Ultimate God Of Death

"I've traveled around all the worst dirty corners in the world. As a decent person, I must admit that it's really a bit abnormal. Whatever, this place is not the worst I've ever seen."

In the dark, the heavily armed "imitation expert" - David limir came to a forest, to be exact, a swamp full of trunk branches. The rotten smell of dead trees makes the already black and dirty sludge even more unbearable. For David limir, who has a slight obsession with cleanliness, this is definitely one of the worst hunting grounds for hunting targets.

Damn it, I knew I wouldn't wear this white combat suit... The "imitation expert" used his long sword and shield to support the thorns and branches on the way forward. It's no surprise that his prey, maple leaf, would choose this place as a hiding place. David linmill is not surprised. This swamp is indeed the most perfect cemetery.

"I've had enough of chasing your position all the time. I'm sure you're disgusted that I obstruct your actions. Don't worry, Ye Feng, I'll end it here now." David limir whispered as he looked at Ye Feng with his back to his yellow and Black Hoodie.

"I will bury you in the mud and let you disappear from the world. Maybe... In the future, people will forget what you have done and you."

[have you seen too much animation in form 2? A mouth of brain crippled lines.]

Ye Fengbei did not make complaints about the "imitation expert", but the voice in his mind was Tucao.

"You, what are you talking about?" David limir seems to have heard something like "brain damage". How is this possible? Ye Feng, he didn't make a sound

"Me? I didn't say anything? Didn't I?" Ye Feng slightly turned his head and looked at the "imitation expert" and said in a joking tone.

"In fact, I wonder when you will appear. What you have done is really blocking my way. Tonight, we have to have a good talk." Ye Feng slowly turned around and pulled out the sharp blade in his hand: a long military knife.

For the enemy in front of him, Ye Feng instinctively realized that only hand to hand combat can prevent future trouble forever. As an excellent mercenary, Ye Feng knows that it is not difficult to repel the killer, but it is very difficult to kill him! Only by creating an opportunity to fight closely with him and killing him can he be killed!

Ye Feng doesn't want to waste any more time. No one pays him for what he is doing now. In addition to the request of beautiful women, Ye Feng usually doesn't work for others for free

"Really? Have you finally figured it out? Ye Feng, there is only one thing I can give you: mercifully end your crazy destiny!"

Facing Ye Feng's cutting with a knife, "imitation expert" fiercely crossed his long sword and blocked Ye Feng's cutting in front of his chest.

"That's it. Let's do it! Dialogue can't solve the problem!"

Perhaps in the face of a strong enemy, Ye Feng, who awakened the fighting desire hidden in his body and fought fiercely with the "imitation expert", was very excited. He waved his long knife and attacked the "imitation expert" without defense. The latter also saw the moves and broke down the moves, and has been able to tangle with Ye Feng.

[it's hard for Lao Ye next door. He can't go home and is chased and killed by his girlfriend's ex husband...]

Shut up. You're afraid others won't influence you deeply, aren't you?

[yes.]

When Ye Feng jumped up and slashed at the "imitation expert" with the potential of thunder, the latter accurately predicted Ye Feng's action and put the round shield on his head first. The direct dialogue between the long knife and the shield was separated by the long knife in Ye Feng's hand.

However, the "imitation expert" did not take this opportunity. Ye Feng, who lost his long knife, directly explored forward with both hands, grabbed the arm of the "imitation expert" holding the sword in one hand, and slammed it. The long sword in the "imitation expert"'s right hand also fell to one side, and the two returned to the starting point again.

"Man, I have two skills. It seems that I have to be a little more serious. Well, let's make five success forces first." although Ye Feng said so, in fact, he has begun to seriously face the battle between him and "imitation experts". Ye Feng, who recently devoted himself to fighting gangs, did not meet a few decent opponents. Suddenly, Ye Feng did not adapt to the level of "imitation expert".

"No, I fully understand. You're just a big talker. The day comes..."

Ye Feng didn't let the "imitation expert" finish his words. He suddenly kicked the latter on the head. The latter chose to lean back and avoid Ye Feng's fist and foot. But the purpose of Ye Feng's foot was not to hit the enemy, but to make a false shot. He suddenly rushed to the long sword that the "imitation expert" fell into the swamp.

When Ye Feng rushed to hold the handle of the long sword, the "imitation expert" behind him directly threw out the round shield in his hand and hit Ye Feng. This blow made the long sword just held in his hand fall into the swamp again.

"Don't you understand? You will die here tonight!" Ye Feng picked up the long sword and shouted fiercely to the "imitation expert".

"Can you shut your mouth?" "imitation expert" picked up the long knife, imitated Ye Feng's action and responded coldly.

Ye Feng and the "imitation expert" fight together again, but to Ye Feng's shock, the action of the "imitation expert" is actually the combat skill he used in the previous battle. This move is in one form, which is the unique charm of Ye Feng himself! How is this possible!?

[he's imitating your actions...]

"Shut up."

[he can hear me!?]

"Of course I can hear you! You just won't shut up!" the "imitation expert" cut Ye Feng with a knife. He didn't realize that he was directly communicating with another voice in Ye Feng's mind

"You can imitate my actions..." Ye Feng said gloomily.

"..." "imitation expert" didn't make a sound.

"Then you should be able to predict my next action, so tell me what my next action is?" Ye Feng said to the "imitation expert" in front of him with a grim smile.

After listening to Ye Feng's words, "imitation expert" seemed to predict something very terrible. He couldn't help muttering: "... Oh... No..."

"That's right... It depends on which one of us has better luck!" Ye Feng pressed the remote control hidden in his waist, and dozens of bombs buried in the swamp detonated at the same time. The violent fire explosion swallowed Ye Feng and David limir in an instant