Chapter 681

Ye Tianlong ran around like a rabbit. After several detours, he ran out of the woods.

It's just like I ran in the wrong direction. Instead of running back from the original road, I came to the other end of the mountain forest. Five or six meters away, there was a cliff.

Ye Tianlong, who is about to rush out of the woods, can see the lights in the distance, and the edge of the cliff can also be caught by his eyes.

His body control is amazing, and he stops rushing forward abruptly.

"Pa Pa Pa!"

A few stones were kicked off by their toes and tumbled down from the cliff. It took a long time to hear the echo.

Death did not stop, the distance of eight or nine meters, for him now, almost immediately, close to, again.

Without warning, his hands in gloves, like eagle's claws, grasped Ye Tianlong two meters away.

Since the war, never die!

Ye Tianlong turns around and hides behind a tree with the box.

"Whoosh!"

Talons! Wave!

With a click, the tree with a thick mouth was cut off by death and collapsed, directly pressing against Ye Tianlong.

The shadow of the tree is heavy, and with the leaves shaking, the God of death is also like lightning. He presses against Ye Tianlong, and is indomitable and fierce.

The injured Ye Tianlong's eyes have not changed at all. He has been struggling all the year round on the edge of life and death. His body is agile and staggered.

Then, all of a sudden, he bounced up in the air, kicking away behind all the trees that were pressing against him.

Momentum does not reduce, facing the cold talons, flashed a knife.

In the face of death, ye Tianlong is not afraid.

"Ding!"

With a crisp sound, death's eagle claw was hit by a dagger. Then, the attack became more violent and the force was as strong as the tide.

Ye Tianlong said nothing, Black Dagger repeatedly, every time with 70% power, a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

"Dang!"

It's another heavy impact. Each of them retreats seven or eight steps backward. Ye Tianlong also breaks a tree, causing severe pain in his back.

The God of death also crushed a stone, and his silent eyes finally fluctuated. He spoke coldly, and his voice was thick and hoarse:

"Ye Tianlong, you are wise, put down the box, or you will die in two more rounds."

Ye Tianlong narrowed his eyes and raised the corner of his mouth: "Wolverine seems to have said that too."

He took a deep breath, hid the pain from his body on his face, and gently shook the dagger in his hand: "don't talk nonsense, let's do it."

Death noncommittal sneer, eyes more ferocious: "your little red, do not hand?"

That hidden but not hair thing, how many let death have thorn in the heart.

"Ding -"

at this time, ye Tianlong's mobile phone vibrated three times, and then returned to calm. His eyes twinkled slightly, and his eyes were more strange.

"I don't need a little red now!"

The next second, ye Tianlong takes the lead. With a gorgeous turn of the dagger in his hand, he suddenly draws an arc to the throat of death.

Death didn't even look at it, but he cut it!

"Dang!"

The sound was clear. This time, the dagger trembled violently, which made death numb.

Ye Tianlong not only pressed 90% of his strength, but also didn't touch it as he did several times before. When death flashed by, the dagger burst.

It's accompanied by a white powder.

The powder is pungent, and there's something weird about it.

The God of death quickly moves backward to avoid the cracked iron and white powder. He always knows that ye Tianlong is insidious, so he doesn't touch the powder.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, ye Tianlong flashed a dagger with scarlet eyes. He was completely crazy. The dagger was as fast as lightning and thunderbolt.

Death tried his best to evade. Although it was timely, it was still plundered by the dagger.

"Here it is

His chin was smeared with blood, and the blood was flowing with numbness. Death's eyes were cold, and it was full of killing.

"You see, hurt?"

Ye Tianlong laughs and moves forward. He gains a lot of strength. His offensive changes suddenly. There are strong winds, heavy rain, rough waves and never stop!

The God of death didn't respond. He just waved it with both hands, calmly ordered to open Ye Tianlong's thirteen sabres, and then made a counterattack.

"Click!"

When ye Tianlong's dagger opened death's eagle claw, he swept out with one foot. A small tree was broken on the spot, and his left foot was castrated and swept to death.

With a cold hum of death, ye Tianlong's body suddenly rises again, and the dagger swings horizontally.

"A small skill of carving insects!"

The God of death hums in the face of Ye Tianlong's attack, followed by an instant riot.

"Bang bang!"

The shadow of the tree swayed in the dark, and the two strong shadows collided with each other, attacking each other with fierce momentum.

More than a dozen newly formed saplings were mercilessly swept off by the two people, and the murderous atmosphere loomed in the trees that were constantly falling to the ground."Hoo

After 13 rounds, facing the retreating Ye Tianlong, the God of death suddenly pressed on eight forces and grabbed him with one claw.

Ye Tianlong's face changed slightly. As soon as he lifted the dagger to hold the eagle's claw, death didn't retreat. He suddenly bumped into Ye Tianlong's arms.

The momentum is strong.

Ye Tianlong's face became ugly. He didn't have time to escape. He could only bite his teeth and stabilize his feet. He roared to bear the impact of death.

At the same time, his dagger closed and stabbed death's throat.

Death left hand lift, clap open Ye Tianlong's dagger, the body is still castrated, hit the middle of the dragon's chest.

"Hiss!"

When ye Tianlong's body fell into the air like a broken kite, a stream of blood came out of his mouth and fell on the cliff in an arc.

But at that moment, he also threw out a dagger in his hand. The dagger rubbed death's waist, leaving a bloody scar.

The fallen Ye Tianlong spits out a mouthful of blood. He is not depressed when he is hanged. On the contrary, he can still smile: "dog day, strong enough."

The God of death turned around, ignoring the knife wound on his waist, still expressionless, like a corpse: "game, it's time to end, you're dead."

"No, I can't die."

Ye Tianlong felt the blood from the corner of his mouth, then threw the black box and left the cliff.

This action, immediately let the God of death a Leng, also let the running over baguli several people scream unceasingly, and then they turned and ran to the cliff below.

Not far away, there are noisy steps, obviously the Rong family's reinforcements.

The God of death reacted and was very angry: "looking for death!"

Ye Tianlong faint smile, and then, his right hand on the chest, between the fingers can see a hint of sharp, scarlet.

A little red.

This moment of Ye Tianlong, scattered all impetuous and cynical, only speechless silence and unfathomable.

Originally a little bit of cold and heartless red, now it seems to have a sense of war, become more red, ready to move, will burst out from the palm at any time.

People have souls, and Dao has spirits. The two correspond to each other, and Dao is one.

As soon as death's face changed, he felt the power of Ye Tianlong, and could foresee that a little red flash would be a shock.

Death's eight point winning chance, only five points, five points, that is to gamble.

As soon as he clenched his fist, he was a little reluctant, but at last he moved his step and ran down the cliff like a sharp arrow