My Cold and Proud President's Wife

Chapter 1570 Xuanhe Spirit Armor

"Evil slave? Since you think I am an evil slave, then we have to see if you have the ability to kill me here." After hearing Chen Mo's words, Yang He understood that Chen Mo could not let him go so easily. , at the moment, he was also desperate, and he let out the ruthless words directly, and the four colored lights on his body burst out instantly, representing the fourth-level low-level energy surging in the surrounding space.

"Is it finally time to show your own strength?" Chen Mo felt Yang He's unreserved aura and coercion towards him, and his face turned slightly pale.Coercion is not something that can be resisted casually. If Chen Mo is in his heyday now, it is no problem to deal with a coercion.

But how could the current Chen Mo be the opponent of the full-strength Yang He? Even though his current level of strength was much higher than Yang He's, he still couldn't resist Yang He's coercion.

"Now you can't even resist my coercion, so why are you going to kill me under your sword?" Yang Hezhan smiled confidently, raised his hand slightly, and clenched it into a fist on his chest , and then stretched out his index finger to point at Chen Mo, and said disdainfully.

"I said that I'm not the only one here. Don't forget that a puppet has almost no sense of coercion." Chen Mo couldn't hold on any longer, and his body had to be half bent, but his face was He didn't see any effort, but raised his head high, stared at Yang He fiercely, and said, "So don't try to defeat me with this method, this trick... doesn't work!"

Before finishing this sentence, Yang He felt a strong wind coming from his right ear, and hurriedly raised his hand to parry.But how could his fourth-level low-level strength be the opponent of the fourth-level high-level Ling Xi? When this punch hit him, he felt a huge force hitting his arm with an overwhelming force.Under the bombardment of this force, Yang He's body staggered for a while, but the roof under his feet could no longer bear his body, and collapsed at this moment.

After the roof collapsed, Yang He's body still hadn't stopped retreating, and he was able to stop his body after knocking down several walls one after another.

"Although your puppet has the strength of the fourth-level advanced, but you have overlooked one thing." Yang He stood up from the ruins of the wall, wiped a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth with his thumb, licked the corner of his mouth and pulled it. Seeing the open wound, he seemed to gloat and said: "In the Saint Yuan world, if you only use pure power to hurt your opponent, it will basically have no effect. The repair ability of Saint Yuan Power is faster than you can cause damage. Much stronger."

"Yeah, how could I not have thought of that." Chen Mo sneered, he had already grasped the Lingyue Sword in his hand at some point, a glaring red light gathered on the sword, and the surrounding holy energy rushed towards the mausoleum like a tide Yue Jian locked onto Yang He's heart with an indescribable aura.

The right hand holding the Lingyue sword turned slightly, and Chen Mo's legs squatted halfway, brewing a powerful force.After a while, Chen Mo's eyes flickered, and his whole body flew out like an arrow off the string, pointing directly at Yang He's chest.

Feeling the sword energy rushing towards his face, Yang He felt a kind of Qixi of death. At that moment, a huge light group gathered in his hand, and the strong holy power frantically gathered in his hand. Looking carefully, he could find The space at Yang He's hands is somewhat distorted.

At the moment when Chen Mo just took out the sword, Yang He also condensed and completed the light cluster in his hand. With afterimages on his body, he flew away at a speed no less than that of Chen Mo. The dazzling red light on Lingyue Sword and Yang He The balls of light in their hands collided fiercely like meteors colliding, and the rays of light from the impact of the two people indeed covered even the brilliance of the sun.

The impact set off a huge wind and wave, and the silent dust on the ground that was raised was like a sandstorm for a moment, and you couldn't see your fingers.

"Ahem, it seems that this time I won by a margin." Yang He's voice sounded from the dust, and his voice was full of pride.In the collision just now, although Chen Mo's momentum was strong, he didn't have much stamina. Yang He just exerted more strength to repel Chen Mo, and Yang He was defeated by Chen Mo's offensive. After breaking through, he used his remaining Saint Yuan Power, and made up two more punches on Chen Mo who had already retreated.

After these two punches, Yang He could clearly feel some warm and moist liquid spilled on his hands, presumably it was the blood spit out by Chen Mo.

With a wave of Yang He's sleeve robe in the dust, a gust of wind gushes out from the cuff, and the smoke and dust floating in the surrounding space are all blown away by the gust of wind, revealing the figures of Chen Mo and Yang He .It's just that Yang He put his hands behind his back, while Chen Mo covered his chest with one hand and supported the ground with the other hand, panting violently in front of Yang He's chest in a half-kneeling posture.

"With your strength, you have withstood my two punches. I must..." Yang He's voice stopped abruptly, and his eyes almost popped out of their sockets at this moment: Although Chen Mo, who was half kneeling in front of him, was a His face was slumped, but his aura was as stable as ever. His body was covered with small hexagonal prisms, and each piece of soil armor showed an amber luster, shining brilliantly under the sunlight.

"When I used this move before, I didn't realize that this move would have such a great defensive power. It could even completely defend against your two punches with all your strength. I just suffered some shocks." Chen Mo covered his chest with one hand and stood up slowly.

Seeing Chen Mo standing up unharmed, the last hope in Yang He's heart was completely shattered, and he staggered back two steps with a pale face.Only he himself knew how much effort he had just expended to beat Chen Mo into a serious injury, and after that blow, he no longer had any strength to attack again.

"What's the name of this move..." Yang He's face was still pale, he didn't believe that his two punches with all his strength could be completely blocked by Chen Mo.

"This trick..." Chen Mo raised his hand and looked at the hexagonal prism earth armor on his arm, remembering that when he had just obtained the earth attribute Saint Yuan lock, Xi Feng secretly practiced it for himself. How much effort was spent on this trick? In order not to be discovered by others, every time Chen Mo practiced, Xifeng used his soul power to cover up the fluctuations of the holy energy during Chen Mo's practice.

"This move is called Xuanhe Lingjia!"