"Who? Who? Where's the rat in the dark, get out of here!" Black Widow snorted.

The red-bitten man stood guard with his sword in his hand.

Looking at the three-inch scythe inserted in the ground, the blood color was strange, and a strong murderous aura emanated from it.

Rub and rub!!

The three deputy hall masters, who were a little red, closed their pupils and took three steps back in horror.

"Yes, is that the one coming?" said one of the vice-hall masters in fear.

Syllable!

The black widow shook her hand and twitched it with a big mouth, her face grim.

"Hmph! A little scythe scared you like this, it's a shame to make me blush!"

"My lord, he, he's a demon! It's a living legend! Wherever the Death Scythe appears, there is no life! I—let's hurry up!" said the deputy hall master who had just spoken again.

"A broken scythe wants to scare us away? It's ridiculous! Not to mention the scythe, even if he himself comes, if he dares to provoke me a little red, he will only end up dead. Black Widow said murderously.

"Really?" a playful voice sounded.

Zhang Chen walked in from the outer courtyard with Dongfang Wenya, and the three-inch Death Scythe, as if it had a spirit, flew back into Zhang Chen's hand.

"Who are you?" asked the Black Widow with a gloomy face.

"Ahh

"Hmph, do you want to leave now that you're here?" said Black Widow, sneering.

With a cold wave of his right hand, a little red centaur surrounded Zhang Chen and Dongfang Wenya, swords facing each other, looking at the two of them angrily.

"Dongfang Wenya, hand over the remnants of the three-star beads, and I'll give you a good time!" Black Widow said coldly.

"You brutes can't die well!" Dongfang Wenya said angrily.

"Hmph, shameless, come on, take them both down for me!" Black Widow looked murderous.

"It's my lord!" replied the red-bitten man.

"When I saw the Death Scythe and said it was a broken knife, you weren't the first!" Zhang Chen said indifferently.

"It's just a broken sickle, others are afraid, but my black widow is not afraid!"

"Really?" Zhang Chen's eyes were cold.

Sou!

The blood-red Death Scythe in his hand, with a whirlwind, centered on Zhang Chen, quickly circled and flew up.

Whoop!!

I saw that where the Grim Reaper's scythe passed, all the people who were a little red were killed, and they didn't even have the ability to resist, and their heads were cut off.

Sou!

After a breath, the Death Scythe flew back into Zhang Chen's hand again.

"Ahh

Plop! Plop!

The other two deputy hall masters knelt directly on the ground, their heads slammed on the ground, their palms on the ground, and their five bodies knelt in submission.

"Lord Death, spare your life! I don't know Taishan if you have eyes, please raise your noble hand and let us go?"

"Yes, Lord Death, we have great respect for you, and offer you as if you were an ancestor, and I beg you to be noble, and let us go as a fart!"

"Since you know me, you should know my rules! There is no living mouth under the scythe of death!" Zhang Chen said.

The two deputy hall masters glanced at each other, and they both saw a killing intent in their eyes.

Whoosh!

The two of them stood on the ground with one foot, holding their swords, and rushed towards Zhang Chen fiercely.

"Two jumping clowns, dead ——!" Zhang Chen snorted coldly.

With a slip of his finger and a turn of the Death Scythe, the two deputy hall masters who were a little red were killed.

Retracting the Death Scythe, Zhang Chen looked at the Black Widow playfully.

"You just said that my Death Scythe is a broken knife?"

"Ahh

"It doesn't matter if it's right or wrong, I don't care about a dead person. Zhang Chen said.

"Y-What do you want to do? I'm a little red! If you dare to touch me, I won't let you go!" Black Widow threatened.

"I hate it when people threaten me!, especially ants!" Zhang Chen said.

With a flick of two fingers, the Death Scythe in his hand, with a strong wind, slashed towards the Black Widow.

"Stop the hall master!" a roar suddenly sounded.

Immediately after that, a powerful sound of breaking through the air sounded, and a blue long sword shot towards the Death Scythe.

"Hmph, what if you are the god of death, you still have to die in front of the hall master!" said the black widow disdainfully.

Click!

The azure sword shattered and was cut in half by the Death Scythe, which slashed off the Black Widow's head with a strong wind.

A blood-red glow flashed, and the black widow's eyes widened as she saw her headless corpse, and then her head hit the ground, shattering to pieces.

"Death, you are so bold, the master of the hall asked himself if he had offended you, you dared to kill me in front of the master of the hall, and the master of the hall swore that he would definitely break you into pieces!" said Xian Yutong with a gloomy face.

Sou!

The figure flashed and flew in from the outside.

"Are you worthy?" Zhang Chen said disdainfully.

"How dare you be so arrogant when you are dying, the hall master wants to see how capable the legendary god of death is today!" Xian Yutong sneered.

Airplanes!

As soon as he stepped on it, the powerful momentum of holding Yuan Shouyi emanated from his body, and the clothes on his body were windless and automatic.

"The master of this hall is a genius of martial arts, he practiced martial arts at the age of three, the peak of his bright strength at the age of ten, the peak of his dark strength at the age of twenty, the peak of his strength at the age of thirty, and the realm of the legendary martial arts master at the age of forty!

A little under his feet, like a string of arrows, rolled up a strong wind, a fist the size of a sandbag blasted out, and a thunderclap sound came from the air, smashing towards Zhang Chen's head fiercely.

"It's too weak——! Zhang Chen said.

Sou!

The figure flickered, and rushed forward one step ahead of him, a blood-red glow flashed, and the two figures crisscrossed each other, waiting for Zhang Chen to stop again.

Bang!

Xian Yutong's body exploded directly, turning into countless lines of uniform and fine flesh and sprinkling on the ground.

If there was a strong immortal cultivator here just now, he would definitely shout out in a lost voice.

In less than a fraction of a second, Zhang Chen actually shot a thousand and eight knives, splitting Xian Yutong's body into countless pieces of scum.

Retracting his palm, Zhang Chen didn't look at the corpses on the ground, turned around and walked outside.

"What I promised you, I've settled!"

When the words fell, Zhang Chen's figure disappeared in a few flashes.