Chapter 1928: Battle of Life and Death

"Kill!"

The twenty-four men in white shook their right hands, and a saber flashed out. Then they moved their feet and attacked the God of Death without saying a word.

Ye Tianlong frowned and wanted to move forward, but seeing the chaotic situation, he stopped temporarily.

If he rushed forward at this time, he would be easily shot indiscriminately.

He also glanced at Xue Hu and Li Xin. Most of Zhongye's men had been knocked down, and they were relying on Zhongye and Sanbao to support them.

Although they had retreated outside the gambling hall in the chaos, they still couldn't get away calmly. The guards outside still surrounded them tightly.

If they had to leave them alive, Zhongye and his group would have died long ago.

Li Xin and Xue Mingli were pale, but Xue Hu looked calm, like a walking corpse.

Whether he was dead or alive today, his foundation in Australia City was gone. How could Xue Hu not look ashen?

Ye Tianlong shook his head gently, and then turned his gaze back to the God of Death.

At this moment, the gambling hall was the battlefield of the God of Death, and it was also a contest between him and Madam Feng.

Facing the attack, the face of the God of Death was still a dead expression. He did not retreat but walked forward, swinging the saber in his hand forward.

"Dang!"

With a crisp sound, the man in white in the front was slashed by the God of Death, and fell to the ground with the sword, and a large amount of blood spurted out of his neck.

Dead and dead.

Then, the God of Death calmly rushed into the encirclement of the Feng family, bowed his head, turned around, and knelt.

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

Then he handed over the saber in his hand straightly.

"Ah——"

There were exclamations, screams, and groans.

As the God of Death attacked mercilessly, opponents kept falling beside him, blood kept staining the ground red, and people kept dying.

The God of Death was like a messenger of death emerging from hell.

He was harvesting the lives of his opponents in the calmest, most violent, and most bloody way, which was also the most frightening and heart-wrenching way.

There were fewer and fewer people in front of the Grim Reaper, but there were more and more dead bodies on the ground, and the blood was more and more irritating to the eyes.

"Ding!"

Suddenly, the Grim Reaper stopped in the middle of the aisle, and there was no one standing beside him.

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

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

Madam Feng looked at him expressionlessly, without any emotion in her eyes. At the critical moment of life and death, she had an indifference and perseverance that ordinary people could hardly imagine.

"Kill!"

The twenty-four men in black also rushed up.

The Grim Reaper had no expression on his face, and his left foot kept pointing out, and more than a dozen crossbow arrows shot backwards.

"Ah, ah! Ah——"

The screams rang out, and more than a dozen men in black tried their best to block, but they still couldn't stop the arrows shot by the god of death, and they died one after another on the ground.

The armor on their bodies was vulnerable to the strength of the god of death, and it broke like rags.

But as soon as they fell, the people behind them filled the gap with fearless fear.

"Swoosh!"

When the god of death shot down sixteen elites of the Feng family, the remaining eight men in black finally rushed to the god of death.

The god of death raised his hand and chopped the saber.

The eight men in black also shook their right hands, and the eight sharp knives turned into eight rays of light with overwhelming fighting spirit.

They blocked the god of death's powerful knife!

"Bang!"

A loud bang exploded, the knives broke, blood splashed, the formation was slightly messed up, and the whole aisle was a bloody mist.

The sharp knives of the eight men in black broke on the ground, and they also fell everywhere. Although they were strong enough, they still couldn't withstand the attack of the god of death.

"Puff!"

Eight men in black fell to the ground and spat out blood.

Ye Tianlong took a glance and judged that they were seriously injured. He couldn't help but secretly exclaimed that the Death God was so powerful.

"Catch the thief first!"

Perhaps because he felt that the Feng family's elite troops were endless, the Death God shook the saber in his hand, locked his eyes on Madam Feng and rushed over.

He wanted to capture that woman, then kidnap and rescue Nakano Daxiang, and finally kill her to teach Aocheng a bloody lesson.

As for Ye Tianlong, he could only kill her next time.

"Hoo, hoo, hoo!"

Seeing the Death God rushing towards her, Madam Feng's pretty face remained unchanged, but she tilted her head slightly and gave an order: "Kill!"

A group of gray-clothed men blocked him and threw a short axe in their hands at the same time.

"Hoo——"

The short axes covered the Death God, and countless broken sounds rang around him.

For the first time, the Death God frowned, as if he didn't expect Madam Feng to be so well prepared, and at the same time smelled a sign of danger.

Madam Feng seemed to be coming for him.

But no matter what, his top priority is to take down Madam Feng, otherwise Nakano Daxiang and others who are trapped in a corner will all be killed.

The Grim Reaper turned his wrist and swung out his saber repeatedly.

"Dangdangdang!"

In a burst of dense sounds, the short axe was calmly knocked down by the Grim Reaper, but compared with the initial crossbow and saber, the short axe was much more powerful.

Thirty-six axes fell down, and the Grim Reaper was still unscathed, but his physical strength was consumed, and his wrist was more sore.

"Kill!"

Madam Feng issued a cold order, looking at the Grim Reaper who was struggling like a dying beast.

She knew that the other party's martial arts value was too abnormal, if she wanted to kill him, she needed patience and had to keep consuming and waiting for the best opportunity.

Hunters always need a little patience for huge prey.

However, the tyranny of the God of Death was still beyond Mrs. Feng's imagination. Thirty-six men in gray clothes rushed forward with axes, but they still failed to kill the God of Death.

In the cold light of Death's sword, they fell one after another, and the distance between Death and Mrs. Feng continued to get closer.

It seemed like no one could stop him.

"ah--"

In a flash of cold sword light, the God of Death chopped off the last two men in gray clothes holding axes, and then pointed the blade at Madam Feng, with a murderous intent.

"boom!"

At the same moment, twenty-four men in Tsing Yi came across and protected Madam Feng with shields in hand. Then, twenty-four guns poked out from behind the shields.

Ten burly men with round waists also appeared on both sides, each holding a knife and a gun in their hands. Lin Rushui also appeared, blocking Mrs. Feng's protection.

At the same time, a steady stream of elites from all parties were pouring in at the entrance.

"Do you think you can stop me like this?"

Under Ye Tianlong's solemn gaze, the God of Death laughed wildly: "It's so childish."

After saying that, he suddenly moved.

If it doesn't move like a mountain, if it moves, the waves will be violent, and the earth will tremble and the mountains will shake.

The God of Death raised his left hand, grabbed the row of chairs in the stands, pulled them violently, and smashed them.

The chair was lifted up with a bang, and the next second, the god of death flicked his hands, and more than a dozen chairs were shot out, and they all hit the entrance and exit to block the reinforcements.

When Madam Feng's eyelids twitched, the God of Death suddenly raised his right foot, and then stepped hard on the floor.

"boom"

In a huge shattering sound, the smooth floor was cracked by the foot of Death, and spider web-like cracks spread instantly.

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

"boom!"

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

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

"kill!"

The god of death roared and pushed hard with both hands.

Countless rocks scattered with a bang, shooting madly in the direction of Madam Feng.

"Ma'am, be careful!"

When Lin Rushui threw Madam Feng down, countless pieces of gravel hit her like cannonballs.

"Ploppap!"

Amidst the dull sound, the bodies of dozens of charging Feng family elites were shaken violently, and each one of them fell to the ground in a circle, spurting blood, with their swords attached.

Then, the shield in front of Madam Feng also collapsed, and the men in green and others also fell out, and screams came one after another.

Even the dozen or so big-bodied men kept retreating under the impact of the gravel, and then fell to the ground groaning.

Just when the scene was in chaos, the God of Death suddenly moved his steps and rushed forward, heading straight for Mrs. Feng who fell to the ground.

"Ma'am, let's go!"

Lin Rushui threw Mrs. Feng away and kept her seven or eight meters away from her. At the same time, she flashed a gun and shot at the God of Death.

"Ploppap!"

Lin Rushui fired three bullets in one breath, but they were easily dodged by the God of Death. When he tried to pull the trigger again, he was kicked out by the God of Death.

"flutter!"

Lin Rushui spun around, her whole body flew up, and then spurted out a mouthful of blood...

The God of Death looked at Madam Feng not far away, with a hunter's smile on her lips: "Madam, so what if you have more people?"

"Who else can protect you now?"

He stretched out his hand and wiped the blood on his shoulder, looking at Madam Feng who was still calm and said: "In today's round, I am destined to be the winner."

"Your uncle, have you forgotten me again?"

Ye Tianlong walked through the dust in the sky and slowly stood in front of the God of Death: "As long as I am here, you will never be the winner."

Mrs. Feng twitched the corner of her mouth, and said with a complicated face: "Ye Tianlong, didn't you run away when you saw the God of Death?"

"This...that's right...but that was when there was no wife..."

Ye Tianlong coughed: "Madam is in danger, how can Tianlong run away? If the god of death wants to touch you, he will step over my body."

Mrs. Feng's eyes softened, then returned to coldness: "Thank you."

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

When the God of Death saw Ye Tianlong standing in front of him, he shouted coldly: "I let you go again today. If you don't get out of here, why are you here to die?"

"What do you mean by letting me go?"

Ye Tianlong smiled faintly: "You are not sure about killing me, so you don't attack me, otherwise you would have torn me into pieces."

The God of Death's eyes were like lightning, and the pressure on his body was exuding: "I'm not sure I can kill you, but how confident are you in stopping me?"

Ye Tianlong's expression became serious, and after thinking for a while he said: "You have to give it a try."

Next, the God of Death did not speak again, Ye Tianlong also became quiet, and Mrs. Feng and the injured were also silent.

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

No one knows how much time passed, maybe one minute, maybe ten minutes, maybe half an hour, but the two of them did not make any move.

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

The god of death drew his sword silently.

"Whoosh!"

Compared to the violence that was killing everyone just now, the God of Death is much quieter now.

The speed at which the saber stabbed out was not amazing. It was like a breeze blowing through the window. It stabbed out slowly, but it contained huge fighting intent.

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

"Whoosh!"

His knife-grabbing technique was extremely swift, just like lightning. As soon as he grasped the knife handle, the tip of the knife had already stabbed into the throat of the god of death.

The battle of life and death began.