Chapter 1927

Seeing a little red in the carrot, death's face moved slightly.

He originally thought that after so many hurdles, ye Tianlong's weapons had been cleaned up, and he would be refused a little red.

The God of death has been paying attention since he came into the arena. His eyes can clearly recognize that ye Tianlong has no weapons and does not make him afraid of a little red.

But he never thought that ye Tianlong hid five carrots, and then took the confiscated carrots back under the guise of poisoning.

Ye Tianlong quietly returned to the gambling table from the medical room, because the gambling war had settled, so there was no security personnel to check Ye Tianlong again.

Ye Tianlong also stands on the gambling table with a little red.

Death tried to overestimate Ye Tianlong's mind, but did not expect that ye Tianlong was so cautious and did not take him lightly.

"Ye Tianlong, you are really not simple."

Although the God of death wanted to frustrate Ye Tianlong, he had to admit that he was a headache opponent:

"I appreciate you very much."

Ye Tianlong's fingers gently wiped off the carrot fragments: "but I don't appreciate you."

"A great master of nine grades, he didn't admit defeat to gambling and played the game of killing people. Death, you really let me down."

"Do you know why Toyo hasn't had any top ten experts? It's because the pattern of Oriental warriors is similar to that of death. "

He hummed out two words: "narrow minded!"

Death bloomed a cold smile: "thank you for your advice. After you die, I will shut up and understand your words."

"Kill me?"

Ye Tian burst out laughing: "in this kind of environment today, do you think you can kill me? Maybe you died in my hands. "

The God of death looks around. The Gambling Hall is in chaos. More than 100 people are fighting together. One side implements the rules of the gambling house, the other side tries to protect the master.

But although the Japanese and Sambo are brave and good at fighting, they are not in a bad position for the time being, but everyone can see that they will lose in the end.

Mrs. Feng and the executive members of the notary group, there are more than 200 people at the scene alone, and the entrance is still pouring into the elite of the Feng family

Mrs. Feng and several other core personnel all retreated to the top of the Gambling Hall and dispatched troops from a commanding position.

Maybe they think there are enough people, or they are worried that the Gambling Hall will shoot, and the stray bullets will hurt their own people. The elite of the siege have not taken out their guns to shoot.

But even so, the form is one-sided.

Death frowned slightly, thinking whether to kill Ye Tianlong or take Zhongye Daxiang out first.

"I tell you, madam Feng has transferred at least 1000 people to hold the battle today."

Ye Tianlong scares the God of death: "if you don't want to die, you'd better get up your tail and run."

As a last resort, ye Tianlong didn't want to fight with death. After all, he was still a little behind him, and he was poisoned for acting just now.

At this time, Mrs. Feng, who has mobilized her men to surround Xue Hu and Nakano Daxiang, has turned her eyes to the wide gambling table and stares at the God of death with a sharp drink:

"kill the God of death!"

Ye Tianlong is slightly stunned. It's not that Mrs. Feng has killed her, but that she feels the hatred in her tone.

In Ye Tianlong's mind turning, 24 men in black rushed to the God of death, with a sharp sword in their hands.

It's a knife, but it's not a kill, it's a shot.

Twenty four Feng family masters hold the handle tightly and then release it together. They cooperate with each other to throw out the sharp blade.

"Whoosh, whoosh!"

Twenty four sharp sabers, flashing lights like locusts, flew to the God of death on the gambling table, leaving no dead corner.

The breath of death.

"Damn it

Ye Tianlong called to Mrs. Feng that she was too ruthless and didn't care about his life and death. The next second, he was agile and rolled down from the stage with Jiang Ziran in his arms.

Then, ye Tianlong pushed Jiang Ziran to the back of the remnant hand: "protect sister Jiang."

In the residual hand holding Jiang Ziran back to a corner, ye Tianlong also half squatted on the ground staring at the gambling table, he knew that death is difficult to deal with.

He's going to stay and hold down the battle so that death won't upset him.

"Whoosh, whoosh!"

At a distance of less than ten meters, twenty-four swords were killed in a twinkling of an eye.

The speed of the saber is terrifying, and its power is amazing. No one can imagine that someone can escape such a dense and sudden attack.

The God of death on the gambling table is really the messenger of death, and it's hard to avoid the knife.

But death didn't hide at all.

When twenty-four knives were shot around him, he just stretched out two slender fingers and casually clicked in mid air.

The fingertips seem to be soft and silent, but when they touch the saber, they make a clear sound, as if they were not fingers, but ancient magic soldiers born for thousands of years.

Dangdang!

The next second, a sound of metal landing sounded, and all the sabres were touched by death's fingers.Each saber fell vertically when it was hit by the fingertips of the other side, just like a plane that was hit down and heavily hit on the smooth marble floor.

In an instant, the God of death was covered with swords, just like wild grass, but he didn't hurt half a hair.

Looking at the scene, the master of Feng family felt a chill surge in his heart and occupied his whole body: the God of death is really not simple.

"Kill me?"

Death sneer: "you also deserve?"

As the voice fell, death flew into the air, unfolding his posture like a big bird, holding a sword.

Momentum such as rainbow killed to Feng family camp.

He wants to kill all the masters who dare to attack him. He wants to let everyone know that Toyo death is invincible.

In the idea of death's killing, Mrs. Feng once again said: "let go!"

Twenty four men in black stepped back quickly and flashed a sharp knife to protect them. Then 36 men in white stepped forward and raised their hands.

"Whoosh, whoosh!"

Two hundred crossbows and arrows burst out, whistling at death in mid air.

Nervous Ye Tianlong frowned slightly. He could see that Mrs. Feng was well prepared to attack death today.

In other words, this round of killing is not to maintain the rules of the gambling house, but more about her personal enmity with death.

Ye Tianlong thought of the last conversation. Mrs. Feng once asked herself what to do when she met death? He said run away, and then Mrs. Feng was angry.

At that time, I didn't know what kind of spirit Feng Fu had in his life. Now ye Tianlong knows that Mrs. Feng hates death from the bottom of her heart.

"Whoosh, whoosh!"

Crossbows and arrows block out the sky and the sun, and the gloomy whistling sound of them represents the power and irresistible killing intention.

Although the God of death was in mid air, he was dissatisfied with his actions. With a sweep and a turn of the sword, he drew an arc in front of him.

"Dangdang!"

Countless sharp arrows fell to the ground. Death swept down all the dangerous arrows one by one, and then fell to the ground like an eagle.

His timing and position were perfect. He knew in his heart that no matter how many arrows could hurt him, it was only human form.

The arrows brushed his hair, ears, clothes and heels, but he didn't even look at them.

Before long, the arrow stopped. Death was surrounded by sharp arrows, only his front and feet were clean.

Ye Tianlong whispered, this guy is really stronger than himself. He is not much worse than the king of India.

"It's my turn."

Death stands in the middle of the arrow and smiles coldly. The next second, his toes are on the ground. The sharp arrows fly out one by one, and the speed is comparable to that of lightning in the night sky.

"Ah! Ah

Twelve men in white didn't even react to resist, so they were overturned on the ground by those lethal arrows, all of which were pierced into the chest with explosive bleeding flowers.

It's too fast. It's too fast.

Feng family elite see this are slightly trance, nine grade master really abnormal, killing like kill grass mustard.

But they were not afraid. They had prepared for today's World War I. It can be said that Mrs. Feng had trained them for almost a year, and the goal was the God of death.

Therefore, they have long known the God of death, and they are calm about their inevitable death.

Seeing that the God of death was so powerful, Mrs. Feng's eyes narrowed, but her pretty face was still as cold as frost. Then she did not hesitate to order:

"kill!"