Over the stone road, sword lights roared over, flooding the space.

The energy of heaven and earth is boiling.

Fang Yiming, wearing the red gold armor, could only lie on the ground, allowing these sword lights to attack. Ye Xingchen was pressed down by him, otherwise Ye Xingchen would have died long ago.

"Brother Ye, I can't hold on anymore!" Fang Yiming gritted his teeth, his face turned pale, his fighting spirit was too much.

Ye Xingchen looked solemn and said in a deep voice: "Come on, hold on for a while, and wait until your battle energy is exhausted, then I will change it to you. I will try to see if I can activate the natal sword element in my body and take the initiative to attack him."

The natal sword element given to them by the armless old man automatically exploded. When he felt that their lives were threatened by death, he broke out passively and saved his life for them.

Therefore, although the natal sword essence is powerful, it can only block the young saint son's attack for them, but cannot attack the young saint son.

Otherwise, the power of this life sword element is enough to kill the young saint son.

Ye Xingchen also practiced the Ten Thousand Sword Art, and he came from the same source as the old man without arm, so he is now trying to see if he can mobilize the natal sword essence in his body.

This is their last chance.

"Brother Ye, I'm stingy. I would have known that you would have to refine this red gold armor. With your strength, you will definitely be able to exert the power of this red gold armor even stronger. We don't have to be as frustrated as we are now." Fang Yiming suddenly smiled bitterly.

Ye Xingchen was silent. He could understand Fang Yiming's concerns. This was not Fang Yiming's stingy.

Although Ye Xingchen and Fang Yiming have a good relationship, they have known each other for a short time after all, only a few months. It is already very good for Fang Yiming to tell Ye Xingchen that a family treasure like the Red Gold Armor is, and it is impossible to let him hand it over to Ye Xingchen for use.

Furthermore, they each entered a passage separately, and Fang Yiming was too weak. If he hadn't been this red gold armor, he would have died long ago.

Thinking of this, Ye Xingchen shook his head and said, "It's useless to say these things now. You should quickly refine the spirit stones and restore a little battle energy."

Fang Yiming nodded, then no longer distracted and began to refine the spirit stones, but the speed was too slow. After all, the attack of the young saint son disturbed him, so it was impossible for him to calm down and refine the spirit stones. The combat energy he had recovered was very little and could not support his consumption of combat energy.

Ye Xingchen was at ease to test the natal sword element in his body, but this natal sword element was invincible. Whether he used his spiritual consciousness or combat energy to contact it, he was shattered by this natal sword element.

This natal sword essence lives in Ye Xingchen's body, but is not controlled by Ye Xingchen at all. She stays there quietly without any abnormal movement.

"This natal sword essence is too strong, almost comparable to the power of the One-Star War Emperor. I can't mobilize it at all." Ye Xingchen frowned.

The strength of the old man without arms is very terrifying. Although he is only at the peak of the Nine Star Wars King, his actual combat power is comparable to that of the One-Star Wars King, and even a little stronger than the One-Star Wars King.

That's why this natal sword element is so terrifying.

"Brother Ye, I can't hold on!" Fang Yiming suddenly roared, then turned around and rushed towards the young saint son opposite him, rushing to the stone road before stopping.

"Brother Fang!" Ye Xingchen was startled and thought Fang Yiming was going to fight to the death.

However, the red gold armor on Fang Yiming's body was dim, and an extremely large sword light soared into the sky, protecting him all inside.

At the same time, the sword light became more and more dazzling, and countless sword lights and sword energy swept out from it, even the young saint son on the opposite side was affected.

"It's this natal sword element again, huh, do you think you can save this way?" The young saint son on the opposite side sneered and immediately retreated.

The stone road in front of him had previously hindered his killing of Ye Xingchen and Fang Yiming, but now it had hindered the impact of the natal sword essence into him.

Therefore, the young saint son was fine at all. He retreated for a while until the natal sword element on Fang Yiming disappeared, and he continued to approach.

"Have you exhausted your fighting spirit? Next, let's die!" The young saint son looked at Fang Yiming and Ye Xingchen opposite him gloomyly.

At this moment, Fang Yiming had all his fighting energy exhausted, and his natal sword energy in his body also consumed. His breath was weakened to the extreme, his face was extremely pale, and he sat on the ground, gasping for breath, and couldn't stand up.

Ye Xingchen is fine, his strength is at its peak, but he knows that he can't stop the young saint son opposite him.

At this time, Si Kou Guanyu had not yet passed that level.

They have reached a dead end.

"Haha, you still have a natal sword essence, right? I didn't expect that the old guy gave you a natal sword essence. He was really not afraid of death. However, with Mr. Hua here, I guess that old guy would have died long ago!"

Opposite the stone road, the young saint son stared at Ye Xingchen and smiled gloomyly: "What a pity, this natal sword element has the power comparable to the sword emperor. You can't take the initiative to control it, and it explodes passively and can only block my move, but it can't hurt me at all."

"Who are you?" Ye Xingchen asked coldly. He had been fighting with the young saint in front of him for so long, but he still didn't know the other party's name.

However, the young saint son obviously would not tell Ye Xingchen his name. He raised the long sword in his hand, pointed at Ye Xingchen, and sneered: "Although you will definitely die, just in case, I will not tell you my name, let you die in ignorance."

"You are the one who dies!" At this moment, Ye Xingchen glared at his eyes and roared suddenly. A terrifying sub-divine power surged out of the golden gate in his body, and then rushed towards the natal sword element in his body.

At this moment, he completely opened the golden door in his body.

The terrifying sub-divine power, like a Yangtze River, surged wildly, rushing towards the natal sword element.

"Brother Ji once said that the power in the Golden Gate in my body is a divine power, which is a power that transcends the level of War Lord. It should be able to control this natal sword element!"

Ye Xingchen looked inside and felt a little nervous. This was his last bet. Whether it was successful depends on God's will.

"It's interesting. Your strength has improved a lot at once. It's true that it's the Ye family, the inheritance of the two generations of war gods. The bloodline of your Ye family's children is really strong."

Opposite, the young saint son stared at Ye Xingchen who suddenly burst out with an aura, and a trace of jealousy and murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

At the same time, the long sword in his hand pointed at Ye Xingchen, and a blazing sword light suddenly burst out and came across the void.

"Are you going to die?" Fang Yiming looked at the sword, and immediately showed despair and slowly closed his eyes.

"It's really controllable!"

At this moment, Ye Xingchen showed ecstasy expression on his face. He discovered that the sub-divine power could really control the natal sword essence in his body.

Moreover, after absorbing Ye Xingchen's sub-divine power, this natal sword element actually became stronger.

A terrifying sword intent roared out, causing the long sword in the hand of the young saint on the opposite side to tremble, and the sword light he had just shot out was instantly dispersed.
Chapter completed!