Talented Genius

Chapter 681

Ye Tianlong ran around like a rabbit, and ran out of the woods after a few roundabouts.

It just seemed to run in the wrong direction, instead of running back from the original road, but to the other end of the mountain forest, five or six meters away, is a cliff.

Ye Tianlong, who was about to rush out of the woods, could already see the lights in the distance, and the edge of the cliff could be caught by his eyes.

His body control was amazing, and he abruptly stopped rushing forward.

"Fuck!"

A few stones were kicked flying with their toes and rolled and fell from the cliff. It took a long time to hear the echo.

The **** of death did not stop, the distance of eight or nine meters, for him now, was almost instantaneous, the distance was close, and he shot again.

Without warning, his gloved hands, like eagle claws, grabbed Ye Tianlong two meters away.

Since the war, never die!

Ye Tianlong turned around and hid behind a tree holding the box.

"Wow!"

Eagle claws! Swing!

With a click, the tree with the thick mouth of the bowl was snatched by the **** of death, and collapsed suddenly, pressing directly at Ye Tianlong.

The shadows of the trees were heavy, and along with the shaking of the leaves, the **** of death was also in the shape of lightning, and he slammed into Ye Tianlong, going forward without any concealment.

The injured Ye Tianlong's eyes did not change in the slightest, flowing with the calmness that had been tempered by struggling with life and death all the year round, his body quickly staggered a step.

Then, his whole body suddenly bounced into the air, kicking away all the trees that were pressing against him.

The momentum was unabated, and a knife flashed against the cold eagle claws.

Facing the imposing **** of death, Ye Tianlong was not afraid.

"Ding!"

With a crisp sound, the eagle claws that the **** of death grabbed were hit by the dagger. Then, the offensive became more violent, and the force was as strong as the tide.

Ye Tianlong didn't say a word, and the black dagger was swung out again and again, every time with 70% strength, a trace of blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.

"when!"

It was another violent impact. The two of them withdrew seven or eight steps backwards. Ye Tianlong also broke a tree and suffered severe back pain.

The **** of death also stepped on a stone, his eyes finally fluctuating, he said coldly, his voice thick and hoarse:

"Ye Tianlong, acquaintance, put down the box, otherwise, you will be dead after two more rounds."

Ye Tianlong squinted his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth: "Wolverine seems to have said this too."

He took a deep breath, his face concealed the pain spreading from his body, and gently shook the dagger in his hand: "Stop talking nonsense, let's do it."

Death gave a noncommittal sneer, his eyes getting more ferocious: "You're a little bit red, why don't you take it?"

That hidden thing, somewhat thorns death in his heart.

"Ding--"

At this time, Ye Tianlong's phone vibrated three times, and then he recovered his calm again. His eyes flickered slightly, and his eyes became more strange.

"I don't need a little red now!"

In the next second, Ye Tianlong took the initiative, and his dagger turned gorgeously, suddenly drawing an arc, oriented toward the throat of the **** of death.

Grim Reaper didn't even look at it, and made a cut!

"when!"

The sound was clear, this time the impact, the dagger trembled violently, and death shook his mouth.

Not only did Ye Tianlong exert his strength by 90%, he also didn't touch it as quickly as the previous few times. When Death flashed a touch of surprise, the dagger burst suddenly.

Also accompanied by a puff of white powder.

The powder is pungent, and also contains weirdness.

The **** of death slid backwards quickly, avoiding the cracked iron flakes and white powder. He always knew Ye Tianlong was insidious, so he didn't touch the powder.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ye Tianlong flashed a dagger again, his eyes were scarlet, completely crazy, the dagger was as fast as lightning and thunderous.

The **** of death retreated with all his might, although it was timely, he was still caught by the dagger.

"Now!"

There was a smear of blood on the chin, and the blood was still tingling. Death's eyes were cold, and he touched it, killing him.

"Look, are you injured?"

Ye Tianlong laughed, and stepped forward, gaining power and not forgiving, the offensive suddenly changed, with heavy winds and heavy rains, stormy waves, and never stopped!

The **** of death did not respond, just waved his hands, calmly opened Ye Tianlong's thirteen swords, and then counterattacked.

"Crack!"

When Ye Tianlong tapped the Death Eagle's claws, he swept it out with one foot. A small tree broke on the spot, and his left foot was cast and swept towards Death.

With a cold snort, the **** of death drew away, Ye Tianlong's body violently again, and his dagger swung horizontally.

"Small bugs!"

Facing Ye Tianlong's offensive, the **** of death groaned, followed closely, and instantly rioted.

"Boom boom!"

The shadows of the trees shook in the dark night, and the two strong figures kept colliding, fists and knives, attacking each other with violent aura.

More than a dozen saplings that had just reached the climate were ruthlessly swept away by the two, and murderous intent was looming in the trees that continued to crash to the ground.

"call!"

After thirteen rounds, facing Ye Tianlong who was receding steadily, the **** of death slammed into eight successes and grabbed it with a claw.

Ye Tianlong's face changed slightly, as soon as the dagger lifted the eagle's claws, but the **** of death did not step back, and slammed into Ye Tianlong's arms, turning to his side.

The momentum is heavy.

Ye Tianlong's complexion became ugly. He had no time to escape, so he could only bite his teeth to stabilize his feet, and with a roar of death to withstand the impact of death.

At the same time, his dagger was retracted and it pierced the death god's throat.

The **** of death lifted his left hand and slapped Ye Tianlong's dagger away, his body still castrated, hitting Ye Tianlong's chest.

"laugh!"

When Ye Tianlong's body fell into the air like a broken kite, a stream of blood spurted from his mouth, and he fell on the edge of the cliff in an arc.

Just at the moment of falling into flight, he also threw the dagger in his hand, and the dagger rubbed the waist of Death, leaving a blood stain, bloody.

The fallen Ye Tianlong spit out a mouthful of blood. He was not depressed after being beaten up. On the contrary, he was able to smile a little: "Dogday, strong enough."

The **** of death turned around, ignoring the wound on his waist, still expressionless, like a corpse: "The game, it's time to end, you, you are dead."

"Wrong, can't die."

Ye Tianlong touched the **** water at the corner of his mouth, then flung the black box down the cliff.

This action stunned the **** of death for a moment, and made the screaming people of Baguli who were running over, and then they turned and ran under the cliff.

Not far away, there are noisy footsteps, apparently the Rong family's reinforcements.

Reaper reacted, very angry: "Looking for death!"

Ye Tianlong smiled faintly, and then he placed his right hand on his chest, and there was a hint of sharpness and redness between his fingers.

A little red.

At this moment, Ye Tianlong dissipated all the impetuosity and cynicism, only the unspeakable silence and unfathomable depth.

The originally cold and ruthless little bit of red, at this moment, it also seems to have a fighting spirit, becoming more red, ready to move, and bursting out of the palm at any time.

Everyone has a soul, and a sword has a soul. The two are corresponding, and the sword is one.

Grim Reaper's face changed, he felt Ye Tianlong's strength, and he could also predict that a red flash would surely be a shocking blow.

Reaper's eight-point chance of winning is only five points left, and five points, that is, it is a gamble.

He clenched his fists and was a little unwilling, but finally moved his steps, like a sharp arrow, rushing down the cliff...