"In that case, then, let's fight!"

Wei Jiu's words, with a little murderous intent in the cold, did not allow anyone to be disobedient. Regardless of the identity of the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan outside the sky, the Nine-Tailed Holy Emperor of the Flood Desolate Continent alone has always been a symbol of decisiveness, and in the face of the God of War, there is no fear at all.

"Wait, since it's the king's home field, let me meet him for a while!"

I saw that his palm was slightly raised, directly stopping Wei Jiu's body that was about to make a move, and he stepped forward directly. The scythe of death in his hand bloomed with black brilliance, much weaker than the gray around it, but every inch of black was extremely deep.

Perhaps, Han Shilang's strength cultivation is not as good as that of the main god of war, but his understanding of the dark element and the power of death is also beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Looking at Han Shilang's resolute eyes, Wei Jiu finally nodded, and did not say anything to stop him.

He has always been well aware that this man, known as the god of death of Hades, has a self-esteem that no one else can match. Once in charge of the dark elemental and the power of death, now a god of war has suddenly appeared, which makes him feel that his authority is being challenged.

Although he was a little worried in his heart, looking at the crazy battle intent in the eyes of the soldier master and the god of war, he was afraid that it would be impossible to stop it.

Sure enough, I saw Han Shilang's power, and the scythe of death in his hand slowly leaned forward.

The white skulls joined each other and fell to the ground, dragging them with a strange sound. With the movement of the Death Scythe, the gray light around it trembled, and the black power pierced directly into it like a sharp blade.

"This gray power is indeed powerful, but there is one thing I want you to be able to make clear, the god in charge of the Necronomicon Realm, not you!" Han Shilang laughed coldly.

A trace of resentment flashed in the eyes of the soldier master god of war, he didn't expect that Han Shilang would make such a decisive move. He was not given the slightest room for negotiation, and only saw the black power, which directly cut the death power he exuded.

But who is the god of war? God of war, the god of war can give up his belief for the sake of strength, how can he endure Han Shilang's words?

With a swing of his palm, the Tiger Spirit long knife appeared between the palms of the war lord, and then only a whistling sound was heard, and the long knife flipped in the air. In an instant, the tiger leap posture directly cut through the sky, slashing towards the direction where Han Shilang was, and the speed was extremely fast.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them were already in a battle, and all that remained in the air was the rapidly colliding gray and black clusters of light.

......

Wu Tianwolf on the side looked at the battle situation on the field, a trace of joy flashed in his eyes, and he muttered in a low voice, "Brother Jiu, looking at the posture, Shiro should be able to win, right?" After all, he is the god of death of the Hades, in charge of the realm of necromancy, representing the most powerful dark element, and should be able to suppress the power of death, right?"

"No, not necessarily, looking at this posture, Shiro really may not be able to win!" Wei Jiu said with a worried face, "It's true that Shiro controls the realm of the dead, but what he majors in is the power of darkness, not the power of death... Although the power of death seems to belong to the dark element, in fact, when it comes to the degree of strength, it only has its own merits!"

"What do you mean by that?" asked Wu Tianwolf puzzled.

In the final analysis, Wu Tianwolf was just an ordinary god, if it weren't for meeting Wei Jiu, I was afraid that he would still be just a god wandering in the secret realm of Huanghuang at this moment. Even if he has reached the cultivation of a god at this moment, he still lacks a certain understanding of power and elemental understanding.

There are many things that Wei Jiu and Han Shilang can understand at a glance, but he needs to comprehend them for a long time.

Talent, this word may seem unattainable, but it is particularly important. However, fortunately, Wu Tianwolf has an extremely motivated heart, and he is unwilling to be a drag on his partner, so along the way, whether it is cultivation or progress in his state of mind, it is particularly obvious.

Faced with the problem of Wu Tianwolf, Wei Jiu was not prepared to hide his secrets, and explained in a low voice, "At first glance, the dark element and the power of death are in the same qi, but in fact, there is no suppressive relationship between the two... The power of death is derived from the dark element, but because it is so powerful, it has been separated from the rules for countless years!"

Wei Jiu's explanation didn't make much of a detour, it was easy to understand, Wu Tianwolf looked at Han Shilang with some concern, and he finally realized that things were not as optimistic as he imagined.

"Shiro is worthy of being in charge of the dark element, those black powers have a deep heritage, and they are unmatched!" Wei Jiu sighed and praised, but then the words changed, "But these gray powers of the God of War of the Soldier Lord also don't look weak, they are vast and majestic, and with the support of the emperor's seal, they can't be consumed at all!"

A little cold sweat appeared above Wu Tianwolf's head, and he hurriedly asked, "Is it Shiro who is powerful?"

After thinking for a moment, Wei Jiu finally shook his head and said helplessly, "It's hard to say... The duel between the two of them, the winner should be five or five points... But there are two things that I'm particularly worried about right now, and if I guess both of these things, Shiro's chances of winning are... Zero!"

"Huh, what's the matter!" Wu Tianwolf hurriedly asked.

"Look at Shiro, he is extremely calm on the surface, and in the middle of the attack, the rules are natural. But in fact, his expression was mixed with too many negative emotions, and his actions were sometimes irritable and sometimes indecisive, and he couldn't give full play to his own advantages at all!" Wei Jiu said helplessly, "If I'm not mistaken, his heart was already messed up before this battle began!"

When the words fell, I only heard Han Shilang roar, and directly slashed the scythe of death.

However, similar to what Wei Jiu guessed, Han Shilang's heart was actually messy for a long time, and he couldn't exert his strength at all. The Scythe of Death is certainly sharp, but if it is not designed in advance, it will be difficult to slash the main god of war in this chaotic attack.

After all, the cultivation of the God of War has reached a peak, his speed is extremely fast, and it is impossible for ordinary attacks to get close.

As soon as the blow missed, Han Shilang's heart was even more angry, and the movements on his palms accelerated again. But the faster he goes, the more messy his attacks become, and there were still a few rules in the past, but now it looks like it's completely chaotic.

"Haha, your attacks are so messy, what's the matter, you're angry, or are you afraid of me?" said the Soldier Master God of War with a laugh.

"Heheda, what's so terrible about a mere evil obstacle that is neither god nor ghost?" Han Shilang roared, "And after I let me destroy you, see how long you can still be arrogant?"

As he spoke, the attack in his hand sped up again, and the black power and the gray brilliance collided wildly. Before you know it, the white skull has already been damaged by as many as seven in this collision, and there are only eighteen skulls on the entire scythe of death.

The underworld is known as the eighteen layers of hell, and it is inhabited by the earliest necromancers in the underworld. And among those eighteen floors, there are eighteen lords, each stronger than the other, unmatched.

These necromantic cultivators are extremely high, entrenched in the eighteenth layer of purgatory, controlling the underworld for many years, and ordinary people entering it will definitely die. It wasn't until the moment the Hades King appeared that this situation finally changed, and the first Hades broke into the eighteenth layer of purgatory alone, killing all the way and bloodbathing all the way.

Finally, the heads of the eighteen Infernal Lords were cut off and hung from the Scythe of Death.

This is the origin of those eighteen skulls, who have been in purgatory for many years, and the death power of these skulls has already reached the extreme. After being made into the scythe of death by the Hades, it has been immersed in the power of darkness for many years, so it has become stronger and stronger.

The Scythe of Death is getting stronger and stronger, similar to the Emperor Tyrant Seal of the Protoss, it is like the belief of a race, and the horror of its power can be imagined.

And these eighteen skulls are not just simple ornaments, the power of death circulating on them is the eighteen ultimate power of death that circulates. Tongue pulling, evil mirror, cow pit, stone press, mortar, blood pool... These eighteen powers are the source of the power of death.

The eighteen Lords of Purgatory can be regarded as the first batch to cultivate the dark element into the power of death. They are the originators of the power of death, capable of smelting, absorbing and devouring all the power of death, and naturally, they can be called the nemesis of all the power of death.

However, at this moment of fighting against the god of war, an embarrassing scene appeared, and this terrifying power did not come in handy.

The power of death realized by the War Lord God of War is extremely terrifying, and if you really want to talk about it, it is still above those eighteen Purgatory Lords. This is probably the so-called, the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, a new generation beats the old, this power of death is actually free from the constraints of the sickle of death.

Finally, after several waves of attacks failed one after another, Han Shilang was a little annoyed.

Looking at the tiger spirit long knife that was getting closer and closer, Han Shilang gritted his teeth, but he didn't even dodge it, and he was stunned and hit it directly. At the same time, the Scythe of Death slashed between his palms, turning into black brilliance and strangling him directly.

Poof, the Tiger Spirit Knife sank into Han Shiro's chest, and blood flowed down his skin.

On the other side, the Death Scythe turned into a black arc of light, which was also wrapped around the body of the War Master. The terrifying black power was like a crazy cutting machine, raging directly above his body.

"Haha, what if you hurt a thousand enemies and lose 800 yourself? What if you are immune to the suppression of the Death Scythe? I want to see how you can turn the sky up now!"

Some smug voices came from the mouth of the soldier master god of war, but then, it stopped abruptly. The imaginary scene did not appear as expected, and he looked at the soldier master and the god of war, and he was also completely in despair, and things were once again beyond his expectations.