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

He originally thought that Ye Tianlong had gone through so many levels and his weapons would have been cleaned up long ago, and a little bit of red would be turned away.

The **** of death has been paying attention since entering the field, his eyes can be clearly identified, Ye Tianlong has no weapons on his body, and there is no redness that makes him jealous.

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 gaming table from the medical room. Because the gambling battle had already settled, there was no security personnel to check Ye Tianlong again.

Ye Tianlong stood at the gaming table with a touch of red.

The **** of death tried to overestimate Ye Tianlong's mind, but did not expect Ye Tianlong to be so cautious and never take him lightly.

"Ye Tianlong, you are really not easy."

Although the **** of death can't wait to thwart Ye Tianlong, he has to admit that this is a headache opponent:

"I admire you very much."

Ye Tianlong's fingers did not hesitate to wipe off the broken carrots: "But, I don't appreciate you."

"A dignified ninth-grade master, he refused to accept the bet and played a murderous trick, Grim Reaper, you really let me down."

"Do you know why there have been no Tenth Rank masters in Toyo? It's because the pattern of Toyo fighters is similar to your Reaper."

He hummed two words: "Narrow!"

Grim Reaper bloomed with an indifferent smile: "Thank you for your advice. After you die, I will definitely retreat and comprehend your words."

"kill me?"

Ye Tian laughed loudly: "In today's environment, do you think you can kill me? Maybe, you died in my hands."

Grim Reaper glanced around. The gambling hall was already in chaos. More than a hundred people were fighting together. One party followed the casino rules and the other party tried to protect the master.

It's just that although the Orientals and the Sambo are brave and good at fighting, they are not at a disadvantage for the time being, but everyone can see that they will definitely lose in the end.

Mrs. Feng and the executive members of the notary group alone had more than two hundred people at the scene, and the entrance was still pouring into Feng's elite...

Several core personnel including Mrs. Feng all withdrew to the upper part of the gambling hall, condescendingly dispatched troops.

Perhaps I felt that there were enough manpower, or I was worried that the gambling hall would shoot, and the stray bullet would injure my own people, and none of the siege elites took out firearms.

But even so, the form is one-sided.

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

"Let me tell you, Mrs. Feng transferred at least a thousand people to the battle today."

Ye Tianlong scared the **** of death: "If you don't want to be really dead, you'd better hurry up and run away."

As a last resort, Ye Tianlong didn't want to go head-to-head with Death, after all, there was still a little gap between himself and him, and he was poisoned for acting just now.

At this time, Mrs. Feng, who mobilized her men to surround Xue Hu and Zhongye Daxiang, turned her eyes to the wide gaming table, staring at Death and screamed:

"Kill the **** of death!"

Ye Tianlong was taken aback for a moment. It was not Madam Feng who acted murderously, but felt the hatred in her tone.

As Ye Tianlong's thoughts turned, the twenty-four men in black rushed towards the **** of death, and a sharp saber flashed out of their hands.

Swords, but not besieged, but projected.

Twenty-four Feng's masters tightened the handle of the knife, and then released it all together, and they cooperated and threw the sharp blade in the palm.

"Swish swish!"

Twenty-four sharp sabers flashed the lights like locusts in an instant, and flew all over the death **** on the gaming table, leaving no dead spots.

The monstrous breath of death.

"by!"

Ye Tianlong secretly cried that Mrs. Feng was too ruthless to ignore his life and death. The next second, he was agile and hugged Jiang Ziran and rolled off the stage.

Then, Ye Tianlong pushed Jiang Ziran behind the can't hand: "Protect Sister Jiang."

When the remnant hand pulled Jiang Ziran back to a corner, Ye Tianlong also squatted on the ground and stared at the gaming table. He knew in his heart that death was difficult to deal with.

He wants to stay and hold the line, lest he be overturned by death.

"Swish swish!"

Only more than ten meters apart, twenty-four sabers were killed in a blink of an eye.

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

The **** of death on the gambling table is really a death messenger, and it is difficult to avoid this murderous knife.

It's just that Death didn't hide at all.

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

The fingertips seem to be weak and silent, but when the saber is clicked, it makes a clear sound, as if it is not a finger, but an ancient **** soldier born in a thousand years.

Ding Ding Ding, as fast as rain.

Dangdang!

The next second, there was a sound of metal landing, and all the sabers were pointed by the finger of death, and none of them fell through.

When each saber was hit by the opponent's fingertips, it fell vertically, like a plane being hit, hitting it heavily on the smooth marble floor.

In an instant, the **** of death was full of sabers before and after, like wild grass, but he did not hurt half of his hair.

The Feng Family master looked at the scene in front of him, and felt a chill surge in his heart, occupying his whole body: This **** of death is really not easy.

"kill me?"

Death sneered: "You are worthy too?"

When the voice fell, the **** of death flew into the air, spread out like a big bird, holding a pinched saber.

The momentum is like a rainbow killing towards the Feng family camp.

He wanted to kill all these masters who dared to attack him, and he wanted to let everyone know that the Toyo Reaper was invincible.

In the death god's thought of killing, Madam Feng yelled again: "Let it go!"

Twenty-four men in black quickly backed away, and at the same time flashed a sharp knife to protect their bodies, then thirty-six men in white clothes stepped forward, raising their hands together.

"Swish swish!"

Two hundred crossbow arrows burst out, whizzing towards the death **** in mid-air.

The tense Ye Tianlong frowned slightly, he could already see that Madam Feng was carefully preparing to besiege Death today.

In other words, this siege was not about maintaining casino rules, but more about her personal grievances with the **** of death.

Ye Tianlong remembered the last conversation. Mrs. Feng once asked herself, what to do when she meets the **** of death? He answered and ran away, and then Madam Feng was angry.

At that time, I didn't understand what kind of anger Madam Feng was. Now Ye Tianlong knew that Madam Feng hated Death from the ground up.

"Swish swish!"

The crossbow bolts cover the sky and the sun, and the gloomy whistling sound that it brings represents a powerful and irresistible killing intent.

Although the Reaper was in the air, he was dissatisfied with his actions. With a sweep of his saber, he turned and drew an arc in front of him.

"Dangdangdang!"

The sound of countless sharp arrows falling to the ground sounded, and Death swept down all the dangerous arrows one by one, and then fell to the ground calmly like a goshawk.

The timing and position he grasped are quite sophisticated, and he knew in his heart that no matter how many arrows, it would only hurt him in the humanoid range.

An arrow brushed his hair, ears, clothes, and heels, but he didn't even look at it.

It didn't take long for the arrows to stop, and Death was surrounded by sharp crossbow arrows, only his front and feet were clean.

Ye Tianlong screamed, this guy is indeed stronger than himself, and he is not much worse than the King of India.

"It's my turn."

The **** of death stood in the middle of the arrows and smiled indifferently. The next second, his toes hit the ground, and the sharp arrows flew out at a speed comparable to lightning in the night sky.

"Ah! Ah!"

The twelve men in white clothes didn't even react to resistance, they were shot to the ground by those fatal arrows, all of them pierced into their chests and shot bleeding.

It was too fast, it was too fast.

The elites of the Feng family were in a daze when they saw this. The 9th-Rank masters were indeed perverted, killing people like weeds.

It's just that they were not afraid. They were well prepared for today's battle. It can be said that Madam Feng trained them for almost a year, and the goal was the **** of death in front of them.

So they knew about the **** of death a long time ago, and they were calm about the fate of their inevitable death.

Seeing that the **** of death was so powerful, Madam Feng narrowed her eyes, but her pretty face was still as cold as frost, and she gave orders without hesitation:

"kill!"