semi-system weapon

Chapter 34
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"Are you sure you can use this thing to exert your full 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 a smile and looked at Mo Bai, who was carrying a huge scythe. The latter's face was full of depression at the moment.

"Would you like to try it, I promise I won't cut your PP when cutting your brother."

Mo Bai rolled his eyes angrily. Seriously, if he had a choice, Mo Bai would never use this thing. However, other weapons would either expose Mo Bai's skills, or they would not be able to use his skills at all. In the end, only this kind of rare weapon can not only make the best use of Mo Bai's power, but also completely prevent people from recognizing what kind of skill Mo Bai used to fall to the ground.

However, this kind of sickle gives people a very weird feeling no matter how you look at it, and this feeling has absolutely nothing to do with the word handsome.

"No need, you are so powerful. I will save those people from the Royal Mech Warrior School for later."

Looking at Mo Bai's appearance that is extremely similar to the dress of the god of death in Western legends of his time, Zhang Yuan always has the urge to laugh out loud, and his urge makes Mo Bai always want to be nice in front of him. Play around with the scythe idea.

"Actually, brother, you don't need to be depressed. Your attire represents a great god in old legends."

Seeing the veins on Mo Bai's forehead bulging, Zhang Yuan finally chose to compromise a little, lest the two of them start fighting among themselves before the war with the Royal Mechanical Warrior Academy started.

"Oh, really."

Mobai said in a strange voice, gods, even in this era of the universe, there are legends left behind, but people in this era have reached the level of infinitely close to belief in power, so the so-called gods in this age In the hearts of the people of the era, it is only a representative of high-end force, and there is no such thing as the so-called sacred meaning.

"The extended and curved knife is like a trace of time, taking away the imprint of life."

Zhang Yuan looked at Mo Bai with a sharp gaze, "Brother, in the legend of the old man, the god in charge of death uses an extended and curved knife, which is the long-handled sickle you are holding in your hand now. This weapon indicates that Those who hold it can reap human life like harvesting crops."

Seeing Zhang Yuan's extremely serious look, Mo Bai began to be suspicious.

"If you don't believe me, you can search the Internet on the spot, or there are very few records about the god of death, but there must still be some, even if there are only a few words left, but the majesty of the god of death is absolutely unmatched of."

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

"So it turns out that this scythe had such a glorious history, okay."

With a satisfied smile, Mo Bai suddenly shouted, and he thrust his chest fiercely to make an oath, "I will let this scythe resound through the universe again, and let the name of the God of Death once again shock the world, starting today Please call me Death."

The front is extremely generous, but Zhang Yuan's scalp is numb when he said it, and he feels ashamed to be with this girl, and if he didn't see the serious face of this girl when he uttered the last sentence, Zhang Yuan really wanted to take off his shoes and smash it past.

"The first battle, let me play, brother, for the honor of my god of death."

Carrying the sickle that he found extremely annoying just a moment ago, Mo Bai said to Zhang Yuan with an extremely proud expression on his face.

The latter curled his lips helplessly. Today is the day to compete with the Royal Mech Fighter Academy. Although Zhang Yuan has successfully mastered the secret of the combo technique in the past three months, and combined the combo and instant kill into a move that was named by the system. It was a combo technique of 'one-step kill', but Zhang Yuan was not arrogant enough to think that he could ignore the Royal Mech Warrior Academy.

In the world of Interstellar Martial Kings, a star suddenly shone with dazzling light. In the next second, Zhang Yuan and Mo Bai received a message from the game at the same time. The people from the Royal Robot Warrior School were already in place, and their figures instantly appeared in the starry sky. disappears.

The mountains and rivers are huge and unparalleled. Above the mountains and rivers is a vast platform. When Zhang Yuan and Mo Bai fell down, there were already two No. 30 people standing on this platform. These two No. 30 people were divided into two groups. Zhang Yuan Recognizing the existence of Sophia Lance in the wave facing him, but the other wave has no idea who it is.

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

The figure landed on the ground, before he could speak, a clown suddenly jumped out of the group of unknown people, came to Zhang Yuan and Mo Bai, pointed at Zhang Yuan and Mo Bai and started yelling.

This day's competition with the Royal Robot Fighter Academy was originally an open competition. Every word and deed in this competition can be clearly heard and seen by outsiders. In the starry sky of the Interstellar Martial King World, I don't know how many people are watching and listening to this place, and I don't know how many people are listening to this clown's words.

Zhang Yuan frowned. This clown seemed arrogant, but his words were harsh. If he was allowed to continue, the entire Northern Ireland Institute would probably regard Zhang Yuan as a traitorous bastard.

"We are challenging the pre-selection class of the Royal Robot Warrior School, which is a quasi-warrior cultivated by the cradle of real warriors. How can you discredit this competition. You are courting death for doing this."

The clown wanted to say something else, but Mo Bai's voice suddenly sounded icy cold, and as the words came out, Mo Bai's figure floated out like a ghost, the scythe drew a strange arc in mid-air, and the clown's toes sharply tapped , seemed to want to back away, but for some reason, when the scythe slashed across, the figure of the clown was frozen in the air and cut into two sections.

Looking at Mo Bai who was beating the clown with the knife, a faint look of surprise flashed in Zhang Yuan's eyes. This knife could never be cut by Mo Bai three months ago. I really don't know if Mo Bai is really suitable for the sickle, or these three months Mo Bai has also made great progress.

Over there, Mo Bai, who beheaded the clown to death, didn't have as many thoughts as Zhang Yuan.

Calmly retracting the sickle, Mo Bai took two steps forward to the middle of the platform, and raised the sickle obliquely towards the Royal Mech Warrior School.

"Only in the name of the god of death, invite the prospective fighters of the pre-selection class of the Royal Robot Warrior Academy to come out and fight."

The sound was not loud, but the four words "Death" were extremely loud. In an instant, the entire platform was completely shaken by these four words.

Mo Bai glanced at the two groups of people on the platform with sharp eyes. Obviously, except for the 30 or [-] people who appeared on this platform, except for the ten people who were Zhang Yuan's opponents, the rest of the people were definitely not here to watch the fun.

(End of this chapter)