The young saint son stood high in the air, looking down at Ye Xingchen below, his face full of confidence. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info He thinks that he has the initiative now and can attack Ye Xingchen casually, while Ye Xingchen below can't attack him at all.

Of course, Ye Xingchen had a long-range attack star picker and ten thousand sword skills, but the two sides were separated by a distance, and the young saint son thought that he was enough to deal with it easily.

What's more, although Ye Xingchen's red gold battle armor is powerful, only the Divine Buddha Vajra Palm can fully exert this power, and if it is replaced by the Star Picking Hand and the Ten Thousand Sword Technique, it is estimated that the power will not be so strong.

In short, the young saint son was now confident, he flew in the sky, waved his long sword, and one after another sharp sword rays slashed towards Ye Xingchen below.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

......

Ye Xingchen kept dodging, and those who couldn't dodge were all supported by the defensive power of the red gold battle armor, and he was not suppressed for a while.

However, the young saint son was not in a hurry, he sneered: "I see how long you can hold on, I don't believe that your battle qi is endless, and when you can't urge this battle armor, it will be your death." ”

While speaking, the young saint son continued to swing his sword to attack Ye Xingchen, and he who was flying in the sky completely controlled the initiative and began to gradually suppress Ye Xingchen.

It could be felt that Ye Xingchen's battle aura was decreasing bit by bit, and the golden light of the red gold battle armor on his body began to dim.

"Looks like you're starting to reach your limits. Seeing this, the young son immediately smiled proudly.

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

However, at this time, Ye Xingchen, who was suppressed by him, suddenly burst out with amazing strength, kicked the ground with both feet, and jumped into the air at once, startling the young saint son a lot.

But then, the young saint son sneered: "Do you want to take the opportunity to hit me hard? Although I relaxed my vigilance, but you actually dare to jump into the air, you can't fly, you have nowhere to relay in the air, you can only become my living target, suffer death--slashing the sky and drawing the sword!"

The dazzling sword light pressed towards Ye Xingchen.

In the eyes of the young saint son, Ye Xingchen, who was in the sky, was impossible to dodge.

His sword was destined to hit Ye Xingchen hard.

However, at this moment, the corners of Ye Xingchen's mouth pulled up a sneer, and a mocking smile also flashed in his dark eyes.

"Huh?" the young saint's eyes froze, and a bad feeling suddenly rose in his heart.

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

"Huh!"

With just one flap of his wings, Ye Xingchen had already appeared in front of the young saint son, and the god Buddha Vajra palm, which had already been prepared, urged a great Buddha of the world, and the endless Buddha aura was permeated, and the Buddha's light was shining, and it was fiercely suppressed towards the young saint son.

"What!" The young saint son's pupils shrank suddenly, 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 can fly too!" Ye Xingchen looked at the young saint son coldly, a pair of fiery palms, carrying a surging killing intent, drowning the young saint son.

"Boom!"

The young saint son was shot down directly from the sky by Ye Xingchen's palm, and fell to the ground fiercely, smashing out a huge deep pit, and all the surrounding trees collapsed, burying the deep pit.

Ye Xingchen flew in the sky, and he was not in a hurry to fall, he would not relax his vigilance, even if the young saint son had been severely injured by him.

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

Immediately, Ye Xingchen used his star-picking hand, condensed one star palm after another, and bombarded towards the deep pit below.

The Starpicker is a ranged attack, and even from a distance, its power is not much reduced.

"Boom!" The huge pit was attacked by Ye Xingchen's star picker, the surrounding trees were all shattered, and the boulders were also shattered, the pit continued to expand, and the earth shook more than once, and it was a mess.

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

"I should be dead!"

Ye Xingchen found that the young saint son had never appeared, and felt that the other party had been killed by himself, so he urged the Heavenly Fire Divine Wings to fly towards the deep pit.

At the same time, Ye Xingchen was still vigilant, ready for the attack of the Young Saint Son at any time.

However, the attack of the Young Holy Son was never discovered, and Ye Xingchen did not see the 'corpse' of the Young Holy Son.

In the end, Ye Xingchen rummaged through the stones under the pit before he found some broken jade pendants.

"Hundred Miles Teleportation Talisman!" Ye Xingchen saw these shattered jade pendants, his eyes immediately froze, and then his face became gloomy.

He knew that after all his efforts just now, he still didn't kill the young saint son, and was escaped by the other party.

That young saint son actually had a hundred-mile teleportation charm.

"This kind of treasure is really a treasure to escape from!" Half-loud, Ye Xingchen sighed lightly, a little depressed: "Isn't there anything to restrain this kind of treasure?" Wait for Brother Ji to come back and ask it, otherwise with this kind of treasure on my body, it will be difficult for me to kill that young saint son." ”

Packing up his mood, 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 he would meet in the nearest city.

......

A hundred miles away, an embarrassed figure climbed up from the small river next to it, leaning against a big tree, constantly wheezing.

This person was 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 also this blow that hit the young saint son hard, forcing the young saint son to launch a hundred miles teleportation charm to escape.

"Damn, my last hundred-mile teleportation charm has also been destroyed!"

"I'm going to kill you!"

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

The Hundred Miles Teleportation Talisman is extremely precious, and he has also accumulated many treasures, so he exchanged two Hundred Miles Teleportation Talisman from his family, which he used to save his life at a critical moment, and he thought that he could only use it when facing the War Emperor, or even a high-level War King.

As a result, these two hundred-mile teleportation talismans were actually forced to be used by a small general who was much worse than his cultivation.

It's a shame.

The more the young saint son thought about it, the more angry he became, and his dark eyes were full of boiling killing intent.

"Haotian Academy? Hmph, I'll 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 are also a mantis arm. The young saint son looked in the direction of Haotian City and sneered gloomily.

He had already thought of a way to deal with Ye Xingchen. (To be continued.) )