Chapter 1930

"What's the matter with the boy?"

The God of death, who was close to the gambling table, was slightly stunned. He knew the power of his attack. Even if he didn't kill Ye Tianlong, he was half dead.

How can it be so elegant and easy?

Especially when I think of Ye Tianlong's cry, death can't stop shivering in his heart. Does this guy also have an epiphany?

Death muttered to himself, "how could this be possible?"

Ye Tianlong ignored the God of death and took a deep breath. A very quiet spiritual sense was rising from the bottom of his mind.

The heaven and the earth become small and transparent in this moment, and they are the center of the sky. Every move is the rising and setting of the sun, thunder and lightning.

With inexplicable joy, ye Tianlong is immersed in the realm of heaven and earth singing. He has a long way to go in the future, but he will eventually set foot on another new world.

"Boy, are you playing Yin again?"

The God of death's eyes twinkled with a banter: "I'm going to be killed soon. In order to get a life, I'll pretend to be a ghost and play breakthrough?"

"You think I'll believe it, you think I'll be fooled by you?"

Death reached out and gently pressed his broken rib: "I tell you, you will never live today."

The sound of the sea crying, I'll make you cry enough later, death's expression becomes ferocious, and the killing intention condenses again, like the surge of rivers.

Ye Tianlong wiped the blood from his face and politely held his hand: "death, you have missed the chance."

His voice showed a strong self-confidence, and the deep eyes and the power of dominating the world made death feel heavy for a moment.

Be reborn!

Did you really help this asshole?

A thought flashed through death's mind, and then roared: "don't say I don't believe you break through, even if your realm is Jiupin, how about it?"

"What are you going to do against me, who was the ninth grade five years ago?"

The God of death stares at Ye Tianlong like a fierce beast: "today you will die."

With the rampant killing intention and the dust flying from the ruins of the gambling table, the God of death seems to become a real God of death.

Cold, bloodthirsty!

The next second, he grabbed a saber and rushed to Ye Tianlong.

Ye Tianlong didn't dodge. He just looked at death peacefully. Before, he would be confused by the momentum of death, but now he can see it calmly.

He can even see that a drop of blood on the saber shakes off, smashes, and then turns into powder and disappears in the power of death.

The world is still this world, but ye Tianlong is not that ye Tianlong.

Seeing that ye Tianlong is so calm, death laughs wildly and puts all his strength on.

"Ah -"

before the blade cut Ye Tianlong, Mrs. Feng's body was shaking.

This is not because of Mrs. Feng's inner fear, but her body's instinctive reaction, her body felt the power and danger of that knife.

Madam Feng's face is pale as frost. She grabs the gun and pulls it at death, but finds that there are no bullets.

In the clattering sound of the empty gun, Mrs. Feng was indignant: "don't --"

"Hoo!"

As the distance gets closer, death thunders, and the sword breaks through the air. A huge shadow of the sword falls down on Ye Tianlong.

Nothing is indestructible, nothing can be cut.

Madam Feng subconsciously wants to close her eyes. She can't bear to see that ye Tianlong is cut in half by death.

"Whoosh!"

At this time, a red light broke through the air.

In a flash.

The huge shadow of the sword was like a mountain. A little red shadow was very small, but it was unstoppable.

The sword and the red shadow suddenly collide with each other, and the huge shadow breaks a hole in it, which instantly turns into the air and disappears.

"Rush

The next second, all the actions suddenly condensed, everything in the huge Gambling Hall seemed to have stopped at this moment.

Although it was not very loud, Mrs. Feng seemed to be standing beside her. She could hear it clearly.

The sound of a knife in the throat.

"Was Ye Tianlong killed?"

Mrs. Feng's body trembled again. She gritted her teeth and opened her eyes. She saw the God of death standing in front of Ye Tianlong, and the sword fell on his neck.

The sword stopped there, and so did the man. Death seemed to be suddenly frozen, while ye Tianlong stood still, and his expression did not change.

Mrs. Feng was so worried that she wanted to step forward, but she felt powerless. In other words, she didn't dare to face the result. She was worried that it was hard for her to bear.

"Hoo -"

a touch of blood fell from ye Tianlong's neck. The blood slowly fell along the edge of the sharp weapon and slowly dropped to the ground.

Blood flow is very slow, very slow, but in the sunshine outside the window, but with an indescribable sense of suffocation.

The world seems to stop at this moment, all the focus is also focused on this moment.At this moment, no matter Mrs. Feng or the broken hands who rushed in, they all held their breath. No one knew the outcome of the battle.

However, there is blood on the knife. Naturally, there will be a victory or a defeat. This is the cruelty and the value of things in the world.

"Tianlong!"

Jiang Ziran, who rushes in, can't help but burst into tears. He wants to rush forward, but he is held by maishou and Mo Yuge.

Many people have already seen the horror of death. If he doesn't die, Jiang Ziran rushes up and turns into a corpse.

Mo Yuge several people's faces are ugly: "Ye Tianlong!"

At the moment, in the door of the fight in the wild Daxiang they are all taken, the door has been reopened, into a large number of Phoenix elite and gambling Association bodyguards.

They carry Nakano Daxiang and others to come forward, and then they gather around Mrs. Feng and look at the strange picture in front of them.

They also raised their guns to the God of death in view.

Half a minute later, on the silent gambling table, the situation of confrontation was finally relaxed.

the sword of Ye bubiao's finger is sticking out of his neck.

But although the blood came out, ye Tianlong was still very self-conscious and didn't care. He continued to move the saber with his fingers.

"Dang!"

When ye Tianlong slipped the saber from his shoulder, death's standing body swayed, and then fell straight back.

"Bang!"

In the surprised eyes of Mrs. Feng and remnant hand, the God of death fell heavily on the messy ground, and the sword fell off from the palm of the hand.

And on his throat, there is a red spot, no blood gushing out, but the vitality has been cut.

Death's eyes almost gaped, filled with shock, indignation, reluctance, and unspeakable disbelief.

He never thought that he would die in the land of China, let alone in the hands of Ye Tianlong.

His thunderous sword infuses his whole body's power just to kill Ye Tianlong to the ground. Unexpectedly, he was shot and killed by a little red.

The last ray of light in death's eyes seems to be questioning the injustice of fate, but also contains deep regret and indignation.

"Rush

Ye Tianlong leaned over, caught a little red and pulled it out.

A stream of blood shot out in an instant, at least two meters high, as beautiful as fireworks, then slowly fell, and finally fell to the ground

The last light in the eyes of the God of death, then slowly passed away and became the darkness of the dead.

Ye Tianlong's right hand: "death is dead!"

After the silence of death, the despairing sighs and roars of several Asians, such as Takao Nakano, can change the color of heaven and earth:

"death --"

Mrs. Feng's face is full of tears.

It's four o'clock today.