Chapter 339

"Sell pimples! 5 billion dollars is the judge's bet!"

"Damn! The people in the underworld really have confidence in their boss. They will pay 5 billion when they make a move. If Hades really loses, such a large amount of money will be in vain!"

"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 Hades will lose. This is the foundation of super power."

A bet of 5 billion US dollars also set Yujin's gambling table on fire.

But that wasn't the end yet. Immediately afterwards, Luo Tengfei, a night traveler who was far away in Wolfsburg, also placed a bet, "Bet Hades wins, 5 billion U.S. dollars."

Ah poof...

After seeing Ye Youshi's betting, the judge almost burst out laughing, "Damn, did this kid take out all his belongings?"

At the same time, Luo Tengfei, who was far away in Wolfsburg, was making a wish to a shooting star passing by in the sky, "Meteor, let my boss win, or I will lose so much that I can't even wear underwear, amen !"

If Luo Tengfei's wish was heard by others, I'm afraid he would have to laugh out loud. Why do you make a wish? Meteor is not God!

bang bang bang!

Sentai and Liu Feng had another collision like sparks hitting the earth, a large cloud of smoke and dust rose up under their feet due to their vigor, and then they both backed away at the same time.

"The warm-up is over."

There was a fierce light in Sentai's eyes, and he said with an extremely excited expression on his face: "It's been a long time since I met an opponent like you, Yama, you make my blood boil."

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

"Cold-blooded?" There was an undisguised murderous intent in Sentai's eyes, "I really don't like your jokes, so I decided, I'm going to kill you, and take your life to show my strength .”

"Okay, as long as you are better than me, you can take my life." Liu Feng still kept smiling, but the smile turned cold.

Swish!

Immediately afterwards, Death God Wang Sentai pulled his hands from behind, and a half-meter-long sickle and a one-meter-long iron staff appeared in his hands. Then he clasped his hands, and the iron rod and sickle were docked together. With his black cloak, he really looked like the god of death in fairy tales.

Similarly, Liu Feng flipped his right hand, and a ruler-long scimitar appeared, and as he twisted his wrist, the scimitar wrapped around his hand like a gorgeous saber flower.

"Then take your life!" Sen Tai swung his sickle and slashed at Liu Feng.

Under the illumination of the spotlights, the blade of the sickle shone with a dazzling sharpness, and it cut the air with a crackling sound.

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

But just as Liu Feng retreated, a smug look suddenly flashed in Death King's eyes, and the sickle slashed from top to bottom suddenly pointed forward, and the upside-down broad blade pierced Liu Feng's chest.

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

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

Just when the vertical blade of the sickle pierced Liu Feng's chest and almost tore his clothes, Liu Feng turned forward obliquely like a top, using the centrifugal force of his body to block the sickle.

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

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

Woo... Shua!

The wide sickle changed from vertical to horizontal, and under the pull of the death king, the sharp inner blade of the sickle chopped towards Liu Feng's back. The force of the pull back, coupled with the sharpness of the scythe, cut the air whimpering.

quick!

Whether it was the people watching the battle on both sides or those watching the battle through the dark platform, they all felt that the death king's move was approaching the extreme.

It can be said with certainty that Liu Feng really can't avoid this trick, and this is the strongest Westerner Liu Feng has encountered since his debut. From Liu Feng's point of view,

The God of Death, Wang Sentai, has definitely reached the level of Dan Jin, and is likely to be the strength of an intermediate Bao Dan. It is even said that if a person who holds a pill in the middle rank is confronted with the King of Death who is holding a sickle, he will definitely die.

Just when Liu Feng was about to be cut in two by the sickle, he suddenly raised his left hand sideways.

boom!

Almost at the moment Liu Feng raised his hand, the scythe, which was pulling back extremely quickly, stopped suddenly.

"Damn! Got it."

"Fake! Is this King of Hades still a human being? He actually scratched with his hands... He didn't just grab it, he clamped the sickle with his hands. How terrifying is his strength?"

"No, Death King is in danger!"

Yes, Liu Feng blocked the sickle with his hands in a half-grasp and half-clamp method. At the same time, Liu Feng wiped the scimitar with his right hand horizontally, and the sharp blade slashed towards the death king's throat at an astonishing speed!

"Ah You!"

This moment also frightened the King of Death. He was first stunned by Liu Feng's terrifying power to grab the sickle, and then he saw Liu Feng's horizontal knife cut to his throat almost instantly.

Shocked, Death King's survival instinct made him unleash all his potential. He gave up the scythe in his hand, and flew back suddenly.

"My God! No more weapons."

"It's ruthless enough. Although I lost my weapon by giving up my weapon, at least I saved my life."

"This King of Death is very good. With the way he played with the sickle just now, his strength should not be weaker than that of Hades. As long as he is not defeated by Hades, he still has a chance."

Many big bosses who watched the live broadcast through the dark platform felt as if their eyes were glued to the screen. While watching the terrifying moves of the two masters, they kept expressing their opinions to the message area.

Yes, a group of invisible entrants whose wealth value makes everyone on the world's richest list feel ashamed. At this time, they are like children who have just learned to surf the Internet, constantly refreshing the comment area.

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

"You take my knife too!"

After Liu Feng missed a blow, his right hand suddenly shook, and the scimitar in his hand was thrown towards the retreating King of Death.

"Sell pimples!"

Faced with the flying knife that was shot at him quickly, the King of Death quickly leaned back to avoid it. The flying knife spun and flew over the tip of his nose, which made his whole body drenched in cold sweat.

But what made Death King even more frightened and angry was that when he just stood up straight, Liu Feng picked up his sickle and slashed towards him.

This was even faster than when the death king slashed at Liu Feng just now. In addition, the death king was still in shock, and his figure had not completely stabilized.

At the juncture of life and death, King Death retreated with all his strength, only to feel that the sickle was slashing at the tip of his nose quickly, as if the sharp edge had cut his skin, but the wound was so shallow that it could be ignored.

Immediately afterwards, a more terrifying scene appeared.

Liu Feng actually imitated the technique of Death King just now, stabbing forward directly without chopping the knife. Although he learned and sold it now, Liu Feng's movements did not feel jerky at all.

"Hair oil!"

The King of Death is no longer as simple as shock and fear. He is now in an extremely embarrassing state, because the upright blade has cut his clothes from his chest to his lower abdomen, and he has time to dodge him like Liu Feng just now. The same move, rotating the sickle with the centrifugal force of the body.

"Fuck! The Death King is injured, bleeding from his chest and abdomen."

"What a terrible King of Hades, if this move is faster, it will be equivalent to ripping open the belly of the King of Death!"

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

Swish!

That's right, some of the bosses who were watching the battle on the dark platform were extremely accurate in their analysis. Liu Feng suddenly pulled back the sickle, and the wide sickle cut back horizontally, slashing straight at the back of the King of Death.

Crack...boom!

The King of Death couldn't dodge this time, and he didn't have enough time to make moves if he wanted to grab the knife with his hands like Liu Feng.

However, when the inner blade of the sickle hit the Death King's waist, it made a cracking sound as if it had hit a metal wall, as if the blade of the sickle had collapsed.

ah……

Even though there was something that blocked death for King Death, the power of this knife almost broke King Death's lumbar spine, causing him to scream out in pain.

However, although the King of Death is in pain at this time, he has a smile on his face, a smile that survives a catastrophe, "Haha! Yama, I practiced kung fu since I was a child. Bind a two-inch steel guard around my waist, and I...uh!"

Just when Death King was speaking proudly, he suddenly felt a sharp wind sound from the back of his head.

He turned around abruptly, just in time to see a sharp, long scimitar spinning and flying towards his throat, and pierced in with a puff.

uh uh uh uh...

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

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

"Forgot to tell you."

Liu Feng said with a smile: "My knife has also gone and returned!"

Uh uh uh……

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

Liu Feng raised his hand to grab the handle of the knife at King Death's throat, and with the force of his body's natural fall, pulled out the machete.

"Thank you for giving me back the knife."

Liu Feng looked at the King of Death, who was lying in a pool of blood, and said plainly: "As for your sickle, I will take it, it is my trophy."

Snapped!

Wuzai, in the headquarters of Death God Arsenal, a middle-aged man wrapped in a black robe excitedly raised his hand and snapped his fingers, "Hehe! Good death! Sentai, you wanted to kill Liu Yan and Wang Liwei, but you were rejected Killing, but it turned out to be my fulfillment. I am the number one god of death, and now I am the king of god of death, hahaha!"

"Fake! The God of Death King was actually killed by Hades!"

"My old man, the God of Sun Death, I just bet him ten million dollars to bet him to win, and he died in the end, are you kidding me?"

"I'm paralyzed. I suspect that King Death is in the same group as King Hades. He deliberately let King Hades kill him. After the people in the underworld win the money, they will definitely pay him dividends."

On the dark platform, it seems that some people have already lost stupidly, and deliberately let Liu Feng kill them, and then share the dividends? The god of death king is dead, what's the point? Was it intentional?