You have a good chance, I accept it.

"Who are you anyway?"

On the ground, the man in black robe looked at Ye Lin in the sky and said angrily, "What the hell is this thing?" He came running for his Holy Blood Scythe as soon as he appeared.

Seeing Ye Lin above him ignoring him and still studying with his Holy Blood Scythe, Li Zhigang's face was filled with sadness and anger.

"Okay, okay, don't tell me. I'll beat you today until you tell me."

I saw Li Zhigang extending his palm with anger on his face.

"Holy Blood Scythe, come back."

As Li Zhigang roared in anger, the Holy Blood Scythe in Ye Lin's hand began to tremble, and there was a distance above it, as if it was about to escape Ye Lin's control.

For a moment, Ye Lin quickly activated the power of Immortal Luck and began to suppress it. Unexpectedly, the suppression was not only ineffective but also made the Holy Blood Scythe become more violent, and auras belonging to the Infinite Weapon burst out.

The infinite weapon also has its own weapon spirit. If the weapon spirit explodes with all its strength, the intensity is no less than that of the Taiyi Xuanxian monk himself.

For a moment, the Holy Blood Scythe flew directly out of Ye Lin's hands and headed straight towards Li Zhigang.

"Hmph, if I hadn't exhausted my original power, a low-grade infinite weapon would still be able to suppress it."

The next moment, the extremely sad and angry aura of the Sky-Swallowing Devil Jar came into Ye Lin's mind. If the source had not been exhausted, he would have been able to suppress and refine the Holy Blood Scythe just in that moment.

"Brother Ye Lin, be careful. The Holy Blood Scythe in that guy's hand is the blood demon sect's supreme treasure. It is a low-grade immeasurable weapon with unrivaled power."

At this time, Ziyun on the ground reminded him kindly.

Ye Lin looked at Li Zhigang who was slowly rising into the sky.

"Hmph, the Infinite Weapon is worthy of being suppressed by a guy like you? Trying to snatch it from my hands is really the most ridiculous thing in the world."

Li Zhigang looked at Ye Lin across from him with a sneer on his face and said, what he held in his hand was the most precious treasure of the Blood Demon Sect, a low-grade immeasurable weapon, a treasure that far exceeded the supreme weapon.

Moreover, the weapon spirit is still in its complete form and can be revived at any time and explode with Taiyi Xuanxian-level power.

The person in front of you wants to take it away? What a joke.

"Oh, even after talking for a long time, it can't change the fact that you are a waste."

Ye Lin's face remained unchanged and he spoke slightly, but when he heard Ye Lin's ironic words, Li Zhigang's face turned blue and white for a while.

I was really slapped away by the person in front of me just now, and I really lost my face for a moment.

But that was because he was careless and was caught off guard by the guy in front of him.

"Hmph, I hope you can still be so stubborn later."

Li Zhigang sneered, and then he held the Holy Blood Scythe in his hand, and a powerful aura that could not be described in words erupted from his body. For a moment, blood-red winds enveloped his entire body.

The Holy Blood Scythe in his hand was emitting an extremely hot red light, and the blood-like light was so bright and bright.

"die."

Li Zhigang stood tall, his face was extremely cold, and his eyes were emitting an extremely strange red light.

He slowly raised his right hand, the Holy Blood Scythe was trembling even more, and streaks of blood were spitting out from the blade.

For a moment, the hairs all over Ye Lin's body stood up. It felt as if he was being targeted by some great terror in the world, and even his breathing slowed down by half a beat.

"Is this the Infinite Instrument? What a powerful aura."

Ye Lin frowned and muttered to himself.