7221. Chapter 7221 Ancient Relics 28

After being hit by the cold light, the light was immediately knocked out and fell ten meters away. Su Yanghe's face sank, and he wanted to fly to grab it, but Leng Xuan's attack had already arrived, blocking his way.

Looking at Leng Xuan standing with a gun, Su Yanghe's face was as cold as ice, and he said coldly: "Do you dare to fight me now?"

"You are so seriously injured, I don't believe you can hold on for so long." Leng Xuan said. Su Yanghe just destroyed the stone statue, which must have consumed a lot. It is his perfect opportunity to take action at this time. Su Yanghe raised the corner of his mouth, with a hint of sarcasm, and said: "Do you really think so?" As soon as the voice fell, his figure suddenly became blurred, like a high-speed shaking object that could not be captured by the naked eye. When Leng Xuan opened his eyes wide, Su Yanghe's figure had disappeared from his sight, as if he had never appeared, and there was no trace of him around. After looking around, Leng Xuan suddenly stood still and closed his eyes.

Time passed by second by second, and Leng Xuan's body was like a mountain, motionless. After a moment, his eyes were still not open, but his body moved. He turned his body and stabbed the Soul-Destroying Spear in his hand directly backward. When the Soul-Destroying Spear passed through the air and stabbed forward, the tip of the Soul-Destroying Spear seemed to have stabbed something and was suddenly blocked. Immediately, a faint trace of blood appeared at the tip of the Soul-Destroying Spear.

Retracting the Soul-Destroying Spear, Leng Xuan stood still again, motionless. Although the naked eye could not catch Su Yanghe's trace, when the power of insight spread out, everything around him appeared in his mind, including Su Yanghe. No matter what skills Su Yanghe used, nothing could escape the power of insight. After another moment, Leng Xuan, who was standing still, moved again. This time, the Soul-Destroying Spear in his hand pointed directly at the top of his head. With a stream of blood flying out, Su Yanghe's figure suddenly appeared. At this moment, the tip of the Soul-Destroying Spear accurately pierced Su Yanghe's right shoulder. Su Yanghe gritted his teeth in pain, quickly pulled back, and forcibly pulled the tip of the Soul-Destroying Spear out of his right shoulder.

After landing, Su Yanghe's face was pale, looking at Leng Xuan opposite, and said grimly: "Can you find me?" Leng Xuan opened his eyes, shook his head and denied: "No." Su Yanghe said in a deep voice: "I don't believe it." Leng Xuan said helplessly: "Why can't you believe it?" How much he hoped that Su Yanghe could attack like before, in that case, he might be able to defeat the opponent easily.

"I have to admit that you have grown a lot in half a year." Su Yanghe said coldly: "However, you should know the gap between Mahayana and Semi-Immortal. In the face of absolute strength, you have no chance."

Feeling the opponent's gradually increasing momentum, Leng Xuan's brows frowned immediately. He clearly felt that even if he used all his means, he was still not as good as Su Yanghe, and the opponent's strength was much stronger than him. "I can only fight hard." He gritted his teeth secretly and closed his eyes again.

Su Yanghe sneered and said disdainfully: "You still need this trick?" As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and a strong black light suddenly emerged. The black light spread all over his body, divided into more than ten groups of black light, slowly rotating, like a whirlpool, and even the nearby space became distorted.