Chapter 1929 The Sound of the Sea Crying

"Swoosh!"

Facing Ye Tianlong's knife, the Grim Reaper dodged and spun the saber in his hand, aiming directly at Ye Tianlong's chest.

Every knife hit the fatal spot.

The same was true for Ye Tianlong's saber. In the blink of an eye, Ye Tianlong had already stabbed out eighteen times.

Each knife had endless changes, and each knife was aimed at the vital point of the Grim Reaper.

The stone chips on the ground immediately flew into the sky, and a few pieces of blood flew and circled in the air under the control of the two people's energy, blurring their eyes.

"Dang!"

The sound of the two knives clashing was like the sound of a clear phoenix. In the flying dust and blood, the two people passed each other.

But at the moment of passing each other, Ye Tianlong suddenly spun around, kicked a chair, and bounced violently.

He was like a tornado, chasing the Grim Reaper and rushing away, and the saber in his hand drew a full crescent arc.

The Grim Reaper's eyes instantly became cold, and his nerves were invisibly tense.

Although he had treated Ye Tianlong as his lifelong rival, he never expected that Ye Tianlong's tyranny was still unexpected.

At this moment, Ye Tianlong was chasing him from behind. If he didn't have special means, he would probably be stabbed before he could completely turn around with his back to the saber.

"Dang!"

The Grim Reaper pointed the side of the saber in his hand forward and tapped it on a broken shield in front of him. The saber made a long groan and generated a spring force.

Following this spring force, the Grim Reaper, like a fallen leaf, lightly rose up and turned around in mid-air to swing the saber.

He chopped down at Ye Tianlong's head as fast as a meteor.

The two swords strangely intersected together, but there was no sound at all.

The two people's bodies crossed again, Ye Tianlong was like a dragon spinning on the ground, and the Grim Reaper was like an eagle flying in the sky, each standing in the other's position.

The two looked at each other, and at this moment, they both couldn't hide the heat.

Then, the sabers in their hands broke into two pieces and fell to the ground with a "dangdang".

The god of death threw away the knife in his hand: "Ye Tianlong, you are indeed a strong enemy. I really regret not killing you half a year earlier."

Ye Tianlong also threw out a half-broken knife: "It's not like we didn't meet half a year ago. Didn't you still fail to kill me in the battle in Beijing?"

In the cold eyes of Madam Feng, the god of death laughed wildly: "Then let's end it completely today."

"Die!"

The god of death roared, with murderous intent flashing in his eyes, and his aura suddenly exploded, like a bursting dam, and a torrent of water poured out.

Madam Feng subconsciously whispered: "Tianlong, be careful."

Before the voice fell, the god of death stomped his feet on the floor, and the ground shattered another two square meters, flying towards Ye Tianlong.

At the same time, the god of death moved his feet, like a sharp arrow from a string, and rushed towards Ye Tianlong.

Ye Tianlong was no longer cynical, and the whole person became deep and silent, and then his expression suddenly became cold, and his body shook violently.

Instead of retreating, he went forward to meet him, and at the same time, he turned his hands into palms, and attacked fiercely with a whistling wind.

The dust was blown between the two.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Ye Tianlong and the God of Death's fists collided instantly, shaking out a fierce wave of air. Madam Feng's pretty face hurt, and she subconsciously stepped back a few steps to avoid it.

At the moment of the collision, Ye Tianlong's body couldn't help trembling. Even if he used 90% of his strength, he still suffered a lot in a head-on collision.

He staggered back a few steps before stabilizing his body. He had to admit that the God of Death was a cut above him.

The face of the God of Death also changed drastically. He didn't expect Ye Tianlong's explosive power to be so terrifying. It seems that this bastard has really entered the ninth grade.

At this age and this realm, he is definitely the first person in ancient and modern times, and it also made the God of Death completely determined to kill Ye Tianlong at all costs.

Otherwise, if time passes, China will have another tenth-grade master, which will be a huge pressure on the Japanese martial arts.

"Kill!"

As the thought turned, the Grim Reaper turned his body, and his left foot was like a steel knife, kicking at Ye Tianlong's head with great momentum.

This fierce kick was so fast and fierce that Ye Tianlong didn't even have time to react, and he could only cross his arms in front of him reflexively.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

In the blink of an eye, the Grim Reaper kicked more than a dozen times, and Ye Tianlong felt that his arms were about to explode.

"Bang!"

With the Grim Reaper's kick of 80% of his strength, Ye Tianlong's body shook, and then he slammed into the gambling table.

The gambling table broke with a click, and Ye Tianlong fell to the ground, then turned over and half-knelt on the ground to cushion the impact.

Madam Feng grabbed a pistol and held it nervously. If Ye Tianlong couldn't bear it, she would shoot regardless.

At the same time, she asked her men to rush in as soon as possible.

"I thought you were so strong, but it turns out you're just this strong."

Death smiled grimly and wiped off the blood on his face: "If you can't hold on any longer, you can use your Yi Dian Hong."

"Today I want to see if it can kill me."

He stimulated Ye Tianlong intentionally or unintentionally, inducing him to use Yi Dian Hong in a hurry, so that the power of Yi Dian Hong could be weakened to the greatest extent.

"It's not time yet..."

Ye Tianlong wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth, smiled and said: "I'll tell you when I run out."

Death's eyes were full of contempt: "Really? Then stand up and fight again."

Ye Tianlong twisted his neck and stood up, staring at Death. He knew that he couldn't mess up his position. If he wanted to win against Death, he could only endure.

"The game should be over."

Death's momentum suddenly surged, and then he shot towards Ye Tianlong again.

Fists whistled.

Ye Tianlong also showed no weakness and fought hard, throwing out eighteen punches in one breath

"Break!"

The God of Death turned his fists and also threw out eighteen punches like raindrops. After hard hitting Ye Tianlong's fists, he pressed a palm on Ye Tianlong's chest.

"Bang!"

Although Ye Tianlong crossed his hands in time to resist, his chest was still stuffy, and he felt that his throat was about to explode, and then a large mouthful of blood gushed out.

"Ye Tianlong!"

Amidst Mrs. Feng's screams, Ye Tianlong fell to the window on the side of the gambling table like a broken kite, with blood flowing from his mouth.

However, when Ye Tianlong fell, he also kicked the God of Death in the chest.

The huge brute force also made the God of Death retreat four or five steps, and one end of his chest ribs was broken, making the God of Death feel the pain he had not felt for a long time.

"Ye Tianlong, you deserve to die!"

The God of Death saw that he had broken a rib, and he became furious.

"Ye Tianlong!"

Mrs. Feng shouted, and then shot all the bullets in one breath.

Death moved his footsteps and avoided all seven bullets, but perhaps because of the injured ribs, his forehead was scratched by the bullet.

A trace of blood slid into his eyes.

Death swept his left foot and shot out a knife, hitting Mrs. Feng who was wearing armor.

Mrs. Feng groaned and fell straight out seven or eight meters, her mouth and nose were full of blood. The corners of her mouth moved, and she looked at the gambling table: "Ye Tianlong..."

Death roared: "Today, you will all die."

The sound echoed throughout the venue, and dust flew everywhere.

Ye Tianlong ignored the words of the death god, nor did he care about Mrs. Feng's shouting. He looked out the window quietly, his mind clearer than ever before.

His eyes also became clear invisibly.

He suddenly saw the delicate veins of a fallen leaf and felt the blood flowing in his body...

Ye Tianlong's eyes were calm, and his voice was indescribably soft:

"Death god, did you hear the sound of the sea crying..."

The next second, he stood up, like a knife out of its sheath, and slowly pressed against the throat of the 'death god'.

The wind outside the window has a slight chill...

I will finish writing this plot today and end it in the next chapter.