"Dang!"


    Although Ye Tianlong''s center of gravity is unstable, his instinct is to let him chop a knife and shoot down half of the ghost.


    And he also turned over two somersaults, and then his feet staggered to stabilize himself.


    At that moment, Chen Huanghe understood that there is heaven outside the sky and there are people outside the people.


    "It''s worthy of being a top ten."


    Ye Tianlong bit his lip to suppress the rolling Qi and blood. Then he lost half of the ghost in his hand and picked up the Hequan in the silent rain with his backhand.


    "It''s just I''m still standing


    Ye Tianlong straightened up Hequan and looked at the Pharaoh with a smile: "look who laughs last tonight."


    Although on the surface, ye Tianlong''s heart is still dignified. Although he knows from master shipin''s skill that Jiupin is qualitatively different from shipin.


    But still did not expect, this distance is so great, although Ye Tianlong has made great efforts to do nine first.


    Of course, he didn''t show his melancholy, but kept calm and looked at the Pharaoh: "fight again!"


    "I said, you don''t know ten grades."


    "Ten ye Tianlong are not my opponents," he joked


    Ma Qingdi spits out a mouthful of blood and looks at the guns beside Chen Huanghe. He wants to shoot, but he finally gets rid of the idea.


    If not, ye Tianlong will not be able to help, but will be hurt. He can only watch the battle patiently and wait for the support.


    "Whoosh -"


    at this moment, ye Tianlong whispered again and shot in front of the Pharaon, waving the spring like a river.


    Thirteen swords cut out continuously.


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


    But it didn''t work.


    "Dangdangdang -"


    the Pharaon held out his right hand for 13 times to defuse Ye Tianlong''s rainbow like attack. Then he shook his wrist and flew Ye Tianlong out.


    Ye Tianlong changed his body method three times in the middle of the sky, and then he stood on the grass 15 meters away with his feet.


    On the ground, there are two more traces of feet dragging out.


    The Pharaoh did not pursue Ye Tianlong, but looked at him with a smile: "Ye Tianlong, is that the only way you have?"


    "If so, the gods can''t save you tonight."


    The cold face of the Pharaoh, such as glaciers, showed a trace of sarcasm: "do not want to save the emperor and the Ye family."


    Ye Tianlong is still standing


    "Young and frivolous, naturally think that Jiupin invincible, but I don''t know, he is a frog in the well."


    The Pharaoh looked at Ye Tianlong''s eyes, with a trace of pity: "in fact, with your qualifications, keep a low profile for ten years, you can definitely enter ten grades."


    "Then I may not be your opponent, only the son of God can fight you."


    He reached out to wipe the blood from the corner of his eye: "but now, I''m killing you like killing a chicken. That''s the price of arrogance."


    "Too much nonsense!"


    Ye Tianlong sneered: "carry me to attack again."


    After that, he rushed up again with a wave of Hequan. The light of the sword flickered and poured out around the Pharaoh.


    "Dangdang!"


    The left hand of the Pharaon was behind him. With only one hand, he blocked Ye Tianlong''s thunder attack.


    "Whoosh, whoosh -"


    the rain is cut out by Ye Tianlong''s Hequan. Any expert who is under such a sharp attack is likely to have a strange head.


    But the pharaoh was able to calmly block the attack, and put all the attacks of Ye Tianlong back.


    "Bang!"


    Ye Tianlong attacked nine swords, and the Pharaoh only returned one.


    It was this punch that directly interrupted Hequan and rocked Ye Tianlong more than ten meters.


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


    But he quickly adjusted himself, lost half of the Hequan in his hand, grabbed the village rain and rushed up.


    "When -"


    after another fierce battle, ye Tianlong was shot by the Pharaoh, and the village rain broke into three pieces and fell on the ground, just like Ye Tianlong''s more and more difficult situation.


    Ye Tianlong gritted his teeth and charged with his sword. In less than three minutes, he was beaten more than ten meters by the Pharaoh.


    The grass sword also fell to the ground in pieces. It''s terrible.


    "There''s no hope. Ye Tianlong will die. Ten products are invincible!"


    Chen Huanghe shook his head secretly, but he couldn''t help despairing: "no wonder eight billion people have only four ten products. These ten products are really old monsters."


    Ma Qingdi was silent and looked at Ye Tianlong, who was fighting for blood, falling down again and again, but standing up again and again, with a complicated look.


    At this point, he believed that there was no water in the warm-up match that the Pharaoh said. Thinking that killing 500 people was just a warm-up, he would vomit blood.


    "One sword breaks the river and mountain!"


    Ye Tianlong is more frustrated and more courageous. He grabs the villager''s magic knife, shouts out in front of the pressure of the Pharaoh, and then explodes with a knife light."Hoo -"


    a gorgeous and bloody sword was released by Ye Tianlong.


    This knife, carrying endless murderous gas, seems to be coming from the blood prison battlefield of the Warring States period, through time and space, through hardening, and suddenly like a puncture.


    This knife, also has the overwhelming, as if does not achieve the goal, never give up the obsession.


    Cut off people, knives, guns, mountains and rivers.


    At that moment, Ma Qingdi and Chen Huanghe felt that their vision was red.


    "When -"


    just when Chen Huanghe secretly called for a chance to turn over, the Pharaoh just touched the corner of his mouth, turned his fingers into fists, and collided with the villager''s magic knife.


    This blow out, the surrounding space, as if torn, the same shock out of the fierce atmosphere.


    The shadow of the sword that originally appeared around seemed to be mercilessly suppressed by this fist.


    As soon as ye Tianlong''s face changed, the Pharaoh''s fist could easily break through all his defenses. He instinctively turned a knife to block the Pharaoh''s fist.


    "Dang!"


    Fists collide with Murakami harshly, and the magic sword inch by inch breaks. Fists rush forward bravely, breaking all the awns and hitting Ye Tianlong in the chest.


    "What?"


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


    "As I said, you don''t understand the world of shipin."


    The Pharaon stepped forward and beat Ye Tianlong, who was blocked by his hands.


    "Well -"


    Ye Tianlong fell more than ten meters and gasped for three or four seconds before he turned over and knelt down. With a touch of pain, he seemed to be suffering from old injuries and new ones.


    The fire light on the opposite side of the road was lifted three points by his body. It was so loud that even the rain could not be suppressed.


    In the light of the fire, ye Tianlong''s face was pale, as if he had been hurt.


    "Pa -"


    at the same time, a small object fell from ye Tianlong and landed on his left hand side of the ground.


    Ma Qingdi and Chen Huanghe called out: "less leaves, less leaves!"


    "I''m fine. I can carry it."


    Ye Tianlong waved his hand to show that it didn''t matter, and then picked it up.


    When ye Tianlong picked up the fallen object, his pupils suddenly condensed into awn:


    "broken curse monkey?"