Invincible Undead Legion

"Yo? Is this scythe not bad?"

Jiang Mo stretched out his hand and made a move, and the flying sickle returned immediately, and flew straight towards Jiang Mo.

"Huh?" Lich King rushed forward, grabbed the handle of the sickle, and forcibly held the sickle in his hand.

Jiang Mo glanced at the Lich King, moved his hands, and rushed forward.

"Bang bang bang...!" The corpse witch along the way flew out directly after being hit by Jiang Mo, and Jiang Mo stopped in front of the corpse witch king like a cannonball.

"Who asked you to snatch it?" Jiang Mo looked at the Lich King fiercely.

The Lich King glared, and then said weakly, "This sickle is mine!"

"Your? Oh! Then give it to you!"

"Hey!" Lich King looked proudly, looking at his precious sickle.

"Hey, how's it going, isn't the quality of this sickle good?" Jiang Mo looked at the Lich King jokingly.

"That's right, this is the symbol of the Lich King!" The Lich King swung his sickle proudly.

"Your city was destroyed by me!" Jiang Mo suddenly said this very plainly.

"Huh? What?" The Lich King was confused by what he said. Why doesn't this guy have any routines in chatting? Isn't this talking about the sickle?

"What...???" Lich King was furious!

"You bastard! How dare you play me?"

"Shua...!" As soon as the sickle was cut down, the corpse witch king went straight to Jiang Mo's head and waved his hand, which was a blow.

Jiang Mo snorted coldly: "Hmph! Idiot, how do you manage to be a lord with your handsome head?"

With a flick of the bone blade, he grabbed the sickle with his left hand and kicked it directly towards the Lich King's lower abdomen.

The Lich King was kicked away, and the sickle in his hand dropped, and fell into Jiang Mo's hand again.

"You dare to humiliate me?" The Lich King roared angrily, opened his hands, and pinched Jiang Mo directly.

Jiang Mo put away the bone blade, held the sickle in his right hand, and raised it horizontally.

"Thorstorm!"

Using the sickle as an attack weapon, the Thunder God Storm unleashed has a huge range, at least three times that of the long sword.

The surrounding corpses were instantly sucked into the storm, and the powerful magic power was continuously output. The weaker defenses of the corpses were simply unable to resist such a terrifying baptism of sword energy.

The Lich King only felt that his body was being twisted and twisted by the air. It was already erratic, and the vague outline was like cooking smoke, constantly swaying in the wind.

"No...! I am willing to surrender, bastard, I will stop fighting!"

The Lich King yelled in horror.

Jiang Mo doesn't stop at all, you won't fight if you say you don't want to fight? Warriors attacking mages is an unreasonable way of attacking. It doesn't matter if you surrender or not, you are talking about killing.

"Woooooo...!"

The strong wind howled, and Jiang Mo twirled crazily against the Lich King like a reamer, until finally, there was no breath left in the body of the Lich King.

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

"Damn it, do you know how to use a sickle? It's a waste in your hands!"

Jiang Mo put away the sickle directly. I have to say that the quality of this sickle is really good and its power is great. No wonder the undead like to use it. However, his former master didn't understand what violence aesthetics is!

A mage, what kind of sickle is he playing with? Isn't the scepter from before quite suitable?

Jiang Mo looked around. These corpse witches were the same as Zhao Yun and Guan Yu's soldiers, but they lacked a little energy.

Jiang Mo reckoned that if Zhao Yun trained well, he should be able to improve a lot.

Opening the door of summoning, Jiang Mo pointed: "If you don't want to die, let me go in, otherwise, you will be killed without mercy!"