"Selling the knot! 5 billion US dollars is the bet made by the judge!"

"Damn! The people in the underworld really have confidence in their boss. They can take 5 billion at one move. If the King of Hell really loses, such a large amount of money will be wasted!"

"Do you know why the underworld is so strong? It's because the people in the underworld are strong and confident. They will never think that Lord Hell will lose. This is the foundation of the super power."

A $5 billion bet also made the Jewish bet popular.

But that's not the end. Immediately afterwards, Luo Tengfei, a night tour far away in Wolf Castle, also placed a bet, "The bet on the King of Hell is 5 billion US dollars."

Ah puff...

After seeing the betting of Yeyou Envoy, the judge almost burst into laughter, "Oh, this guy has taken out all his belongings, right?"

At the same time, Luo Tengfei, who was far away in the Wolf Castle, made a wish against a meteor passing by in the sky, "Meteor, let me win, otherwise I will lose so much that I can't even afford to wear underwear, Amen!"

If Luo Tengfei's wish is heard by others, I'm afraid he will have to laugh and make a fuss. Why would you give me a restoration to Amen? Meteors are not God!

Bang bang bang bang!

Sentai and Liu Feng once again had a collision like Mars hitting the earth. A large area of ​​smoke and dust rose up under the feet of the two of them, and then the two of them retreated backwards at the same time.

“The warm-up is over.”

Sentai's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and an extremely excited expression was on his face and said, "I haven't met an opponent like you for a long time. King of Hell, you make me feel passionate."

"Oh! You are the King of Death, shouldn't you be cold-blooded?" Liu Feng teased with a smile.

"Cold-blooded?" Sentai's eyes had an unconcealed murderous intent, "I really don't like your jokes, so I decided that I'm going to kill you, and take your life Liu Yanwang and show my strength."

"Okay, as long as you are better than me, you can take my life." Liu Feng still kept smiling, but his smile became a little cold.

Swish!

Immediately afterwards, King Sentai of the God of Death pulled his hands from behind, and a half-meter-long sickle and a one-meter-long iron rod appeared in his hands. Then he buckled his hands, and the iron rod and the sickle were connected together, and with his black cloak, it really felt like the God of Death in mythological stories.

Similarly, Liu Feng turned his right hand and the ruler-long scimitar appeared. As his wrist twisted, the scimitar pulled up a gorgeous sword flower on his hand.

"Then you just take your life!" Sen Tai waved his sickle and slashed towards Liu Feng.

Under the light of the spotlight, the scythe blade flashed with a dazzling sharp light, and it cut the air into a crack.

Liu Feng's steps were light and he quickly took a step back half a step.

But just as Liu Feng retreated, a hint of pride suddenly flashed in the eyes of the God of Death King. The sickle that fell from top to bottom suddenly pushed forward, and the wide blade of the upside down penetrated directly into Liu Feng's chest.

This move is too fast, and there is no slackness from chopping to stabbing. It is definitely a killer move that the Death King has practiced for a long time.

Faced with this move, even a trace of solemnity flashed across Liu Feng's face in an instant.

Just as the sickle stabbed Liu Feng's chest and almost broke his clothes, Liu Feng's body turned forward like a top, using the centrifugal force of his body to open the sickle.

"You will do this as soon as you guess, but the most ruthless thing about my move is..."

The King of Death seemed even more proud at this time. He yelled and retreated suddenly, and his right hand turned back fiercely, "It's about going and going!"

Woo...swish!

The wide sickle changed from vertical to horizontal, and under the pull of the God of Death King, the inner blade of the snow- bright sickle chopped towards Liu Feng's back. The power of the pulling back, coupled with the sharpness of the sickle, cut the air to make a whimper.

quick!

Whether it is the people watching the battle on both sides of the scene or the people watching the battle through the dark platform, they all feel that the move of the Death King is almost at its peak.

It is certain that Liu Feng really couldn't avoid this move. This is the strongest Westerner Liu Feng has met since his debut. From Liu Feng's perspective, the Death God King Sentai has definitely reached the level of Dan Power, and it is likely to be the strength of an intermediate-level Dan Hunting. Even if the average middle-grade Dan Hunting people face the Death God King holding a sickle, they will definitely be alive.

Just as Liu Feng was cut by a sickle, he suddenly turned sideways and raised his left hand.

Bang!

Almost as soon as Liu Feng raised his hand, the sickle, whose pulling force was extremely rapid, suddenly stopped.

"Damn! Grab it."

"Fai Ke! Is this Hell still a human? He actually grabbed it with his hands... He didn't just grab it, but grabbed the sickle with his hands. How terrifying is his power in this way?"

"No, the Death King is in danger!"

Yes, Liu Feng blocked the sickle with his hands by using his half-catch and half-clip. At the same time, Liu Feng wiped his right scimitar with his sword horizontally, and the sharp blade slashed at the throat of the God of Death at an astonishing speed!

"Ah you!"

This scared the King of Death. He was shocked by Liu Feng's terrifying force to stop the sickle. Then he saw Liu Feng's sword slashing across, and almost instantly cut to his throat.

In amazement, the survival instinct of the God of Death King made him burst out with all his potential. He gave up the sickle in his hand and suddenly flew back.

"My God! I don't even want weapons."

"It's cruel enough. Even though I gave up my weapon, I was at a disadvantage, but at least I saved my life."

"This God of Death King is very good. With his hand sickle playing method just now, his strength should not be weaker than that of the King of Hell. As long as he is not defeated by the King of Hell, he still has a chance."

Many big shots watching this live broadcast through the dark platform, and their eyes seemed to be stuck on the screen. While watching the two masters' terrifying moves, they kept expressing their opinions to the message area.

Yes, a group of invisible people who make the wealth of people on the world's rich rankings feel ashamed. At this time, just like children who have just learned to surf the Internet, they are constantly refreshing the comment area.

And does the Death King really have a chance? At least Liu Feng is unwilling to give him a chance now.

"You can also take my knife!"

After Liu Feng failed to hit the sword, his right hand suddenly shook, and the scimitar in his hand actually threw it towards the retreating King of Death.

"Selling pimples!"

Facing the flying knife that was shot in front of him quickly, the King of Death quickly leaned back to avoid it. The flying knife flew over the tip of his nose, which was so shocked that his whole body was wet with cold sweat.

But what made the King of Death even more frightened and angry was that when he just stood up, Liu Feng actually swung his sickle and slashed at him.

This was faster than when the Death King slashed at Liu Feng just now. In addition, the Death King was still in shock and had not yet stood firm. The hook-shaped tip of the knife almost slashed the hair in front of his forehead.

At the critical moment of life and death, the King of Death retreated with all his might, feeling that the sickle was slashing rapidly at the tip of his nose. It seemed that the sharp blade had cut through his skin, but the wound was very shallow and negligible.

Immediately afterwards, a more terrifying scene appeared.

Liu Feng actually learned the tricks of the Death God King just now, and stabbed forward without cutting the knife. Although he was learning and selling it, Liu Feng's movements were not awkward at all.

“Fata Oil!”

The King of Death was no longer as simple as shock and fear. His current state was extremely embarrassed. Because the erect blade had cut his clothes from his chest to his lower abdomen, he had time to spin the sickle with the centrifugal force like Liu Feng avoided him just now.

"Damn! The God of Death King was injured, and his chest and abdomen were bleeding."

"What a terrible King of Hell. If this move is faster, it will be like breaking the God of Death!"

"I understand. King Liu Yan is completely complicated by the sword move of the Death God King. The next move is to go and go back."

Swish!

That's right, some of the big guys watching the game on the dark platform analyzed it very accurately. Liu Feng suddenly pulled the sickle back, and the wide sickle cut back horizontally, slashing straight towards the back of the God of Death King.

Click...bang!

The Death King couldn't dodge at this moment. He didn't have enough time to do the other things like Liu Feng who wanted to use his hands to grab the knife.

However, when the inner blade of the sickle hit the waist of the God of Death King, it made a crackling sound as if it had hit the metal wall, as if it had hit the metal wall, as if it had been broken.

ah……

Even if something blocked the death disaster for the King of Death, the power of this sword almost broke the King of Death's lumbar spine, causing him to scream in pain.

However, although the King of Death was in great pain at this time, his face was filled with a smile, which was a smile that survived the disaster, "Haha! King of Hell, I have practiced martial arts since I was a child. In order to ensure my body shape, my master has tied two-inch-wide steel guard plates to my waist since I was a child, and I...uh!"

Just as the Death King spoke proudly, he suddenly felt a sharp sound of wind coming from behind his head.

He suddenly turned around and happened to see a sharp ruler flying to his throat with a sharp scimitar and stabbed in with a puff.

Uh, uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The King of Death seemed to want to say something, but a gurgling of blood flowed out along the corners of his mouth and nose.

The scimitar that flew back not only pierced into the throat of the Death King, but also penetrated from the back of his neck.

"I forgot to tell you."

Liu Feng said with a smile: "My knife will go and return!"

Uh uh uh...

The King of Death used his last power and turned around. He looked at Liu Feng, as if he wanted to have some last words to explain, but he really couldn't say a word.

Liu Feng raised his hand and grabbed the knife handle at the throat of the God of Death King, and pulled out the scimitar with the power of his natural fall.

"Thank you for returning the knife to me."

Liu Feng looked at the King of Death who fell in a pool of blood and died with his eyes open, and said calmly: "As for your sickle, I have taken it away. This is my spoil."

Bang!

In the headquarters of Wuzai Death Arsenal, a middle-aged man who was wrapped in a black robe raised his hand and snapped his fingers excitedly, "Haha! Good death! Sentai, you want to kill King Liu to establish his authority, but you were killed by counterattack, but you succeeded me. My first God of Death is now the King of Death, hahaha!"

"Faith! The Death King was actually killed by the King of Hell!"

"I, the Sun God of Death King, Lao Dou. I just bet him 10 million US dollars to bet on him, but he died. Are you playing with someone?"

"I'm paralyzed. I suspect that the God of Death is in the same group as the King of Hell. He deliberately asked the King of Hell to kill him. After the people in the underworld won the money, they will definitely give him dividends."

On the dark platform, it seems that some people have lost their lives, and they deliberately let Liu Feng kill him and then distribute the dividends? The Death King is dead, what's the point? Is there anything so intentional?
Chapter completed!