Chapter 2842: Curse-Breaking Monkey

"Dang!"

Although Ye Tianlong's center of gravity was unstable, his instinct still made him slash with a knife, knocking down the half-shot Ghost Che to the ground.

He also somersaulted twice, and then crossed his feet to stabilize his body.

With just three fingers, Pharaoh knocked Ye Tianlong away and broke the Ghost Che. At that moment, Chen Huanghe understood what it meant to say that there are always people better than you.

"You are worthy of being a tenth-grade master."

Ye Tianlong bit his lips, suppressed the surging blood, and then threw away the half-shot Ghost Che in his hand, and picked up the rain-soaked Izumi with his backhand.

"But... I'm still standing!"

Ye Tianlong held up Izumi and smiled at Pharaoh: "Let's see who laughs last tonight."

Although he looked calm on the surface, Ye Tianlong was still solemn in his heart. Although he knew from the skills of the tenth-grade master that there was a qualitative difference between the ninth grade and the tenth grade.

But he still didn't expect that the distance was so great, even though Ye Tianlong had tried his best to be the first in the ninth grade.

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

"I said, you don't understand the tenth level."

Pharaoh's mouth curled up with a teasing: "Ten Ye Tianlongs are not my opponent."

Ma Qingdi spat out a mouthful of blood, looked at the guns beside Chen Huanghe, and wanted to shoot but finally dispersed the idea.

Maybe he could not only fail to help, but also hurt Ye Tianlong. He could only watch the battle patiently and wait for the arrival of support.

"Swoosh--"

At this moment, Ye Tianlong shouted again, and instantly shot in front of Pharaoh, and waved with the spring, like a river pouring down.

Thirteen swords were slashed out continuously.

Every sword was dazzling and fatal. These thirteen swords seemed to be able to cut down the stars in the sky.

But it was useless.

"Dangdangdang--"

Pharaoh stretched out his right hand to block thirteen times, completely dissolving Ye Tianlong's rainbow attack, and then shook his wrist and directly knocked Ye Tianlong out.

Ye Tianlong changed his body movements three times in mid-air before he stood on the grass fifteen meters away.

There were two more traces of his feet on the ground.

Pharaoh did not chase Ye Tianlong, but just smiled at him: "Ye Tianlong, is this all you can do?"

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

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

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

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

Pharaoh looked at Ye Tianlong with a trace of pity: "In fact, with your qualifications, you can definitely advance to the tenth rank if you keep a low profile for ten years."

"I may not be your opponent by then, only the Son of God can fight you."

He reached out to wipe the blood flowing from the corner of his eyes: "But now, killing you is no different from killing a chicken. This is the price of arrogance."

"Too much nonsense!"

Ye Tianlong sneered: "Just hold on to my attack."

After that, he waved Izumi and rushed up again, the knife flashing, and kept pouring around Pharaoh.

"Dangdangdang!"

Pharaoh put his left hand behind his back and blocked Ye Tianlong's thundering attack with just one hand.

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh--"

The rain was cut by Ye Tianlong's Izumi, and any master would most likely be beheaded under such a sharp attack.

But Pharaoh was able to block calmly and suppress all of Ye Tianlong's attacks.

"Bang!"

Ye Tianlong attacked nine times, and Pharaoh only punched back.

It was this punch that directly broke the Izumi and sent Ye Tianlong flying more than ten meters away.

This time, Ye Tianlong even spit out a mouthful of blood.

But he quickly adjusted himself, threw away the half of the Izumi in his hand, grabbed Murasame and rushed up.

"Dang--"

After another fierce battle, Ye Tianlong was knocked away by Pharaoh, and Murasame was broken into three pieces and fell to the ground, just like Ye Tianlong's increasingly difficult situation.

Ye Tianlong gritted his teeth and grabbed the Cao Zhi Sword to charge, but in less than three minutes, he was hit by the Pharaoh more than ten meters away.

The Cao Zhi Sword also shattered and fell to the ground, which was horrible to watch.

"There is no hope, Ye Tianlong will definitely die, the tenth rank is invincible!"

Chen Huanghe shook his head secretly, and couldn't stop despairing in his heart: "No wonder there are only four tenth rank among 8 billion people, this tenth rank is indeed an old monster."

Ma Qingdi also remained silent, looking at Ye Tianlong who was fighting with blood, falling down again and again, but standing up again and again, with a complicated expression.

So far, he believed that the warm-up match mentioned by the Pharaoh was not water, and he was about to vomit blood when he thought that killing 500 people was just a warm-up.

"One sword cuts off the mountains and rivers!"

Ye Tianlong became more and more courageous, grabbed the Muramasa Demon Sword, and shouted at the pressing Pharaoh, and then a knife light exploded.

"Hu——"

A knife that was extremely gorgeous and red to the blood was released by Ye Tianlong with 90% of his strength.

This knife, carrying infinite murderous aura, seemed to have come from the bloody battlefield of the Warring States Period, through time and space, tempered, and suddenly pierced through.

This knife, also had overwhelming power, as if it would not give up until it achieved its goal.

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

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

"Dang--"

Just when Chen Huanghe secretly cried out that there was a chance to turn over, Pharaoh just moved the corner of his mouth, and his fingers turned into fists, fiercely colliding with the Muramasa Demon Sword.

This punch blasted out, and the surrounding space seemed to be torn apart, shaking with a sharp breath.

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

Ye Tianlong's face changed. Pharaoh's punch could easily break through all his defenses. He instinctively rotated his sword to block Pharaoh's fist.

"Dang!"

The fist collided fiercely with Muramasa, the demon sword shattered into pieces, and the fist rushed forward, breaking all the sword beams and hitting Ye Tianlong's chest directly.

"What?"

Ye Tianlong's face changed slightly, and he moved his body and shot out quickly.

"I said, you don't understand the world of the tenth rank."

Pharaoh stepped forward and knocked Ye Tianlong, who was blocking with both hands, away.

"Well——"

Ye Tianlong fell and flew out more than ten meters. He panted for three or four seconds before turning over and kneeling on the ground. He looked painful, as if old and new injuries came together.

A fire on the opposite side was also raised three points by the air wave of his body, and it was rustling, and even the rain could not suppress it.

In the firelight, Ye Tianlong's face was pale, and he seemed to have suffered a lot of injuries.

"Pah——"

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

Ma Qingdi and Chen Huanghe shouted: "Young Master Ye, Young Master Ye!"

"I'm fine, I can still hold on."

Ye Tianlong waved his hand to indicate that it was okay, and then picked up the thing.

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

"Curse-breaking Monkey?"