The young saint stood in the sky, looking down at Ye Xingchen below, full of confidence. He thought that he had the initiative now and could attack Ye Xingchen at will, while Ye Xingchen below could not attack him at all.

Of course, Ye Xingchen has a long-range attack on the Star Picking Hand and the Wanjian Art, but the two sides are separated by a distance, and the young Saint Son thinks he can handle it easily.

More importantly, although Ye Xingchen's red gold armor is powerful, only the Vajra Palm of the Gods and Buddhas can fully exert this power. If it is replaced by the Star Picking Hand and the Ten Thousand Sword Technique, it is probably not so powerful.

In short, the young saint son now had a confident look on his face. He flew in the sky, waved his long sword, and sharp sword lights slashed towards Ye Xingchen below from the air.

"boom!"

"boom!"

...

Ye Xingchen kept dodging, and those who could not dodge were supported by the defense of the Red Gold Armor. He was not suppressed for a while.

However, the young saint was not in a hurry. He sneered: "I see how long you can hold on. I don't believe that your fighting spirit is endless. When you can't activate this armor, it will be your death."

While speaking, the young saint son continued to swing his sword to attack Ye Xingchen. He flew in the sky, completely grasped the initiative and began to gradually suppress Ye Xingchen.

It can be felt that Ye Xingchen's fighting spirit is decreasing bit by bit, and the golden light of his red gold armor also began to dim.

"It seems that you have begun to reach the limit." Seeing this, the young saint suddenly smiled proudly.

At this point, the young saint son also relaxed his vigilance. After all, he was absolutely safe when flying in the sky, and Ye Xingchen's fighting spirit should be exhausted.

However, at this moment, Ye Xingchen, who was suppressed by him, suddenly burst out with amazing power, kicked the ground with his feet, and jumped into the sky, scaring the young saint son.

But then, the young saint son sneered: "Do you want to take the opportunity to severely damage me? Although I relaxed my vigilance, you dare to jump to the sky. You can't fly. You have nowhere to relay in the air. You can only become my living target. Death, kill the sky and draw the sword style!"

The dazzling sword light rushed towards Ye Xingchen.

In the eyes of the young saint, Ye Xingchen, who was in a high altitude, could not dodge.

His sword is destined to severely damage Ye Xingchen.

However, at this moment, Ye Xingchen sneered at the corner of his mouth, and a sarcastic smile flashed in his dark eyes.

"Huh?" The young saint's eyes narrowed, and a bad feeling suddenly arose in his heart.

The next moment, a blazing flame emerged from Ye Xingchen's body, and a pair of huge flame wings also stretched out from behind him, and the hot air waves swept around.

"Swish!"

With just one flapping wings, Ye Xingchen had already appeared in front of the young saint son. The Vajra Palm of the God and Buddha that had been prepared had already urged to launch a great Buddha. The endless Buddha energy spread, and the Buddha light shone everywhere, suppressing the young saint son fiercely.

"What!" The young saint's pupils shrank suddenly, and his eyes widened in disbelief. He didn't expect Ye Xingchen to have a pair of flame wings, and it was too late to react at this time.

"I forgot to tell you, I will fly too!" Ye Xingchen looked at the young saint son coldly, his pair of fiery palms carrying the surging murderous intent, submerging the young saint son.

"boom!"

The young saint was shot down from the sky by Ye Xingchen's palm, and fell to the ground hard, smashing a huge deep pit. All the trees around him collapsed, burying the deep pit.

Ye Xingchen was flying in the sky and did not rush to fall. He would not relax his vigilance, even though the young saint had been severely injured by him.

"Next, you are my target." Ye Xingchen looked at the deep pit below and couldn't help but sneer.

Immediately, Ye Xingchen used his star-picking hand, condensed a series of star-climbing palms, and bombarded the deep pit below.

Star Picking Hand is a long-range attack, and even if it is a distance, its power cannot be greatly reduced.

"Boom!" The huge deep pit was attacked by Ye Xingchen's star-picking hand. All the trees around it were shattered, and the huge rocks were shattered. The deep pit continued to expand, and the earth was shaking continuously, and it was a mess.

Ye Xingchen didn't care whether the young saint was dead or not, and just kept attacking, until he expanded the deep pit on the ground ten times that he stopped attacking.

"It should be dead!"

Ye Xingchen found that the young saint had never appeared and felt that the other party had been killed by him, so he activated the Tianhuo God's Wings and flew towards the deep pit.

At the same time, Ye Xingchen remained vigilant and was ready for the attack of the young saint son at any time.

However, the attack of the young saint son was never discovered, and Ye Xingchen did not see the body of the young saint son.

Finally, Ye Xingchen searched through the stones under the deep pit before finding some broken jade pendants.

"Baili teleportation talisman!" Ye Xingchen's eyes immediately froze when he saw these shattered jade pendants, and then his face became gloomy.

He knew that after his efforts just now, he still failed to kill the young saint son and was escaped by the other party.

The young saint actually had a hundred miles teleportation talisman.

"This kind of treasure is really a treasure for escaping life!" After a while, Ye Xingchen sighed softly, a little depressed: "Is there nothing to restrain this kind of treasure? When Brother Ji comes back, ask it, otherwise it will be difficult for me to kill the young saint son with this kind of treasure."

After calming down, Ye Xingchen flew towards the nearest city. This was the plan that Fang Yiming had agreed with him after leaving the Sword Emperor Tomb, and would like to have a good time in the nearest city.

...

A hundred miles away, a embarrassed figure climbed up from the river beside him, leaning against a big tree, constantly gasping.

This person is the young saint son. He was seriously injured, his face was pale, and there was a golden palm print on his chest, which was left by Ye Xingchen's last blow.

It was this blow that severely damaged the young saint son, forcing the young saint son to launch the Baili teleportation talisman to escape.

"Damn it, my last piece of the hundred-mile teleportation talisman was also destroyed!"

"I must kill you!"

The young saint son roared to the sky, his face full of anger and murderous intent.

The Baili teleportation Talisman is extremely precious. He has accumulated many treasures before he exchanged two Baili teleportation Talisman from his family. This is what he used to save his life at critical moments. He originally thought that he could only use it when facing the War Emperor or even the Advanced War King.

As a result, these two hundred-mile teleportation talismans were forced to use them by a small warrior who had much worse cultivation than him.

This is really a great humiliation.

The more the young saint thought about it, the more angry the heart became. His dark eyes were full of boiling murderous intent.

"Haotian Academy? Humph, I will let you see the strength of the God of War Family. No matter how strong your talent is, in front of the God of War Family, you will be a mantis arm to be a car." The young saint son looked in the direction of Haotian City and sneered gloomyly.
Chapter completed!