The Zhutian Sword Sect is known as the largest sect in the Southern Meteor Continent, and Zhu Shijie is the number one genius of this sword sect, so his strength cannot be underestimated.
When Zhu Shijie was mentioned before, it was always the battle between him and Lu Qingfeng, and he was defeated by the opponent every time. This does not mean that his strength is unbearable, but because he met Lu Qingfeng.
If his opponents were replaced by geniuses like Ma Tong and Lu Qingcheng, it would be really hard to say who would win or lose in the end.
Yan Peng, He Ming and others all eliminated their opponents cleanly. In order to prove his strength, he couldn't wait to fly out as soon as the blood reward flew to the human side's camp.
Like a stream of light, the god's body flew to the center of the square in the blink of an eye. He pointed the knife in his hand at where the demonic crowd was and shouted: "Who is No. 52? Get out right now."
Zhu Shijie's roar, like a loud bell, instantly spread hundreds of miles away, and the sound continued to echo in this open area.
"Zhu Shijie, don't be so fucking arrogant here. Today, grandpa will end you in this battle. You'll have to take a sickle from grandpa first."
A loud roar came from the demon crowd, and then a demonic light rushed out and headed straight for the square. To everyone's surprise, this demon genius did not stop and rushed directly towards Zhu Shijie.
He was waving the death sickle in his hand, and the dark magic light was flashing on the sickle. As long as he stared at it, he would immediately feel a chill running down his spine.
"The scythe has come out. I'm afraid Zhu Shijie will be in trouble this time. This scythe is not easy to mess with. It makes your whole body hairy just by looking at it. Anyone who encounters him will be weakened first."
Nangong Feiyu was sitting on the futon. When he saw this man coming out waving a sickle, he kept muttering.
"No matter how scary the sickle is, it has to be divided into someone's hands. This guy is not the God of Death, but his cultivation in the middle stage of the Demon God is nothing to be afraid of."
Wei Tao sat next to Nangong Feiyu, listened to his words, and expressed his opinions indifferently, obviously not taking this person seriously.
The sickle in this guy's hand looks very weird. There is a pointed cone at the end of the sickle handle, and there is also a pointed cone at the joint between the sickle head and the sickle handle.
Of these two cones, one extends along the direction of the sickle handle, the other cone is in the opposite direction of the knife head, and the two cones are vertical.
The geniuses of the demon clan also called him Scythe, so Nangong Feiyu also called him that. Zhu Shijie did not expect that this guy would be the one who came out to duel with him.
From Zhu Shijie's point of view, when he first saw this scythe, he felt very frightened. No one, including Lu Qingfeng, had ever seen this kind of weapon, and had no way of knowing how to deal with the attack of this kind of weapon.
Since you don't know how powerful this sickle is, you must be more careful when fighting. Although Zhu Shijie is arrogant, it depends on when. If he is arrogant at this time, he is not far from failure.
The scythe was very fast, like a gust of wind. In an instant, it rushed to the opposite side of Zhu Shijie. The scythe was raised high and suddenly cut off Zhu Shijie's neck.
Although he didn't know much about this scythe, it did not affect Zhu Shijie's reaction speed at this time. Seeing that the scythe was about to harvest his head, he hurriedly lowered his head, and the scythe whizzed past his head.
The speed of the scythe was really fast, and it cut off a strand of the long hair on Zhu Shijie's head. If he had been slower to dodge, he might have harvested the head away.
The first blow of the scythe scared Zhu Shijie into a cold sweat, and he couldn't help but be extra careful.
The scythe whizzed past Zhu Shijie's head. Zhu Shijie quickly stood upright and stabbed the scythe's throat with the long sword in his hand.
The scythe reacted faster. As soon as it flew over Zhu Shijie's head, it immediately turned back and quickly stabbed Zhu Shijie's temple with the sharp cone at the end of the blade's head.
Oh my god! The scythe is too fast."
Zhu Shijie was so frightened that he screamed, his upper body hurriedly leaned back, and the scythe flew over while grazing the tip of his nose.
Zhu Shijie thought to himself: Boy, I've been in a hurry twice, so you should take a break this time. Now, let you watch me deal with you.
Zhu Shijie had a good idea, but what he didn't expect was that the scythe flew right past the tip of his nose and immediately came back.
"Wow! Scythe, you're not done yet, are you? Well, grandpa, let's see how long you can keep busy."
I saw the scythe returning quickly, using the scythe to stab the sharp awl at the front towards Zhu Shijie's chest. Looking at the sharp awl getting closer and closer, Zhu Shijie had no doubt that once it stabbed him, it would definitely be
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"Holy crap! These three combos of the scythe are so fucking terrifying. At this speed, it's not necessarily easy for my cousin to dodge."
The sharp awl in front of the handle of the scythe quickly stabbed Zhu Shijie's chest, frightening him so much that he hurriedly dodged to the left. Even though he tried his best, the awl still stabbed him on the left side of his waist.
Nangong Feiyu sat on the futon and watched the duel between Zhu Shijie and Scythe. Not only him, but every human genius stared at the fight between the two without blinking.
Nangong Feitian curled his lips and said, "Even if his three scythes are very fast, no matter who he is with, he will still be dead if he meets his cousin."
Needless to say, he was defeated when he met Lu Qingfeng. Even Zhu Shijie saw the big guy's background. After the three sickles passed by, his speed was obviously not as fast as it was at the beginning.
After Zhu Shijie found out, he immediately shouted: "Big Scythe, I thought you were so amazing! I was so busy just now. I have been doing it for a long time. You are the three sickles. You might as well call me three sickles."
Oh, even the fucking scythe, I'll be embarrassed for you."
Looking at the scythe that had slowed down, Zhu Shijie jumped to his feet and cursed angrily. He had been working so hard just now that his clothes were soaked through. He thought he was going to fall into the hands of the scythe this time.
The third blow of the scythe gave Zhu Shijie some blood. Zhu Shijie's lungs were about to explode. Before the scythe could strike again, his body swayed and he was at the side of the scythe in an instant.
"Boy, you bled my weak spot. I can't take advantage of you. I'll bleed your weak spot first."
The long sword in his hand suddenly shot out, and went straight to stab the scythe in the waist. The scythe saw that the situation was not good, and the scythe in his hand quickly rushed towards Zhu Shijie's long sword, trying to use the scythe to draw away the opponent's long sword.
Zhu Shijie became fierce and faster than before. Before the scythe could come back, the long sword that had penetrated the scythe's body had already been drawn out.
Zhu Shijie also used his sword with great force, stabbing the scythe directly through the abdomen, and blood spurted out from the two blood holes at the same time.
"Young man, you scared me a lot just now. It turns out that you are just the work of an outsider. If I don't deal with you properly, you will."
The long sword in his hand kept attacking the scythe's demonic body. Within ten seconds, Zhu Shijie stabbed the scythe's body dozens of times, making it look like a bloody gourd.
"Scythe, why don't you cut my neck? Where is your speed?"
Zhu Shijie circled around the scythe, and the long sword kept stabbing at the scythe's demonic body. Every time the sword struck, it would bring out a pool of blood.
Zhu Shijie was about to show his scythe to the public when the scythe suddenly became energetic, and the scythe in his hand suddenly became fierce, and he cut Zhu Shijie's neck with the scythe.
"Scythe, have you come back to your senses? I won't play with you anymore. I'll get over it as soon as possible. If something unexpected happens after a long time, I won't regret it until now."
After finding out the details of Da SiKao, Zhu Shijie became more relaxed in dealing with him. While fighting him, he was still in the mood to chat with Da SiKao.
Seeing the scythe coming towards his neck, Zhu Shijie's body swayed and disappeared in the blink of an eye on the opposite side of the scythe. The harvest of the scythe was immediately in vain.
At this time, Zhu Shijie moved to the side of the scythe's demon body, held the long sword flat in his hand, and swept straight towards the scythe's neck.
With a pop, the scythe's head suddenly flew into the air. At the same time, a ray of light fell, wrapping the scythe's demonic body, and instantly appeared on the southern viewing platform.
After Zhu Shijie flew back to the camp of human geniuses, Wei Tao immediately stood up from the futon and flew directly to the center of the square.
As soon as Wei Tao flew to the center of the square, he saw a person flying out from the demon camp, and the two sides were less than a hundred meters apart. When Wei Tao stopped, this person was also standing opposite Wei Tao.
"Wei Tao, I heard that you are Lu Qinghu's senior brother. I originally wanted to compete with him, but I didn't have the chance. It's the same when I meet you today. Let me, my little overlord, see how great you are as his senior brother.
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Wei Tao is No. 53, and the Little Overlord opposite is No. 54. There is no need for Wei Tao to call the formation, the Little Overlord flies out on his own initiative.
The Little Overlord also has a sword in his hand, but his sword is very special. Most swords are more than three feet long, but his sword is more than five feet long.
Moreover, the handle of this sword is very long, and it is not a problem to hold it with both hands. At this time, the little overlord is holding the sword with one hand, and a cold light appears from the gap in his slightly squinted eyes.
"You really thought of me together. I also wanted to know how to sneer at Bu Bao and that Mo Wuji, but unfortunately I didn't have the chance, so I'll practice with you."
"Wei Tao, don't think of yourself as someone like Lu Qingfeng. You're still far from it! Don't speak so arrogantly. You're looking for death."
After the little bully finished speaking, he immediately disappeared where he was standing. In the blink of an eye, he rushed to the opposite side of Wei Tao. The sword he was holding in one hand turned into a two-handed sword. He raised it diagonally and slashed at Wei Tao.
Looking at the five-foot long sword coming in a slashing direction, Wei Tao knew that this guy must be quite powerful, but he was not afraid at all and wanted to compete with this guy to see how powerful he was.
The long sword in his hand was lifted up in an instant, and it went straight towards the five-foot long sword that was swung down. A faint purple light flashed on Wei Tao's long sword, and the two swords suddenly struck together.
Purple light is the divine power of thunder and lightning in Wei Tao's body. The divine power in his body has two attributes: gold and thunder. It is not pure thunder and lightning power like Lu Qinghu.
Even this trace of thunder and lightning power was quickly transmitted to the Little Overlord's demonic body, and his demonic body suddenly trembled. Although the time was short, it also created an opportunity for Wei Tao to attack him.
With a shudder of the Little Overlord's demonic body, the five-foot sword suddenly separated from Wei Tao's long sword. Wei Tao's body swayed and he instantly moved to the side of the Little Overlord, and the long sword went straight to cut him in the middle.