In the air, the sword energy was raging, and the fierce sharp edge tore the world apart like glass.

Three people and four figures were fighting in this world.

The Sword Emperor was divided into two bodies, attacking Ye Xingchen and the Young Saint Son respectively. When he raised his hand and feet, he swept out the sword energy in the sky. Even if the terrible power was scattered, it made the world shaking uneasy.

The surrounding palaces had long been broken, and countless huge rocks flew into all directions.

"The fourth level of Ten Thousand Swords Art!"

Suddenly, the Sword Emperor shouted loudly, his eyes suddenly became extremely sharp, like an eagle's eyes, the terrible power suddenly swept against the nine heavens, and dazzling sword lights roared past in the air.

I saw a thousand long swords, like a torrent, burst out from the two sword emperors, and rushed towards Ye Xingchen and the young saint son.

At this moment, both Ye Xingchen and the young Saint Son felt tremendous pressure.

The young saint even shouted: "Sword Emperor, you are lying. Can you understand the fourth level of the Ten Thousand Swords Technique at the level of a general?"

"I just said to suppress my cultivation, but as for the strength of this swordsmanship, it cannot be suppressed." The Sword Emperor said lightly.

He could not suppress his sword cultivation because it was unrealistic.

Ye Xingchen can be more than seventh level, and the young saint can be more than sixth level. If the Sword Emperor suppresses his sword cultivation level when he is three levels lower than them, how can he beat them?

Unless the Sword Emperor can go above level ten, it's almost the same, but this is unrealistic.

In fact, the Sword Emperor just hopes to fight Ye Xingchen and the young saint son fairly.

Because the sword emperor's sword cultivation is too high, he must suppress his strength, otherwise even if he is in the same realm, the sword emperor can instantly kill Ye Xingchen and the young saint son.

"hateful!"

When the young Saint Son heard the Sword Emperor's words, he was shocked and angry. Then he let out a roar, and his whole body was like a sharp sword unsheathed. A terrible sword energy soared from him, cutting the sky in front of him in half.

"Since you use your sword cultivation to suppress me, I will defeat you with absolute strength!" The young saint son snorted coldly, mobilized all his fighting spirit, and used absolute strength to slash out the most powerful sword.

"Slaying the Sky and Drawing Sword Style!"

The young saint roared, and sword lights appeared around him, and then all gathered in the sky above his head, forming an extremely huge sword of heaven, and quickly slashed towards the sword emperor opposite him.

The torrent of the thousand long swords also came towards the huge lightswords.

There was constant collision between the two, and then a series of explosions occurred.

In the end, the young saint son vomited blood and flew backwards, and the Sword Emperor was also shook more than ten steps back by the huge sword light.

"Slaying the Sky and Drawing Sword Style? The holy-level combat skills created by the previous generation of the gods of your Xie family, I didn't expect you to learn it." The Sword Emperor looked at the young saint who vomited blood, and for the first time there was a hint of praise in his eyes.

When the young saint heard this, he said proudly: "Sword Emperor, although the previous generation of God's son was unable to defeat you back then, now he has reached an unfathomable state and can be called the strongest man in our Xie family to the sword god."

"His swordsmanship, blindly pursuing power, has turned to the left, and it is impossible for him to become a sword god." The Sword Emperor shook his head.

"Hmph, no matter what kind of combat skills, you are pursuing power. You are jealous." The young saint son mocked.

"I'm gone, why are you jealous? You'd better prepare to take my last sword!" The Sword Emperor said lightly, and at the same time, ten thousand long swords appeared behind him.

This is the flying of thousands of swords!

The young Saint Son's face changed drastically, and he couldn't help but roar: "The fifth level of the Ten Thousand Swords Art! You are all powers that can compete with the War Lord's realm. You are actually using it to deal with me, the One-Star War King. I think you are playing tricks on me, and you don't want to hand over the inheritance at all."

"I just used the cultivation level of the Nine-Star Warrior General to activate this sword. If you have the ability, you can naturally take it." The Sword Emperor said lightly.

"Impossible, no one in the world can block your sword below the level of the War Emperor." The young saint son didn't believe it at all. He felt that the Sword Emperor was playing tricks on him.

"If you can't stop it, you will have no chance to have my inheritance." The Sword Emperor still had a calm expression.

At the same time, ten thousand long swords had already surged like a torrent. The void was shaking, the sky and the earth were torn apart, and sharp sword energy was roaring, as if the scene was destroyed in the doomsday.

"Damn it, I'll fight with you!" The young saint yelled. He was naturally unwilling to give up, so he had to use all his strength to resist.

On the other side, Ye Xingchen, who had finally blocked the attack of a thousand long swords, was now facing the attack of ten thousand long swords like a young saint son.

Ye Xingchen's face also changed drastically: "The fifth level of the Ten Thousand Swords Art, this is the peak that the Sword Emperor can cultivate. How can I resist it?"

Like the young saint son, Ye Xingchen also felt that this sword could not be blocked.

After all, this is a sword that is enough to confront a strong man of War Lord level.

"My only advantage is that the Sword Emperor is at the level of the Four-Star War King, three levels lower than me. His fighting spirit and strength are much smaller than mine, so I can only defeat others with my strength." Ye Xingchen thought to himself.

At the same time, Ye Xingchen did not dare to keep anything anymore, and directly opened the golden door in his body, and a powerful aura swept out from him.

"Huh?" The Sword Emperor opposite raised his eyebrows and looked at Ye Xingchen with some surprise. He didn't expect that Ye Xingchen's aura suddenly increased so much, which was equivalent to upgrading to a level.

"What a strong talent!" The Sword Emperor had to praise him.

In terms of single-wheel talent, Ye Xingchen is now very close to his back then, and is enough to be on par with the son of the God of War Family.

With such talent, there are not many people looking at the entire God of War Continent.

He is either a strong man or a genius, and he is destined to be a person in the pool.

Thinking of this, the Sword Emperor looked at Ye Xingchen deeply, and a trace of expectation appeared in his eyes: "Boy, I hope you can block this sword."

At this time, Ye Xingchen had already been flooded by those ten thousand long swords. Where he was, there were sword energy everywhere and dazzling sword light everywhere.

Ye Xingchen roared. He no longer used swordsmanship to take action, but used the Vajra Palm of God and Buddha to activate it with absolute power. Whether it was fighting spirit, sub-divine power, or the perfect power of the body, he was all integrated into this move.

These three powerful forces condensed into one, causing the golden light on Ye Xingchen's body to flourish. A huge golden Buddha statue rose behind him, growing taller and taller, like a giant, sweeping across the Eight Desolates with one palm.

If you look closely, you will find that the face of this Buddha statue is exactly the same as Ye Xingchen.
Chapter completed!