Even Long Yuanjian, who had used this move, suddenly came back to his senses. Seeing Ye Xingchen still rushing towards him in defense, he felt horrified in his heart. How could he be the opponent of this sword with his bare hands? Even if he really
Even if you have broken through the advanced realm of latent explosion, it is impossible to resist a sword?
Long Yuanjian wanted to retreat, but the sword light had already been slashed out. How could he have time? If he could choose, even if he lost his life, he would not want Ye Xingchen to be hurt at all. But there are many things that he cannot choose, even if he has reached
In the advanced realm of latent explosion, once you use the latent explosion move, you cannot take it back at all. You can only watch Ye Xingchen's body facing his sword light.
I kept praying in my heart, just asking that nothing would happen to my junior brother, otherwise even if I cut myself into pieces, it would be difficult to atone for my sin. After all, a super genius who can reach the advanced level of latent explosion in his twenties is more important to Longmen than him.
The leader is really too much higher.
Feeling the terrifying power contained in that huge sword light, Ye Xingchen had no fear, no cowardice, and no hesitation in his eyes. His originally pitch-black eyes were now filled with silver light, and his blazing fighting spirit continued.
Surging out, the silver-white light all over his body became even more brilliant, truly like a god above the nine heavens.
However, his fist did not speed up, but the terrifying pressure increased several times, and the silvery white light could be faintly seen starting to glow with a faint golden color.
A silver-white fist mark bloomed from Ye Xingchen's fist. Although it was not as huge as the sword light of Long Yuan Sword, it was hundreds of times larger than that of an ordinary fist. The shadow of the fist collided with the sword light, and the void was shattered.
There was a rumbling sound, and faint flashes of electric light could be seen, as if this huge collision had torn the void apart.
Suddenly, the whole shadow of the fist burst open, as if a white paper light bulb had been smashed, and the corner of Ye Xingchen's mouth cooperated with a trace of blood, but the fighting spirit in his eyes was even stronger.
An even more terrifying aura erupted, and the silvery-white light all over his body shone again, and the faint golden light became more and more numerous.
"Broken..." Ye Xingchen shouted again and punched out again, several times bigger than before. The fist that was already the size of a wheel once again met the huge sword light.
"Rumble..." There were several loud noises in succession, and the thunder in the air was even louder, faintly like exploding the void. However, Ye Xingchen's huge fist shadow once again broke into countless starlights, regardless of blocking the sword.
It was only the speed of the sword, but his big mouth opened even more, and a stream of blood spurted out. His face was even more pale. It was obvious that he had been severely injured, but the power of the sword was still not sharp.
He was slashing towards him, as if he would not stop until he was killed.
Everyone looked at Ye Xingchen closely, their eyes full of worry, but in this situation, except for the seven supreme elders of Longmen, no one else could save him at all, but the seven old men now
All his thoughts were spent on Kufkarski. Such a big thing happened here and he didn't come here. It was obvious that he didn't pay attention to what was going on here. How could he come in time?
Seeing that the huge sword light was about to hit Ye Xingchen's mind, Long Zongfeng, Long Waner, Long Minjun and others all had sad looks in their eyes. Although Ye Xingchen was a bit hateful in many cases, after all
He was still very kind to them, especially Long Wan'er, who already had an inexplicable feeling towards Ye Xingchen. She only felt as if her heart had been pulled out of her soul.
Long Yuanfeng, Long Yuankuang, Long Yuanxue, and even Long Yuanjian all showed expressions of despair. Once Ye Xingchen died, how much loss would they lose to the Dragon Gate? Especially Long Yuanjian's eyes were filled with regret.
Full of helplessness and sorrow, why can't I control my emotions? Why can't I endure it?
Everyone thought that Ye Xingchen, who had run out of oil, could not escape this terrifying sword. Even if his body was strong, he would never be able to resist this sword.
But Ye Xingchen, who was in the sword light, suddenly showed a proud smile on his lips, and his eyes were filled with unparalleled powerful fighting spirit. The aura of his whole body suddenly changed, and the silver-white light suddenly
Disappeared without a trace. Except for the fierce fighting spirit to fight against the world, everything about everyone seemed to have disappeared.
It was at this time that a pale golden light suddenly appeared on his body. He was really like the golden-armored god, and his already extremely powerful fighting spirit was expanded without limit, and his terrifying power was...
The pressure had already made the creatures in the distance surrender, but he punched again.
It was still a simple straight punch, still an ordinary straight punch, but a golden light and shadow appeared on the surface of the fist. Although it was very small, only as thick as a small tree, it defended the huge tree.
The sword light greeted him.
"Ka...boom...boom..." Loud noises kept coming, and the golden fist shadow hit the huge sword light, making bursts of sounds, but it was not smashed to pieces like before.
"Broken..." Ye Xingchen once again let out a loud roar, and the starlight power in his body rushed towards his right fist. A golden ripple burst out, and he ran directly towards the huge sword light.
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"Crack..." As if the crystal was broken, black cracks appeared in the seemingly invisible sword light, and then the whole thing exploded. The huge sword energy was scurrying around, but it was blocked by Ye Xingchen's golden sword light.
All the ripples were resisted, and deafening sounds continued to emit in the air. The disciples with lower cultivation levels were already retreating continuously. They could not bear the violent energy.
The sword energy flew away and slowly disappeared, and the golden light also disappeared without a trace, leaving the huge mountain top in silence.
At least one-third of the entire top of the mountain was cut off, and it was as empty and flat as a football field. Long Yuanjian stood quietly on the spot, holding the sword in one hand and pointing directly at the ground, while Ye Xingchen's figure came
Arriving in front of him, his punch hit Long Yuanjian's heart, but rather than hitting his heart, it was more like being placed on his heart. It had no power at all, and no light at all.
Both of them stood so quietly, with a faint smile hanging on the corner of Ye Xingchen's mouth. It was a kind of confidence, a kind of arrogance, and a fighting spirit to fight against anyone else in the world, but his
His eyes were a little distracted, as if his consciousness was gradually dissipating. However, two lines of blood and tears burst out of the corners of Long Yuanjian's eyes. His eyes were full of sentimentality and... touching...