Talented Genius

"What's wrong with this kid?"

The Death God approaching the gaming table was slightly startled, he knew the power he had just attacked, even if he didn't kill Ye Tianlong, he would still be half dead.

How could it be so elegant and calm?

Especially when thinking of Ye Tianlong's cry of the sea, Death couldn't help trembling in his heart. Could this guy also have an epiphany in his realm?

The **** of death muttered to himself: "How is this possible?"

Ye Tianlong ignored the **** of death, took a deep breath, a very quiet spiritual sensation, rising from the depths of his mind.

The sky and the earth became small and transparent at this moment, and he was the center of the sky, and every gesture was the sun rising and the sunset, thunder and lightning flashed.

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

"Boy, playing with Yin again?"

There was a joking flicker in Death God's eyes: "I'm going to be beaten to death. In order to save my life, I will pretend to be a ghost and play a breakthrough?"

"Do you think I will believe, do you think I will be fooled by you?"

Reaper stretched out his hand and gently pressed his broken rib: "I tell you, you will never survive today."

The sound of the sea crying, I will let you cry enough later, the expression of death becomes savage, and the killing intent is again concentrated, as if the river is skyrocketing.

Ye Tianlong wiped the blood off his face, and politely side his hand: "Reaper, you have missed the opportunity."

There was a strong self-confidence in his tone, and the deep eyes and the might of the world made the **** of death feel heavy for a while.

Reborn!

Did he really make this bastard?

A thought flashed through Death God's mind, and then he roared: "Don't say I don't believe you break through, even if your realm is 9th grade?"

"You just entered, what do you use to fight me who was a 9th-Rank five years ago?"

The **** of death stared at Ye Tianlong like a fierce beast: "Today you are bound to die."

The monstrous killing intent was raging wildly, the ruins of the casino table dust flying, at this moment, the **** of death turned into a real **** of death.

Cold and bloodthirsty!

In the next second, he grabbed a saber and rushed towards Ye Tianlong like a rainbow.

Ye Tianlong did not evade, but looked at Death peacefully. In the past, he would be confused by the current aura of Death, but now he can see clearly.

He could even see that a drop of blood on the saber fell under the strength of the **** of death, shattered, and then turned into powder and disappeared.

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

Seeing Ye Tianlong's calmness, the **** of death laughed wildly, and his entire skill was overwhelmed.

"what--"

Before the blade reached Ye Tianlong, the struggling Madam Feng's body was already shaking.

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

Madam Feng's face was as pale as frost, she grabbed the gun and slammed it at Death, but found that there were no bullets.

Amidst the creaking empty guns, Mrs. Feng felt sad and indignant: "Don't—"

"call!"

The distance narrowed, the death **** thunderous blow, the sword qi broke through the air, a huge sword shadow like a **** of punishment from the sky, crashing down on Ye Tianlong.

Nothing is indestructible, nothing is indestructible.

Madam Feng wanted to close her eyes subconsciously, and couldn't bear to see Ye Tianlong being cut in half by the **** of death.

"Wow!"

At this moment, a red light burst into the air.

Fleeting.

The huge shadow of the knife was pressed down like a mountain, and a little red shadow appeared extremely small, but unstoppable.

The saber and Hong Ying instantly rushed together, and the huge knife shadow broke open a hole in it, instantly turning into a sky full of energy, dissipating invisible.

"flutter!"

In the next second, all movements suddenly condensed, and everything in the big gambling hall seemed to have stopped at this moment.

Although this movement was not very loud, Mrs. Feng seemed to be standing next to her, and she could hear everything clearly.

The sound of a knife in the throat.

"Could it be that Ye Tianlong was killed?"

Madam Feng trembled again, gritted her teeth and opened her eyes with difficulty, and saw the **** of death standing in front of Ye Tianlong with the saber in his hand falling on his neck.

The knife stopped there, and the people stopped there. The **** of death was suddenly frozen, and Ye Tianlong also stood still, his expression unchanged.

Mrs. Feng felt a little nervous, she wanted to step forward but she felt weak, or she was afraid to face the result, worried that she would be hard to bear.

"call--"

A smear of blood slid down from Ye Tianlong's neck, and the blood slowly slid down the edge of the sharp weapon, slowly dripping to the ground.

The blood flow was very slow and slow, but in the sunlight outside the window, there was an indescribable sense of suffocation.

The world seems to stop at this moment, and all the focuses are gathered at this moment.

At this moment, whether it was Mrs. Feng or the remnants who rushed in, they all held their breath, and no one knew the outcome of the battle.

However, there is blood on the knife, and there will be a victory or defeat, and a victory or defeat can naturally be divided. This is the cruelty and preciousness of things in the world.

"Dragon!"

Jiang Ziran, who rushed in, couldn't hold back at first, tears streaming down his face and wanted to rush forward, but was firmly held by Canshou and Mo Yuge.

Many people have already seen the horror of the **** of death. In case Jiang Ziran rushes forward, it will definitely become a corpse.

The expressions of Mo Yuge and several people were also ugly: "Ye Tianlong!"

At this moment, Daxiang Nakano, who was fighting at the door, were all taken down. The door had been reopened, and a large number of Fengjia elite and bodyguards of the Gambling Association poured in.

They carried Nakano Daxiang and the others, and then gathered together beside Madam Feng, watching the weird picture ahead.

They also raised their guns and faced the death in sight.

After half a minute, the confrontation on the silent gaming table finally loosened a little.

"Ding--"

Ye Tianlong stretched out a slender finger and took the saber away from his neck unhurriedly. When he moved it away, a splash of blood was shot out.

It's just that even though the blood came out, Ye Tianlong still looked complacent, didn't care at all, and continued to move the saber with his fingers.

"when!"

When Ye Tianlong slid the saber off his shoulder, the standing body of the **** of death swayed, and then fell straight back.

"boom!"

In the surprised gazes of Madam Feng and Canshou, the **** of death fell heavily on the messy ground, and his saber fell off his palm and fell to the ground.

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

Death's eyes almost cracked, filled with shock, grief, unwillingness, and unbelievable indescribable.

He did not expect that he would die on the land of Huaxia, let alone that he would die on Ye Tianlong's hands.

His thunder stab, perfused his whole body skill, just to slay Ye Tianlong to the ground, but he was shot to death by Yi Hong.

The last gleam of light in the eyes of the **** of death seems to be questioning the injustice of fate, and it contains deep regret and grief.

"flutter!"

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

A stream of blood burst out instantly, at least two meters high, as beautiful as fireworks, then slowly fell, and finally spilled on the ground...

The last light in the **** of death's eyes, then slowly passed away, turning into the gloom of the dead.

Ye Tianlong's right hand made one move: "The **** of death is dead!"

After the deathly silence, the desperate sighs and roars of several Orientals such as Daxiang Nakano made the world change color:

"grim Reaper--"

Mrs. Feng burst into tears.

Four more today.