Talented Genius

"when!"

Although Ye Tianlong's center of gravity was unstable, he instinctively let him slash and knock down the half ghost.

Because of this, he turned out two more somersaults, and then staggered his feet to stabilize himself.

With only three fingers, the Pharaoh hit the Flying Ye Tianlong, and the ghost broke down. At that moment, Chen Huanghe understood what is meant by the heavens and the humans.

"As expected of a top ten master."

Ye Tianlong bit his lip, suppressing the tumbling blood, then threw away half of the ghost in his hand, and backhand picked up the quiet spring of the rain.

"It's just... I'm still standing!"

Ye Tianlong stood up and looked at Pharaoh with a smile: "Look who has the last laugh tonight."

Although the appearance is calm and calm, Ye Tianlong's heart is still dignified. Although he knows from the skills of the tenth-rank master, there is a qualitative difference between the nineth-rank and the tenth-rank.

But still did not expect that this distance is so great, even though Ye Tianlong has tried hard to be the first in the ninth rank.

Of course, he did not show the melancholy, but kept calm and looked at the pharaoh: "Fight again!"

"I said, you don't understand ten products."

The corner of Pharaoh's mouth evoked a joking: "Ten Ye Tianlong are not my opponents either."

Emperor Ma Qing spit out a mouthful of blood, looked at the guns beside Chen Huanghe, wanted to shoot but finally lost his thoughts.

Maybe not only could he not help, but Ye Tianlong would also be harmed. He could only watch the battle patiently while waiting for the arrival of support.

"Swish—"

At this moment, Ye Tianlong shouted again, and immediately shot in front of the pharaoh, waving the spring like a river pouring.

Thirteen swords were cut out continuously.

The knives are dazzling and deadly. These thirteen knives seem to cut down even the stars in the sky.

But it's useless.

"Dangdangdang—"

Pharaoh stretched out his right hand and blocked it for thirteen times, deflating Ye Tianlong's rainbow-like offensive, and then shook his wrist and directly shot Ye Tianlong out.

Ye Tianlong changed his posture three times in the air before standing on the grass 15 meters away.

On the ground, there were two more trailing traces of feet.

Pharaoh didn't pursue Ye Tianlong, but just looked at him and smiled: "Ye Tianlong, do you only have this means?"

"If it is, the gods will not be able to save you tonight."

Pharaoh's face was as cold as a glacier, with a trace of sarcasm: "Don't even think about saving Ma Qingdi and Ye's family."

Ye Tianlong was still proud: "I'm still standing."

"Young and frivolous, I naturally think that Rank 9 is invincible. As everyone knows, I am a frog at the bottom of the well."

Pharaoh looked at Ye Tianlong's gaze, with a hint of pity: "Actually, with your qualifications, you can definitely be promoted to the tenth rank by keeping a low profile for ten years."

"At that time, I may not be your opponent, only the Son of God can fight you."

He stretched out his hand to wipe the blood flowing from the corner of his eye: "But now, I kill you and kill a chicken is no different. This is the price of arrogance."

"Too much nonsense!"

Ye Tianlong sneered: "Hold my attack and talk about it."

After he finished speaking, he waved the spring and rushed up again, and the blade flashed, pouring continuously around Pharaoh.

"Dangdangdang!"

Pharaoh's left hand was behind him, and with only one hand, he blocked Ye Tianlong's thunderous attack.

"Swish swish--"

The rain was chopped out by Ye Tianlong's Hequan. Any expert under such a sharp and fierce attack, the result is very likely to be in a different place.

However, Pharaoh was able to calmly and unforced to block the attack, suppressing all Ye Tianlong's attacks back.

"boom!"

Ye Tianlong scored nine knives, but Pharaoh only returned a punch.

It was this punch that directly interrupted Izumi, and also shook Ye Tianlong out more than ten meters.

This time, Ye Tianlong also vomited a mouthful of blood.

It's just that he adjusted himself quickly, dropped half of the spring in his hand, grabbed Mura Yu and rushed up.

"when--"

After another fierce battle, Ye Tianlong was hit by the pharaoh, and Cun Yu broke into three pieces and fell to the ground, just like Ye Tianlong's increasingly difficult situation.

Ye Tianlong gritted his teeth, grabbed the draft sword and charged, but within three minutes, he was beaten by the Pharaoh more than ten meters.

The Caozhijian also shattered to the ground, terrible.

"There is no hope, Ye Tianlong will undoubtedly die, Ten-Rank is invincible!"

Chen Huanghe shook his head secretly, unable to stop desperate: "No wonder there are only four tenth ranks for eight billion people. These tenth ranks are indeed old monsters."

Emperor Ma Qing remained silent, looking at Ye Tianlong, who was eager to fight and fell again and again, but stood up again and again, with a complicated expression.

At this point, he believed that there was no water in the warm-up match that Pharaoh said. He would vomit blood when he thought of killing five hundred people just to warm up.

"One sword breaks rivers and mountains!"

Ye Tianlong got more and more frustrated, grabbed the Cunzheng Demon Sword, screamed when facing the pressing pharaoh, and then blew up.

"call--"

Ye Tianlong burst out 90% of the force to cast a sword that was extremely gorgeous and bloody.

This knife, carrying infinite murderous aura, seemed to come from the blood **** battlefield of the Warring States Period, traveling through time and space, after being tempered, and suddenly piercing it.

With this knife, there is still an overwhelming obsession, as if it didn't achieve the goal, and the obsession to never give up.

Broken people, swords, guns, mountains and rivers.

At this moment, Emperor Ma Qing and Chen Huanghe felt a blood-red vision.

"when--"

Just when Chen Huanghe secretly cried out for a chance to turn over, the Pharaoh just moved the corner of his mouth, his fingers turned into fists, and violently collided with the Murata Demon Blade.

This punch blasted out, and the surrounding space, as if torn apart, shook a sharp aura.

The knife shadows that had appeared around seemed to be ruthlessly suppressed by this punch.

Ye Tianlong's expression changed. Pharaoh's punch could easily break through all his defenses. He instinctively turned around with a single knife to block Pharaoh's fist.

"when!"

The fist and the village were hit hard, the demon sword shattered every inch, the fist rushed forward, shattering all the blades, and hit Ye Tianlong's chest straight.

"what?"

Ye Tianlong changed his face slightly, moved his body, and quickly shot out backwards.

"I said, you don't understand the world of Rank Ten."

Pharaoh took a step forward and beat Ye Tianlong who was blocking with both hands.

"Ok--"

Ye Tianlong flew out more than ten meters, panting for three or four seconds before turning over and kneeling on the ground, with a touch of pain, as if old injuries and new injuries were coming together.

The flames diagonally across the area, surrounded by the waves of his body, also invisibly raised three points, hunting and hunting, even the rain could not suppress.

In the flames, Ye Tianlong's face was pale, as if he had suffered a lot of injuries.

"Snapped--"

At the same time, a small object fell from Ye Tianlong's body and landed next to his left hand that was resting on the ground.

Emperor Ma Qing and Chen Huanghe shouted together: "Ye Shao, Ye Shao!"

"I'm fine, I can carry it."

Ye Tianlong waved his hand, indicating that it did not matter, then picked up the thing back.

The Pharaoh who had been calm, saw Ye Tianlong picking up the fallen object, his pupils instantly condensed into light:

"The curse-breaking monkey?"