For Yan Murong's words, the Grim Reaper laughed at them, hooked his finger at Yan Murong, and motioned for him to attack.

Yan Murong was not polite, his palm was raised, and the three silver needles that he had sandwiched between his fingers came out of his hand, and the finished glyph shot towards the god of death.

The space in the basement was very small, but the Grim Reaper didn't have any intention of dodging, with a loud shout, his thick arms crossed his chest, and with a fierce wave, three silver needles fell to the ground one after another as if they had hit a steel plate.

"Hehe, you can't hurt me." The Grim Reaper did not fight back, but stood in place, looking at Yan Murong and laughing. "Just use the sword you used that day."

"No, you don't." Yan Murong looked at the Grim Reaper with a confident expression. "Now it's your place."

"Well, that's fair." The Grim Reaper did not refuse, his feet kicked on the ground violently, and the person hit Yan Murong like a cannonball, and his fist swung out, smashing Yan Murong's chest.

The sound of breaking the air in this circle has not disappeared, and the fist has already arrived in front of Yan Murong.

He is strong, he is strong, and the breeze blows on the hills.

The power of the Grim Reaper's punch was enough to smash through the steel plate, Yan Murong didn't dare to make a hard connection, his body was slightly on one side, and one hand was stretched out lightly, facing the Grim Reaper's fist.

If the power is smashed, there must also be a focus point to let the power come into play, if there is no focus point, a punch in the air is useless.

Yan Murong's hand did not touch with the fist of the god of death, but climbed up his arm like a snake, and with the momentum, the powerful punch of the god of death was dissolved by Yan Murong, and the person staggered a few steps to the side.

Leverage your strength.

"Huh? Is this your Chinese Tai Chi? The god of death looked at Yan Murong with interest, and the battle intent in his eyes became stronger. Looks like we can have some fun today. ”

After saying that, the Grim Reaper attacked again, still smashing Yan Murong's chest with a fierce punch, both in speed and strength than the last time.

Yan Murong was in a hurry in his heart, and secretly scolded the little snake why he didn't do it, this guy is not a gangster on the street, he borrowed his strength to fight once, twice, and many times, it is inevitable that he will not find a way to crack it.

That's the difference between a master and a rookie.

When you fight a rookie, the rookie thinks about how to dodge your attack, while the master thinks about how to defuse your attack and then counterattacks.

Yan Murong thought he was a master, but he didn't have the slightest confidence that he could break the attack of the god of death. This guy is too perverted, and if you don't find his weaknesses, I'm afraid it's hard to beat him.

Yan Murong repeated his old tricks, his arm poked out, and he was just about to grab the arm of the god of death, but his pupils shrank sharply.

The Grim Reaper's huge fist suddenly spread out, and his arm was slightly bent, intertwined with Yan Murong's arm. Then, another fist had already arrived in front of Yan Murong's eyes.

It's so fast, Yan Murong was secretly shocked in his heart, this guy is tall and strong, but his speed is not slow at all, and his IQ is terrifying.

Again and again, he didn't even need a second time, he directly cracked his moves.

Yan Murong quickly tilted his head, and the fist of the god of death grazed his ear, and his face was painful from the fist wind.

Hurry up and flash people, this is Yan Murong's first thought.

The hand wrapped around the arm of the god of death was released, and Yan Murong kicked the god of death's chest, wanting to retreat backwards with strength, but the moment he raised his foot, the punch that the god of death hit in his ear turned into a claw, grabbed Yan Murong's shoulder, and then threw Yan Murong out with an over-the-shoulder fall.

Jack pendant.

Yan Murong was in the air, instantly lifted his qi, and his body flew towards the wall and fell quickly.

"Pedal, pedal—"

Even though he landed on the ground with a jack, inertia took him a few steps backwards.

"Draw your sword." Death said with a smile. "If you draw your sword, there is still a possibility of winning me, if you don't draw your sword, you can't beat me."

"Who says you can't win without drawing your sword?" Yan Murong suddenly laughed, and at this time, Zheng Xiao, who had been shrinking in the corner, suddenly fell to the ground, and the small basement was filled with a good smell.

"Huh? Why is it so fragrant? The Grim Reaper subconsciously twitched his nose, and in the next second, his face suddenly changed. Is this poison? ”

"Big guys aren't stupid." Yan Murong said with a smile. "Last time, you didn't tell me your name, which was rude, don't you say, Mr. Death?"

"It's me." The god of death did not hide it, looked at Yan Murong coldly, and said. "You're a martial artist, poisoned?"

"I'm a warrior." Yan Murong nodded. "But I wasn't the one who poisoned me."

"Do you think you can beat me by poisoning?" Death smiled disdainfully. "Although this poison has some effect on me, it is enough to win you."

"What about adding me? Do you still win? ”

I don't know when, the figure of the little snake has appeared at the door.

"You ordered the poison?"

"It's me."

"I see, hehe." The Grim Reaper laughed. "You are the only one in the world who can get close to me and poison me unknowingly - a poisonous snake."

"Giggles, you know it's me, why don't you run?" Little Snake said with a smile.

"Well, I'll have to run this time." The Grim Reaper nodded, looking very obedient, not feeling any embarrassment in the slightest from running away.

Little Snake said that although she had never fought with the Grim Reaper before, and he couldn't beat the Grim Reaper, the Grim Reaper would be afraid even if he saw her.

Poison, because she was poisoned all over her body.

Even though death is thick and thick, he is also a human being, and he has to breathe - unless he chooses to suffocate himself.

"Actually, you don't have to run, the door is there, just walk out." The little snake smiled and moved out of the way.

"Thank you." The Grim Reaper smiled and nodded to the little snake, turned and walked out.

"Alright, let's go." Five minutes later, after Zheng Xiao regained his strength after taking the medicine given by the little snake, the three of them walked out of the basement.

"Why did you let him go?" Yan Murong asked.

"You hit him?"

"I can't beat it." Yan Murong shook his head. "But isn't there still you?"

"Even if the two of us join forces, we are no match for him." Little Snake said. "Didn't you see that he just wanted to fight you and didn't want to kill you? - Even if I could kill him with poison, I could kill you or me before he died. ”

"Let the tiger go back to the mountain." Yan Murong said softly.

"He's not a tiger." The little snake smiled, pointed at Zheng Xiao, who was carefully following beside him, and said. "He's the tiger."

"You're a tiger?" Yan Murong stopped, squinted his eyes at Zheng Xiao and asked.

"I-I'm not." Zheng Xiao subconsciously took two steps back and shook his head again and again.

"Then tell me what I want to know." Yan Murong said with a smile. "Otherwise, you know the consequences - the big tiger can't be killed, but the little tiger can still be killed."

PS: Today is my mother's birthday, there are a lot of people in the family, and the update is late, sorry. I'll try to get two chapters out before twelve!