thor storm!"

With the sickle as the attack weapon, the scope of Thor storm is huge, at least three times more than that of the sword.

The corpse witches around are involved in the storm in an instant, and the powerful magic is constantly output. The corpse witches with weak defense can't resist such a terrible baptism of sword Qi.

The corpse wizard king only felt that his body was constantly twisted by the air, which was erratic. His seemingly indistinct outline was like cooking smoke, constantly swinging in the wind.

"No..."! I'm willing to surrender, asshole, I won't fight! "

The corpse wizard King cried out in horror.

Jiang Mo doesn't stop at all. Do you mean not to fight? It's an unreasonable way for a soldier to attack a mage. Whether you surrender or not, you're talking about killing him.

"Wuwuwuwu...!"

The strong wind roared, and Jiang Mo was like a dagger, spinning madly against the corpse king, until finally, there was no breath in the corpse King's body.

Jiang Mo suddenly stopped, and a pile of bones appeared in front of him.

"Damn, can you make a sickle? It's in your hands. It's a waste

Jiang Mo put away the sickle directly. He had to say that the quality of the sickle was really good and the power was great. No wonder all the dead liked to use it, but his former master didn't know what the aesthetics of violence was!

A mage, what kind of sickle do you play with? Isn't that Scepter suitable before?

Jiang Mo looked around. These corpses were the same as Zhao Yun and Guan Yu's soldiers, but they were short of spirit.

Jiang Mo estimated that if Zhao Yun had a good training, there would be a lot of improvement.

Opening the door of calling, Jiang Mo pointed out: "those who don't want to die, go in, otherwise, there will be no amnesty for killing!"