"What? Your Majesty, didn't you say you wanted your Shanhe Fan back? Why didn't you come and get it in person? Why let some irrelevant people die for you in vain?"
Yang Kun hated people who used others as cannon fodder, so he said with a joking expression.
However, Chu Batian seemed to be very stable and did not really rush over because of Yang Kun's words. He snorted coldly and said: "Yang Kun, don't be too proud. This time, I'm afraid you can't do it again."
It’s hard to be arrogant!”
"Oh? Looking at the confident look on your face, could it be that you brought some more powerful magic weapons this time? Ahem, I still have almost a thousand skeleton soldiers without weapons. Thank you for sending me weapons.
Come on, haha!"
Chu Batian laughed and said: "You think it is really beautiful, but I believe you will stop laughing soon!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a black shadow cast in the sky, followed by gusts of wind.
Yang Kun raised his eyes and recognized the identity of the guy at a glance. He saw that it was a giant spiritual vulture, which was the same undead vulture that Nether Walker rode when he escaped.
In the sky above the undead vulture, a general with a broken arm was standing, but his armor was already stained with brown blood, his hair was a little disheveled, and he looked a little embarrassed.
Whoosh~!
The undead vulture circled in the air. When it saw the piles of corpses on the ground, it screamed excitedly and wanted to have a meal, and its saliva could not help but flow out.
If the Nether Walker on the back of the undead vulture hadn't scolded him in a low voice, he might have been ready to pounce on the corpses that were starting to stink.
The undead vulture landed on the ground unwillingly. The Nether Walker stood on the back of the undead vulture and shouted to Yang Kun: "Hey, brat, do you still remember me?"
Yang Kun rolled his eyes and said: "Don't think that I won't recognize you if you change your vest. What's more, you haven't even changed your vest. By the way, why are you doing so poorly these days? You can't even buy new clothes."
Get up?"
Netherworld Walker looked a little ugly and said: "You brat, don't give me such a playful smile. I'm telling you, today is the day you die!"
"Oh? Really? Then how do I remember who ran away with his tail between his legs last time in Beast Town?"
"..."
Yang Kun turned his face and said to Chu Batian: "When did the prince of Guizhou City become involved with the Nether Walker? Oh, I forgot, in fact, you have already been involved with the ghost people. If your father
If he knew you were doing this, wouldn't you be afraid that he would slap you?"
Chu Batian said: "My purpose is to kill you. Anyone who can help me kill you is my friend. Anyone who is your enemy is my Chu Batian's friend! I don't care if he is a member of the ghost clan or not."
As for people, it’s just my father’s grudge.”
Yang Kun shook his head, sighed and smiled helplessly: "It seems you are hopeless!"
Zhao Qianying quickly spoke for Chu Batian and said: "Yang Kun, I think you are the hopeless person! The reason why His Majesty the Prince did this was because you forced him to do this. The reason why he did this was not for
Get rid of you scum."
"Haha, to get rid of this scum like me? Very good, then I want to see who gets rid of whom today?" After that, Yang Kun summoned the Death Scythe with a sonorous sound and held it tightly in his hand.
The veins in Yang Kun's arm swelled, and the underworld energy was poured into the handle of the Death Scythe through the meridians, and then integrated into the blade. There was only a hissing sound, and the Death Scythe was as bright as a star, making people blind.