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The breath of heaven and earth, the aura is boiling.

Fang Yiming was wearing the red gold battle armor, so he could only lie on the ground and let these swords attack. Ye Xingchen was pressed below him, otherwise Ye Xingchen would have died a long time ago.

"Brother Ye, I can't hold on anymore!" Fang Yiming gritted his teeth, his face turned a little pale, his battle qi was too much to consume.

Ye Xingchen's face was solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "Come on, hold on for a while, wait until your battle qi is exhausted, and then replace me, I'll try to see if I can trigger the natal sword yuan in my body and take the initiative to attack him." ”

The natal sword element given to them by the armless old man erupted automatically, and when they felt that their lives were threatened with death, they passively burst out to save their lives.

Therefore, although the Natal Sword Yuan was powerful, it could only block the blow of the Young Saint Son for them, but it could not attack the Young Saint Son.

Otherwise, with the strength of this natal sword element, it would be enough to kill that young saint son.

Ye Xingchen's cultivation is also the Ten Thousand Sword Technique, which is from the same source as the armless old man, so he is now trying to see if he can mobilize this natal sword element in his body.

This is their last chance.

"Brother Ye, I was stingy, I knew that I would let you refine this red gold battle armor, with your strength, you will definitely be able to exert the power of this red gold battle armor even stronger, and we don't have to be as aggrieved as we are now. Fang Yiming suddenly smiled bitterly.

Ye Xingchen was silent, he could understand the scruples in Fang Yiming's heart, it was not that Fang Yiming was 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. A family heirloom like the Red Gold Battle Armor, Fang Yiming was already very good if he was able to tell Ye Xingchen, and it was impossible for him to give it to Ye Xingchen to use.

Moreover, they had each entered a passage before, Fang Yiming's strength was too weak, and if it weren't for this red gold battle armor, he would have died a long time ago.

Thinking of this, Ye Xingchen shook his head and said, "It's useless to say these things now, you hurry up and refine the spirit stone and recover a little battle qi." ”

Fang Yiming nodded, then stopped being distracted and began to refine the spirit stone, but this speed was too slow, after all, there was an attack from the young saint son disturbing him, it was impossible for him to calm down and refine the spirit stone, and the recovered battle qi was very small, and it could not support the consumption of his battle qi at all.

Ye Xingchen was relieved to test the natal sword element in his body, but this natal sword element was indestructible, no matter how he used his spiritual sense or battle qi to touch, he was crushed by this natal sword element.

This natal sword yuan lived in Ye Xingchen's body, but it was not controlled by Ye Xingchen at all, and stayed there quietly, without any movement at all.

"This Natal Sword Yuan is too strong, almost comparable to the power of a one-star War Emperor, and I can't mobilize it at all. Ye Xingchen frowned.

The armless old man's strength is very terrifying, although he is only at the peak of the nine-star battle king, but his actual combat power is comparable to that of a one-star war emperor, and even a little stronger than a one-star war emperor.

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, and did not stop until he reached the gravel road.

"Brother Fang!" Ye Xingchen was taken aback, thinking that Fang Yiming was going to fight hard.

However, just as the light of the red gold battle armor on Fang Yiming's body dimmed, a huge and incomparable sword light rose into the sky, protecting his entire person inside.

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

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

The gravel road in front of him had prevented him from killing Ye Xingchen and Fang Yiming before, but now it had hindered the Natal Sword Yuan from affecting him.

Therefore, the young saint son was fine at all, he retreated a distance, and did not continue to approach until the natal sword yuan on Fang Yiming's body disappeared.

"Is the battle qi exhausted?Next, let's die!" The young saint son looked gloomily at Fang Yiming and Ye Xingchen on the opposite side.

At this moment, Fang Yiming's battle qi was all exhausted, and the natal sword yuan in his body was also consumed, his aura was weakened to the extreme, his face was extremely pale, and he sat on the ground with his butt, gasping for breath, and he couldn't stand up.

Ye Xingchen was okay, his strength was at its peak, but he knew that he couldn't stop the young saint son on the opposite side at all.

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

They have reached a dead end.

"Hehe, you still have a natal sword element, right? I didn't expect that old guy to give you no one a natal sword element, I'm really not afraid of death. However, with Hua Lao here, that old guy must have died a long time ago!"

On the other side of the stone road, the young saint son stared at Ye Xingchen and said with a gloomy smile: "It's a pity, this Natal Sword Yuan has a power comparable to that of the Sword Emperor, you can't take the initiative to control it at all, and it explodes passively, it can only block my move, but it can't hurt me at all." ”

"Who the hell 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 wouldn't tell Ye Xingchen his name, only to see him raise the long sword in his hand, point at Ye Xingchen, and sneer: "Although you will definitely die, but just in case, I won't tell you my name, just let you die in ignorance." ”

"It's you who died!" At this moment, Ye Xingchen's eyes widened and he yelled violently. A terrifying sub-divine power surged out from the golden gate in his body, and then rushed towards the natal sword yuan in his body.

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

That terrifying sub-divine power, like a great river of the Yangtze River, surged wildly and rushed towards the Natal Sword Yuan.

"Brother Ji once said that the power in the Golden Gate in my body is a sub-divine power, which is the power that surpasses the existence of the Zhanzun level, and it should be able to control this natal sword element!"

Ye Xingchen looked inside his body, and was a little nervous in his heart, this was his last bet, whether he succeeded or not, everything depended on the will of God.

"It's a bit interesting, your strength has actually improved a lot all of a sudden, and sure enough, it's not the Ye family, the inheritance of the two generations of war gods, the bloodline of your Ye family's children is really strong. ”

On the other side, the young saint son stared closely at Ye Xingchen, who suddenly burst out of breath, and a trace of jealousy and killing intent flashed in his eyes.

At the same time, the long sword in his hand pointed at Ye Xingchen, and a blazing sword suddenly erupted, cutting through the void.

"Are you going to die?" Fang Yiming looked at this sword, suddenly showing a look of despair, and slowly closed his eyes.

"It's really controllable!"

At this moment, Ye Xingchen's face showed ecstasy, and he found that the sub-divine power could really control the natal sword element in his body.

Moreover, after absorbing Ye Xingchen's sub-divine power, this Natal Sword Yuan actually became stronger.

A terrifying sword intent roared out, making the long sword in the hand of the young saint son on the opposite side tremble, and the sword light he had just struck out was also instantly dispersed. (To be continued.) )