"kill!"

Twenty-four men in white clothes shook their right hands, a saber flashed out, and then moved their steps, besieging Death without a word.

Ye Tianlong frowned and wanted to step forward, but watched the chaotic situation and stopped temporarily.

At this time, rushing up, it is easy to be shot indiscriminately.

He also glanced at Xue Hu and Li Xin. Zhongye and their manpower had been overwhelmed by half, relying on Zhongye and Sambo to support them.

Although they had retreated to the outside of the gambling hall in the chaos, they still couldn't get away easily, and the guards outside still tightly surrounded them.

If they had to stay alive, the Nakano group would have died long ago.

Li Xin and Xue Mingli's faces were pale, while Xue Hu's face was calm, calm as a walking dead.

Whether he is dead or alive today, his foundation in Australia is gone. How can Xue Hu not face ashes?

Ye Tianlong shook his head lightly, then turned his gaze back to Death.

At the moment in the gambling hall, there was only Death on the battlefield alone, and it was also his contest with Madam Feng.

Facing the attack, the **** of death still had a deadly expression on his face. He walked in instead of retreating without a flash, waving his saber towards the front.

"when!"

With a crisp sound, the man in white clothes at the front was cut by death, and he fell to the ground with a knife, spouting a large amount of blood from his neck.

The dead cannot die again.

Then, the **** of death calmly rushed into the encirclement of Feng's house, bowed his head, turned around, and bent his knees.

With a calmness and calculation ability that was completely beyond ordinary people's imagination, he calmly let go of all weapons that might harm him.

Then he handed out his saber straight.

"what--"

There were exclaims, screams, and grunts.

As the **** of death shot mercilessly, opponents kept falling beside him, blood stained the ground, and people died.

The **** of death is like a death messenger emerging from hell.

He was harvesting the opponent's life in the calmest, most violent and **** way, and also the most frightening and painful way.

There were fewer and fewer people in front of the **** of death, but more and more dead bodies on the ground, and the blood irritated the eyes more and more.

"Ding!"

Suddenly, the **** of death stood in the middle of the aisle and stopped. There was no one standing beside him.

Around him, thirty-six men in white clothes were lying in a pool of blood, none of them survived.

The **** of death slowly raised his head and looked at the twenty-four men in black not far away: "Come!"

Madam Feng looked at him blankly, without any emotions in her eyes. At the juncture of life and death, she possessed indifference and perseverance that ordinary people can hardly imagine.

"kill!"

Twenty-four men in black also rushed up.

Death was expressionless, his left foot kept tapping out, and a dozen crossbow arrows were shot backward.

"Ah, ah! Ah-"

There was a scream, and a dozen men in black blocked them with all their strength, but they still couldn't stop the arrow shot by the **** of death, and they continued to die on the ground.

The armor on their bodies was vulnerable to the toughness of death, and it shattered like rags.

It's just that as soon as they fall, the people behind will fill the vacancy with death.

"Wow!"

When Grim Reaper shot the sixteen Feng Family elites, the remaining eight men in black finally rushed to Grim Reaper.

Reaper raised his hand with a saber.

The eight men in black also shook their right hands, and the eight sharp knives turned into eight fighting spirits.

They forcibly sealed the imposing sword of the **** of death!

"boom!"

A loud bang exploded, the knives shattered, blood splashed, the formation was a little messy, and the entire hallway was covered in blood.

The eight men in black had their sharp knives broken to the ground, and they also fell everywhere. Although they were strong enough, they still couldn't hold the death blow.

"flutter!"

Eight men in black fell to the ground, spitting out blood.

Ye Tianlong glanced around and judged that they were seriously injured, and could not help but cried out for the strength of the true grandma of Death.

"Catch the thieves first!"

Perhaps it was because he felt the Feng family's elite continue to flow, the **** of death flicked his saber, his eyes fixed on Madam Feng and rushed over.

He wanted to take down the woman, then hijacked and rescued Nakano Daxiang, and finally gave the blood of Ocheng a lesson.

As for Ye Tianlong, he can only kill it next time.

"Huhuhu!"

Seeing the **** of death rushing towards him, Madam Feng's pretty face still did not fluctuate, but she slightly turned her hair and gave the command: "Kill!"

A group of gray-clothed men stepped out, throwing a hatchet in their hands at the same time.

"call--"

The hatchet was overwhelming to the **** of death, and countless broken noises rang around him.

The **** of death frowned for the first time, as if she didn't expect Madam Feng to be so prepared, and at the same time smelled a sign of danger.

Mrs. Feng seemed to be directed at him.

It's just fine anyway. His top priority is to win Mrs. Feng, otherwise Daxiang Nakano and others who are compressed in a corner will be killed.

Reaper's wrist turned, and his saber swung out again and again.

"Dangdangdang!"

In a intensive sound, the short axe was calmly dropped by the **** of death, but compared to the original crossbow arrows and sabers, the short axe was much stronger.

Thirty-six axe points fell, and Death was still unscathed, but one point of physical strength was consumed, and his wrist was sore.

"kill!"

Madam Feng coldly issued a command, looking at the **** of death who was struggling like a dying beast.

She knows that the opponent's force value is too abnormal. If she wants to kill him, she needs patience and has to wait for the best chance.

Hunters always need a little patience with huge prey.

However, the dominance of the **** of death is still beyond Madam Feng's imagination, thirty-six men in grey clothes rushed up with an axe, and still did not hack the **** of death.

In the indifferent light of the death god, they fell one by one, and the distance between the death **** and Madam Feng kept getting closer.

As if no one can stop him.

"what--"

In a cold light of the knife, the **** of death cut down the last two gray-clothed men with axe, and then the blade pointed at Madam Feng with a murderous look.

"boom!"

At the same moment, twenty-four people from Tsing Yi crossed over and held a shield to protect Mrs. Feng. Then, twenty-four guns came out from behind the shield.

Ten men with big waists flashed on both sides, one by one with knives and guns in their hands, Lin Rushui also showed up, blocking the protection of Madam Feng.

At the same time, there is a steady influx of elites from all sides at the entrance.

"Do you think this can stop me?"

In Ye Tianlong's solemn gaze, the **** of death laughed wildly: "Too naive."

After speaking, he suddenly moved.

Not moving is like a mountain, but moving is the turbulent waves, the earth shakes and the mountains shake.

The **** of death lifted his left hand, grabbed the row of chairs in the stands, yanked and smashed.

The chair was lifted up, and in the next second, Reaper flicked his hands, and dozens of chairs exploded and slammed into the entrance to block the reinforcements.

When Madam Feng's eyelids twitched, Death's right foot suddenly lifted, and then he stomped on the floor.

"boom"

In a loud cracking sound, the smooth floor was stepped on by the foot of death, and the cracks like spider webs spread instantly.

A full five or six square meters of ground was crushed into countless stones.

"boom!"

The next second, Reaper's left foot stamped on the ground.

As a result, the countless pieces of rubble all bounced with a bang.

"kill!"

Death roared and slammed his hands.

Countless stones scattered suddenly, and shot in Madame Feng's direction frantically.

"Madam, be careful!"

When Lin Rushui threw herself down on Mrs. Feng, countless broken stones blasted over like cannonballs.

"Pump pound!"

Amid the dull sound, dozens of charged Feng's elite bodies shook tremendously, and each of them spurted blood and hovered to the ground.

Then, the shield in front of Madam Feng also collapsed, and the men in Tsing Yi flew out, screaming one after another.

Even more than a dozen men with big waists kept backing away from the gravel attack, and then fell to the ground and groaned.

When the scene was in great chaos, Death suddenly moved forward and went straight to the fallen Madam Feng.

"Madam, go!"

Lin Rushui threw her out of Madam Feng, keeping her seven or eight meters away from her, and at the same time flashed a shot to shoot at Death.

"Pump pound!"

Lin Rushui shot three bullets in one breath, but they were all easily avoided by the **** of death, and then he tried to pull the trigger, but was kicked out by the **** of death.

"flutter!"

Lin Rushui turned around, his whole body flew up, and then spouted a mouthful of blood...

The **** of death looked at Madam Feng not far away, and a hunter's smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Madam, what if you have more people?"

"Who else can protect you now?"

He stretched out his hand and bounced his shoulder to smear blood, and looked at the still calm Madam Feng and said: "Today's game is destined to be the winner."

"Your uncle, did you forget me again?"

Ye Tianlong walked through the dust and stood in front of Death slowly: "With me, you will never be a winner."

The corner of Mrs. Feng's mouth moved, and her pretty face made a complicated voice: "Ye Tianlong, didn't you just run away when you saw Death?"

"This...yes...but that was when there was no wife..."

Ye Tianlong coughed: "Madam is in a hurry, how can Tianlong run away? If Death wants to move you, he must step on my body."

Madam Feng's eyes softened, and then she returned to coldness: "Thank you."

"Ye Tianlong, are you really looking for death?"

When the **** of death saw Ye Tianlong stand in front of him, his eyes were cold and he shouted: "I will let you go again today. If you don't hurry to get out, you are going to die?"

"What do you mean by letting me go?"

Ye Tianlong smiled faintly: "You are not sure to kill me, so don't do it with me, otherwise you would have torn me to pieces."

Grim Reaper's eyes were like electricity, and the pressure on his body radiated to his heart: "I'm not sure to kill you. Do you have the confidence to block me?"

Ye Tianlong's expression became serious, and he thought for a while and said, "I always have to try."

Next, the **** of death did not speak any more, Ye Tianlong also became quiet, Madam Feng and the wounded were also silent.

The gambling hall was silent, but everyone knew that the war was coming.

No one knows how long the time has passed, maybe one minute, maybe ten minutes, maybe half an hour, and the two of them didn't do anything.

Everything in the world seems to have been still, but in this dull and still world, suddenly, a dazzling light appeared.

The **** of death shot his sword silently.

"Wow!"

Compared to the violent massacre of the Quartet just now, Death is much quieter at this moment.

The speed of the saber stabbing is not amazing, just like a breeze blowing through the window, slowly stabbing out, but it contains a huge fighting spirit.

Ye Tianlong's eyelids jumped, and his right hand also grabbed a saber.

"Wow!"

His grasp of the knife was extremely swift and violent, almost like lightning, and as soon as he grasped the handle of the knife, the tip of the knife had already poked death in the throat.

The battle of life and death begins.