The soft sword in the hand must also hit Yang Ji's death hand without any negligence.
"No more!"
The storm of blood and fire swept across all directions. Yang Ji looked at Yang Xuanlan opposite, and a thought flashed in his mind. Yang Xuanlan's hair was messy, his expression was far less calm than before, and his aura was also weakened, and he was not as powerful as before.
But his strength declined faster.
Yang Xuanlan was right. Although the Hand of Death could deal with him and even pose a great threat, with his current state, he simply could not afford the huge consumption of the Hand of Death.
After only using it a few times, Yang Ji felt that his chest was rising and falling in disorder, and his breathing was a little loose. If this situation continues, he doesn't know whether Yang Xuanlan will be defeated, but before that, he may not be able to support it in the first place.
Living.
Thoughts flashed through Yang Ji's mind, and he soon came up with the idea of ​​​​retreating. "If you keep the green hills, you won't have to worry about running out of firewood." This battle with Yang Xuanlan has tested a lot of things.
At least, let him know that he is not someone he can knead and flatten at will!
What's more important is that this big hand of death was temporarily taken out for rough sacrifice in order to deal with Yang Xuanlan.
With this level of power alone, Yang Xuanlan still cannot be defeated. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!
Chapter completed!