Even the Long Yuan Sword, who used this move, suddenly came to his senses. Seeing Ye Xingchen still rushing towards him with undead defense, he felt shocked. How could he be the opponent of his sword with bare hands? Even if he really broke through the advanced realm of subtle explosion, he would not be able to resist a sword?

Long Yuan Jian wanted to withdraw his move, but the sword light had been cut out. He had no time. If he could choose, even if he lost his life, he would not want Ye Xingchen to suffer any damage. However, many things could not be chosen. Even if he had reached the level of potential explosion, he could not recover it after using the potential explosion move. He could only watch Ye Xingchen's body and face his sword light.

He kept praying in his heart, asking his junior brother not to have anything to do, otherwise he would be difficult to atone for even cutting himself into pieces. After all, a genius who can reach the level of potential explosion in his twenties is much more important to Longmen than his leader.

Feeling the terrifying power contained in the huge sword light, Ye Xingchen's eyes were not afraid, cowardly, nor hesitated. His originally dark eyes were now full of silver light, and his ambiguous fighting spirit continued to surge out, and the silver-white light on his body became even more brilliant, really like the gods above the nine heavens.

But his fist did not increase, but the terrifying pressure could not be increased several times, and the silver-white light began to turn a faint golden color.

A silver-white fist mark bloomed out from Ye Xingchen's fist. Although it was not as huge as the sword light of the Longyuan Sword, it was hundreds of times that of an ordinary fist. The fist shadow collided with the sword light, and a rumbling sound came from the void, and bursts of light could be seen faintly. It seemed that the huge collision had already tore through the void.

Suddenly, the fist shadow broke open, as if a white paper bulb was broken. Ye Xingchen's mouth was even more cooperative and a trace of blood was overflowing, but the fighting spirit in his eyes became stronger and a more terrifying aura burst out. The silver-white light on his body shone again, and the faint golden light had become more and more.

"Break..." Ye Xingchen shouted again and punched him again, several times larger than before. The fist that was already small was facing the huge sword light again.

"Boom..." There were several loud noises in succession, and the lightning in the air became even more intense, as if it had exploded through the void. However, Ye Xingchen's huge fist shadow broke into countless starlight again, regardless of blocking the sword light. However, his big mouth opened and a stream of blood was sprayed out. His face turned pale, and he had obviously suffered a great damage. However, the power of the sword light still slashed towards him without any reduction, as if he would not give up until he was killed.

Everyone looked at Ye Xingchen tightly, their eyes were full of worry, but under this situation, except for the seven Supreme Elders of Longmen, no one else could help him. But the seven old men are now spending their thoughts on Kufkasky. They have not come here for such a big thing. Obviously, they didn't pay attention to the things here at all, so where can they have time?

Seeing that the huge sword light was about to slash Ye Xingchen's mind, Long Zongfeng, Long Wan'er, Long Minjun and others all showed sad expressions in their eyes. Although Ye Xingchen was a little hateful often, he was still very good to them after all, especially Long Wan'er, who had an indescribable feeling about Ye Xingchen. She only felt that her heart seemed to have been pulled away from her soul.

Long Yuanfeng, Long Yuankuang, Long Yuanxue, and even Long Yuanjian all showed a look of despair. How much loss will the Long Gate General be when Ye Xingchen dies? Especially Long Yuanjian, his eyes are full of regret, helplessness, and grief. Why can't he control his emotions? Why can't he bear it?

Everyone thought that Ye Xingchen, who had already dried up the oil lamp, could not escape this terrifying sword. If this sword goes down, he is the most powerful and absolutely irresistible.

However, Ye Xingchen, who was in the sword light, suddenly showed a smug smile on the corner of his mouth. His eyes were filled with an unparalleled powerful fighting spirit. The momentum of his whole body suddenly changed, and the silver-white light suddenly disappeared without a trace. Except for the fighting spirit of fighting in the world, everything seemed to disappear.

It was at this moment that a light golden light suddenly appeared on his body. His whole body was really like the golden-armored god. The extremely powerful fighting spirit was expanded without limit. The terrifying pressure had already made the creatures in the distance surrender, but he punched again.

It was still a simple straight punch, and it was still the plain straight punch, but a golden light and shadow appeared on the fist. Although it was very small, the size of a small tree, it was undeadly facing the huge sword light.

"Crack...boom...boom..." A loud noise continued to come, and the golden fist shadow hit the huge sword light, making waves of sounds, but they were no longer shattered as they were just now.

"Broken..." Ye Xingchen once again heard a huge roar, and the starlight power in his body rushed towards his right fist. A golden ripples burst out and rushed directly towards the huge sword light.

"Crack..." As if the crystal was broken, the seemingly invisible sword light actually showed black cracks, and then it burst open. The huge sword energy ran around, but was completely blocked by Ye Xingchen's golden ripples. Deafening sounds were constantly coming out in the air. The disciples with lower cultivation had been retreating continuously. They could not bear the violent energy at all.

The sword energy flew away and slowly disappeared, and the golden light disappeared without a trace, and the huge mountain top was silent.

At least one-third of the land was cut off from the top of the mountain, as empty and flat as a football field. Long Yuanjian stood quietly in the spot. He held the sword in one hand and pointed the tip of the sword directly on the ground. Ye Xingchen's figure came to him. His punch hit Long Yuanjian's heart, but it was better to say it was placed on his heart than on his heart, without any strength or light.

Both of them stood quietly, with a faint smile on the corner of Ye Xingchen's mouth, which was a kind of confidence, a kind of arrogance, and a kind of fighting spirit that was the greatest in the world, but his eyes were a little dissipated, as if his consciousness was gradually dissipating, and two lines of blood and tears popped out of the corner of Long Yuanjian's eyes, and his eyes were filled with sadness and... touching... hf();
Chapter completed!