"Who is this kid? He is proficient in the Star Picking Hand and the Vajra Palm of the Gods and Buddhas. Now he has obtained the inheritance of the Sword Emperor. With his talent to enter the Seven Forbidden Realm, if he continues to let him grow, he will sooner or later become the second Sword Emperor, and it will be a major concern for our Xie family."

The young saint wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth and stared at Ye Xingchen tightly. His thoughts turned sharply, and his murderous intent suddenly became much stronger in his eyes.

Ye Xingchen ignored a lot. He was extremely angry at this moment and activated the Vajra Palm of the God and Buddha and rushed towards the young saint son.

The red gold armor shone brightly, like the sacred light covering Ye Xingchen's whole body. The invincible power of the divine beast, the golden ants contained in it was also activated by Ye Xingchen and gathered in the Vajra Palm of the Gods and Buddhas, making Ye Xingchen's palms extremely bright.

Ye Xingchen, in his anger, felt the unyielding fighting spirit contained in the power of the divine beast golden ant. The seed in his heart became stronger, and an invincible will flashed on him.

"Boom!"

The void trembled and the air exploded.

Ye Xingchen blew his palm at the young saint son. The blazing golden light shone like the sun, and the terrifying power rolled like the Yangtze River, making the world tremble.

"Slaying the Sky and Drawing Sword Style!"

Suddenly, the young saint son held a long sword in his hand and slashed the sky. A dazzling sword light almost tore through the space and broke through the barriers of heaven and earth. The unparalleled sword energy penetrated the sky, and the sharpness reached Ye Xingchen.

"Get out of here!" Ye Xingchen roared, his power was activated to the extreme, and the golden door in his body opened immediately, and the terrifying sub-divine power surged continuously, all gathering in his palms.

At this moment, Ye Xingchen seemed to be transformed into a glaring Vajra, and his palms had already dyed golden. The blazing light made his palms press down on the young saint son like two mountains.

"Click!"

The unparalleled sword light was shattered by Ye Xingchen's palms. The young saint's face changed, and then his face turned red, but he was injured, with a trace of blood showing at the corner of his mouth.

"Boom!" Ye Xingchen continued to bombard the Vajra Palm with the invincible power of the gods and Buddhas. The young saint son tried his best to resist, but he still couldn't stop the terrifying power of the palm. He was blown away and knocked down big trees.

In the forest, there was turmoil.

After Ye Xingchen knocked away the young saint son, his anger finally vented, and his eyes regained a trace of calmness. The ascetic lineage of the mind-cultivation technique automatically operated in his body, allowing him to completely restore his rationality.

Thinking of the previous things, Ye Xingchen couldn't help but feel palpitations: "I was actually blinded by anger? How is this possible?"

Ye Xingchen walked all the way from the Kingdom of Roland and experienced many crises. His mind was so firm that even the featherless chicken praised him.

Even though he was so threatened by Zhang Ying and bullied by Zhao Qingchun, Ye Xingchen always remained calm.

But just now, just a few words from the young saint son made him fall into extreme anger.

Even just now, Ye Xingchen felt a strong murderous intent in his body, as if he was telling himself that he would kill everyone, kill everyone, destroy everything, and destroy this world.

"Inner Demon!"

Ye Xingchen's eyes suddenly froze, and he thought of the Ten Thousand Swords Art.

Back then, many geniuses from Haotian Academy learned the Wanjian Art with the old man without arm, but they all went astray and became the big devils who killed without blinking.

Even the old man without arms almost became a demon because of the Ten Thousand Sword Art, and finally even destroyed his arms.

Ye Xingchen was always alert, but he didn't expect that he would almost fall into a devil today.

Fortunately, he had the skills of practicing the ascetic lineage of the ascetic monks, so he was spared from a disaster.

"I really want to thank Master Wuhui for teaching my ascetic genius's mind-cultivation technique. Otherwise, even if I kill this young saint son today, I will not be able to escape the devil's kalpa."

Ye Xingchen calmed down and was still worried, and was somewhat fortunate that he had received the ascetic practice of the ascetic lineage taught by Master Wuhui.

"However, I still have to practice the Sword Heart Art as soon as possible to completely eliminate the consequences of practicing the Ten Thousand Sword Art." Ye Xingchen thought to himself.

The Sword Emperor had mentioned to him the side effects of practicing the Ten Thousand Swords Art. This side effects are a consequence of others and will make people fall into devils, but for those who have practiced the Sword Heart Art, it is a huge opportunity.

Because the inner demons produced by practicing the Ten Thousand Swords Art can be used to hone the Sword Heart Art, so that practicing the Sword Heart Art can achieve twice the result with half the effort.

After Ye Xingchen practices the Sword Heart Art and condenses his own Sword Heart, he will no longer be afraid of the inner demon.

...

Ye Xingchen's thoughts turned sharply. It seemed very long, but in fact it was just his thoughts in the blink of an eye. He was already rushing towards the young saint who was bombing out.

Ye Xingchen will not show mercy to this young saint son, and he will take your life while you are sick.

However, the young saint son was very strong. Even though he was hit by the Vajra Palm of the Gods and Buddhas, he was still not dead. By the time Ye Xingchen rushed over, he had already stood up again and stabbed Ye Xingchen with a sword. The opportunity just happened to catch it, leaving a blood mark on Ye Xingchen's face.

In the midst of lightning, Ye Xingchen relied on the wind he had comprehended and moved it away to avoid being hit by the other party in his neck.

Such a terrifying sword technique made Ye Xingchen sweat coldly behind his back, and he thought that it was indeed a peerless sword technique created by a generation of sword gods. If it weren't for the weak power, he would have been defeated long ago.

"Boy, I was careless. I didn't expect you to be able to use this armor to such a level. I didn't expect that the armor was so powerful. It seems that it is also at the top level among the top weapons."

The young saint son forced Ye Xingchen away with a sword, wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said with a cold look on his face.

"Boom!" Ye Xingchen slashed with his palm and shouted coldly: "You will definitely die today. I want to use you to pay tribute to the senior Sword Demon."

It is still the Vajra Palm of God and Buddha, which incorporates the sub-divine power and the power of the Red Gold Armor in the Golden Gate. The power of this palm is very terrifying. Ye Xingchen believes that it is enough to severely damage the young saint son.

However, just as the divine palm came, the young saint suddenly stepped into the air and avoided it.

"Huh?" Ye Xingchen looked up at the young saint son in the sky, but he almost forgot that the young saint son had entered the realm of the First Star Wars King and could fly.

The biggest disadvantage between a war general and a war king is not the difference in strength, but the war king can fly.

As long as the King of War flies in the sky, no matter how powerful the general is, you will never be able to defeat the King of War who can fly in the sky.

At this moment, the young saint son looked at Ye Xingchen below with a proud face, and smiled gloomy: "Boy, you are just a general after all. Even if you have the power beyond me with this armor, you cannot fly and can only become my target on the ground."
Chapter completed!