Chapter 332: If you say no, don't fight

"Yo? Is this sickle good?"
Jiang Mo stretched out his hand, and the sickle that flew out returned immediately and went straight to Jiang Mofei.
"Huh?" The Witch King rushed forward, grabbed the handle of the sickle, and held the sickle in his hand.
Jiang Mo glanced at the Corpse Witch King, moved his hands, and rushed forward.
"Bang Bang Bang......!" The corpse witch along the way was hit by Jiang Mo and flew out directly. Jiang Mo stopped like a cannonball in front of the corpse witch king.
"Who made you it?" Jiang Mo's eyes looked at the Wicked King wickedly.
The Witch King glared, and then said weakly: "This sickle is mine!"
"Your? Oh! Then give it to you!"
"Hey!" The Wicked King looked proudly at his baby sickle.
"Hey, how is it, the quality of this sickle is good?" Jiang Mo looked at the corpse witch king playfully.
"That is, this is the symbol of the corpse king!" The corpse king waved his scythe proudly.
"Your city was destroyed by me!" Jiang Mo suddenly said so plainly.
"Huh? What?" The corpse witch was said to be confused. Why didn't this guy chat a bit? Isn't that talking about sickle?
"What...???" The corpse witch raged fiercely!
"You bastard! Do you dare to play me?"
"Uh...!" A sickle was cut down, and the Wicked King went straight to Jiang Mo's head and waved with a blow.
Jiang Mo Leng snorted: "Huh! Idiot, how do you show your lord like a funny head?"
The bone blade flicked, grabbed the scythe with the left hand, grabbed it, flew a foot, and kicked directly to the corpse witch king's abdomen.
The Corpse Witch King was kicked with a kick, and the sickle in his hand dropped off, and fell into Jiang Mo's hand again.
"Dare you humiliate me?" The corpse witch gave an angry roar, opened his hands, and pinched directly to Jiang Mo.
Jiang Mo put away the bone blade, holding a sickle in his right hand and raised it flat.
"Thor Storm!"
Using a sickle as an attack weapon, the thunderstorm that is exhibited has a huge range, at least three times that of the long sword.
The surrounding corpses were instantly involved in the storm, and the powerful magic power was constantly output. The weak corpses could not resist such a terrible sword gas baptism.
The corpse witch king only felt that his body was twisted by the air twitching, which was erratic, and the seemingly non-continuous outline was like the smoke of the cook, swinging in the wind constantly.
"No...! I'm willing to surrender, jerk, I won't fight!"
The Witch King cried out in horror.
Jiang Mo doesn't stop at all. If you say no, don't fight? The warrior hits the mage, that's an unreasonable attack method, whether you surrender or not surrender, killing is talking.
"Woo woo...!"
The strong wind roared, and Jiang Mo was like a reamer, spinning wildly against the corpse witch king. Until the end, there was no half breath in the body of the corpse witch king.
Jiang Mo stopped suddenly, and a pile of bones appeared before him.
"I rely on, will you make a sickle? This thing is in your hands, it is a waste!"
Jiang Mo put away the sickle directly and had to say that the quality of this sickle is indeed good and its power is great. No wonder the undead like to use it, but his former master didn't even understand, what is violent aesthetics!
A mage, what sickle to play? Wasn't that scepter appropriate before?
Jiang Mo looked around. These corpses were the same as Zhao Yun and Guan Yu's soldiers, but they lacked a little spirit.
Jiang Mo estimated that if Zhao Yun trained well, there should be a lot of improvement.
Opening the door of summoning, Jiang Mo pointed: "If you don't want to die, let me go in, otherwise, kill without amnesty!"
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