One by one, the thunder villains turned by the thunder fell in front of the sickle insects, and the thunder on the thunder villains still remained on their bodies, and the thunder turned into thunder eroded its flesh and bones, causing irreversible injuries.

Zhang Yihan knew that the sickle insect must have fallen in real history, but for some purpose, the historical fragment here changed the way the sickle insect died, allowing him to become stronger and stronger with the passage of time, and they interlopers could only choose to kill the sickle insect in order to survive.

"It's so sad, Xiaobai can see that he is very sad and dead. He's dead. ”

Xiaobai didn't dare to look at the sickle insects, and kept going backwards.

"Dead ......" Zhang Yihan looked at the sickle insect, and could really feel the hidden despair, as Xiaobai said, it died, but not physically dead, but mentally dead.

The people it guarded, its homeland was destroyed, and its anti-heaven will was tormented by the heavens.

Hate! It hurts! Resentment!!

But so what? It chose this path, and God gave it the punishment it deserved. Backwards! You shout again to go against the sky!!

“*&%￥”

The scythe insect looked at him directly, not knowing what to say or what tone it was.

I don't understand, I really don't understand.

"Why?" Xiaobai whispered.

“@#￥%%……”

Xiaobai continued to translate: "Why them? ”

“*&%￥”

"Why?"

Zhang Yihan was chilled by the eyes of the sickle insect, and said in a daze: "I don't know." ”

"Hiss ~~~~~"

The two open mouths of the sickle insect made an extremely piercing chirp, and in the blink of an eye, the sickle insect came to Zhang Yihan's body, the pair of sharp sickles crossed across Zhang Yihan's neck, and there was a piercing sound of iron and stone colliding between the staggered scythes.

The spiritual pressure exploded instantly, and the white explosive air flow rushed up from the side, and the pair of cold scythes of the sickle insect collided with the knife surface of the spiritual pressure, and the sound of the collision of gold and stone clanged.

A layer of blood light unfolded on the sickle, and the blood light cut out horizontally, aiming at Zhang Yihan's neck.

The protection of the spiritual pressure only slows down the speed of the red light a little, this distance is too close, and the scythe has broken into the spiritual pressure, even if the spiritual pressure hinders the attack of the scythe, but the defense against the red light emitted by the scythe is obviously insufficient.

The Prediction Talent is on!

Zhang Yihan could feel the chill in his neck, and felt the great horror of being cut off by the red light in the next moment.

It was too late, it was impossible for the Soul Slayer to be drawn out so quickly to resist the attack, and the defense of the spirit pressure was insufficient, and the pair of long scythes cut off the space for him to move left and right like scissorhands, and the speed of falling backwards was definitely not faster than this red light.

The nirvana, the talent of prediction did not bring him any solution, only an endless chill from the bottom of his heart.

"Brother!"

At the last moment, Xiao Bai's chubby big hand actually reached in, passed through his spiritual pressure, and wrapped his big hand around his neck.

The fat white and delicate big arm appeared countless bloody wounds when it passed through the spiritual pressure layer, and the fingers were also twisted off due to the blocking of the spiritual pressure, and they clicked a few times and folded over.

The red light cut at the arm, and a muffled sound sounded.

Zhang Yihan's eyes could only see a blood-colored color, and wet droplets splashed into his eyes and flowed on his face.

"Die."

Zhang Yihan's cold words sounded, he hugged Xiaobai with one hand and hurriedly retreated a few steps, and with the other hand pulled out the soul slaying knife, and slashed out while retreating.

A white horse shot out from the Soul Slashing Knife and landed in the middle of the scythe of the scythe insect, and the staggered scythe was knocked away, and it was thrown away like a sandbag.

Xiaobai's white arm had now turned into a blur of flesh and blood, and he couldn't even see the shape of the bones clearly. Xiaobai was in pain, crying and shouting, especially after seeing his arm become like this, he cried even more sadly, and he couldn't breathe.

Zhang Yihan clenched his fists and placed Xiaobai aside, his face was already pale.

Bite!!!

The black blade collides with the cyan scythe.

The figures retreated, and they met again.

Countless sword light phantoms suddenly appeared in the air, and sparks flew everywhere.

Their speed has exceeded the limits of what ordinary people can see, and every afterimage is mutilated and discontinuous.

The sword is shining and the wind is roaring.

The nerves are tightened, and the slightest distraction can have a crucial impact on the fight.

Zhang Yihan's tiger mouth was bleeding, his arms were numb, and now every time he swung the knife, he had to use both hands, otherwise he would be split by the force of the sickle, but the flexibility of holding the knife with both hands would be affected, so Zhang Yihan came up with the solution of pushing his left hand to the handle of the knife at the moment of swinging the knife, that is, slapping it on the back of his right hand holding the knife, and every blow would come with a crisp slapping sound.

Although Zhang Yihan is currently at a disadvantage, there is no expression of anxiety or chagrin on his face, on the contrary, his current thinking is surprisingly clear and calm.

Under the talent of "prediction", Zhang Yihan can often defeat the strong with the weak, because all the enemy's actions are under his control, such as the trajectory of the attack, the insidious small movements, and the premeditated big moves.

The speed and strength of the sickle insect are stronger than him, but under the talent of prediction, Zhang Yihan can stalemate with it, but the situation is not optimistic. The power of the scythe insect bursting out under the despair is becoming more and more terrifying, and as time goes by, the historical fragments will increase the strength of the core, so after fighting for so long, the scythe insect has become more and more courageous, and its physical strength has not been reduced at all.

However, Zhang Yihan was not afraid, he was as calm as a hunter hiding in the grass waiting for his prey, not in a hurry or impatient, his eyes scanned every movement of the sickle insect, every joint of his body.

Black light flashes.

The moment the scythe stabbed out, the figure squatted down suddenly, but the scythe still pierced Zhang Yihan's shoulder.

The sound of flesh piercing was surprisingly loud, but the scythe insects were shocked to find that the scythe hand had been cut off.

He did it on purpose!!

At the moment when the scythe pierced the body, the scythe was clamped by the friction of flesh and bones, causing the scythe to not be able to be withdrawn in time, and the soul slashing knife seized the time to cut at the scythe joint.

Under normal circumstances, if Zhang Yihan directly attacked its joints, the sickle insect would inevitably rebound with force, and would not give Zhang Yihan the possibility of cutting off its sickle. But with the bones of his arm in the way, the scythe was caught in the flesh, and the Soul Slayer struck a blow.

Of course, the price is that his arm is splashed with flesh and blood, and his left hand is almost scrapped.

What a crazy way to play! Swapping injuries for injuries is so ruthless and so resolute.

The face of the sickle insect could not express its emotions, but its voice conveyed its appreciation. The sickle insect is worthy of being a rebel, and he was not shocked by Zhang Yihan's madness at all, but became more warlike.

The scythe swung up and down, urging Zhang Yihan to get ready again, his eyes as if they were emitting a dangerous and excited signal.

"Sure enough...... Idiot. ”

Zhang Yihan's hand raised the knife and fell, and in the blink of an eye, the figure floated to the other side, and there was a little blood stain left on the soul slaying knife, and the blood stains were waved off under an elegant knife.

The sickle insect froze in place, its head still trying to turn around, what had just happened was like a streamer, and it didn't understand anything. However, it does not need to understand, because its head has fallen to the ground, and there is an extremely smooth cut on its neck and head.