The day of the Jockey Club was also the day of the second blood sacrifice vessel, which happened to make Fang Ling secretly relieved, he originally thought that if the blood dripping sacrificial device was in front, he would have to shed a third of his blood in vain.

Although it has the assistance of the Blood Pill, it is still not enough to reach the state of its heyday, Fang Ling's current strength can only be exerted less than eighty percent, and in the face of a great immortal like Han Juzheng, such a state is simply fatal.

Moreover, he couldn't ask Su Tiance for help, because according to Su Tiance, the three of them had been taking cartilage powder for a long time, and although they had martial arts, the toxins accumulated over a long period of time had made it impossible to perform martial arts.

Even if it was Fang Ling, it would not be possible to dissolve these toxins in a short time, so Fang Ling could only fight alone.

However, Fang Ling knows better that although there are not many people on the mountain, it is impossible for God to take 12 people down the mountain without knowing it, if he is discovered by Han Juzheng halfway, it will really be a catastrophe, so the premise of going down the mountain is that Han Juzheng must be solved first.

It was dark in the tower, and even in broad daylight, there was no ray of sunlight shining in, and the whole place was like a gloomy tomb, and the dull air was breathless with the heat of summer.

The more boring the environment, the more Fang Ling had to calm down and adjust himself to the best state.

Two days later, in the early morning, there was the sound of the big lock being unlocked at the entrance of the eighth-floor passage, and then Zhang Xiaosheng walked into the house and called Fang Ling to the seventh floor.

In the seven-story tower hall, the flames under the canopy were burning, making the temperature in the hall much higher than that of the eighth floor, as if as soon as you entered here, it was like getting into a stove, and it was so dull that there was a sense of suffocation.

Han Ju was standing beside the tripod, standing with his hands in his hands, and the lid had already been hoisted, revealing the flames inside and the long "mystery" heart staff.

Seeing Fang Ling coming, Han Juzheng hooked a smile on the corner of his mouth, and asked seemingly kindly: "Young man, it seems that you have had a good rest in the past two days, and your temperament is quite good." ”

Fang Ling said lightly: "In addition to sleeping here, it is sleeping, and it is not good to think that the 'color' is not good." ”

Han Juzheng laughed and said: "If you want to achieve positive results, you need tenacity and patience, if you really have the heart to seek the Tao, this suffering should be nothing." ”

Fang Ling's god said: "Of course, being able to contribute to the magic weapon of the Great Immortal is a blessing that the younger generation has accumulated for several lifetimes." ”

Zhang Xiaosheng sneered behind him, and glanced at Fang Ling with disdain, only to feel that this young man was really stupid, and he didn't even know that he was about to die, and he was still here to thank Dade.

Han Juzheng said: "It's good that you can experience the painstaking efforts of this immortal, now it's time for you to dedicate." ”

With that, he bowed his mouth to Zhang Xiaosheng, Zhang Xiaosheng led and Fang Ling to stand on the stone ladder next to the ding, grabbed the latter's wrist, and slowly pulled out the waist, under the light of the flames, the cold light flickered, like the fangs of the blood devouring demon.

Fang Ling's hand trembled slightly, and a little fear appeared on his face: "Brother Zhang, the trouble is lighter." ”

Zhang Xiaosheng looked at the young man's face playfully, and slowly floated with a grim smile: "Don't worry, I will give you bloodletting very gently, and I promise that it won't hurt at all......"

Before the painful word spit out half a syllable, Fang Ling's face full of fear suddenly had a dignified murderous intent on it, and the wrist hidden in the cuffs turned out and stabbed hard at Zhang Xiaosheng's heart!

Although Fang Ling's cultivation is only at the peak of the Rigid Force Realm, there is still a certain gap compared to Zhang Xiaosheng, however, with such a short distance, under Zhang Xiaosheng's defenselessness, Fang Ling's sword is fast and ruthless, and there is almost no suspense to succeed.

The magic weapon was already much sharper than the mortal blade, and coupled with Fang Ling's mastery of the art of assassination, this sword pierced horizontally between the two ribs and hit the center of the heart, so that when it pierced into the heart, there was a dull explosion sound.

Zhang Xiaosheng's smile instantly froze on his face, and he looked down at the blood-stained clothes on his chest, and he was stunned for a while.

In the past few days, it seems that he is just the son of a businessman from other places, and although he has good roots, he only knows a little about martial arts.

As for himself, not only is he the eldest disciple of Han Daxian, after a famous family, but his cultivation is already in the realm of melting qi, such a young man is no different from an ant, and a single finger can make him die hundreds of times.

In addition, Fang Ling was bloodied without any resistance last time, so Zhang Xiaosheng didn't have any defenses against him at all, so that until now, he hasn't even gathered his protective true qi.

The sharp pain in his chest tugged at his nerves, and Zhang Xiaosheng suddenly came back to his senses after losing his mind, he was like an enraged lion, roaring with exhaustion, and slashing towards Fang Ling with all his strength.

Fang Ling grinned coldly, jerked hard, and moved his body half a step to the left.

Blood suddenly spurted out of Zhang Xiaosheng's chest like a fountain, his knife was still in mid-air, but the strength in his body seemed to have been drained.

Zhang Xiaosheng's body was like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind, and as soon as his feet were weak, he fell down the stone ladder and smashed to the ground, his breath was like a gossamer, and he would die at any time.

His wide eyes were bloodshot, and even if he was dying, he couldn't imagine that his life would end in such a wretched way, and he would die at the hands of a young man who didn't look down on him at all.

From Fang Ling's shot to Zhang Xiaosheng's death, it was actually just a few breaths, and it wasn't until Fang Ling jumped down the stone ladder and picked it up from Zhang Xiaosheng's hand that Han Juzheng came back to his senses.

What kind of character is Han Ju, as the "Heavenly Master of Zhenguo" of Yizhou Country, he has seen too many big scenes, so much so that he doesn't take anyone in his eyes, let alone a mere teenager?

However, now it was this young man who took the life of the eldest disciple in one move, which made Han Juzheng couldn't help but be surprised.

Han Juzheng, who came back to his senses, was covered with a layer of frost on his face, and he looked at the young man in front of him coldly, only to find that this young man who didn't seem to know martial arts actually exuded a strong man's aura all over his body.

Angry and humiliated, Han Juzheng, who was blindsided, let out a heartfelt sneer: "Young man, you hide so deeply!"

Fang Ling slowly picked up the corner of Zhang Xiaosheng's clothes, wiped the blood stains on it, pinned it to his waist, and said with a faint smile: "If you don't hide it deeply, how can you trust Han Daxian?"

Han Juzheng sneered and said, "Praise you, do you really think that you are terrible? Do you think that you can win over this immortal just by relying on you?"

Fang Ling held his hand, stood proudly, and sneered at each other: "Call you a great immortal, don't you think I really don't know your tricks? If it weren't for the magic weapon, do you think you can really call the wind and rain and scatter beans into soldiers?"

Han Juzheng's face changed slightly, and he laughed wildly and said, "What a young man, you are a little smart. However, since you know this, this immortal will not let you leave alive, if you obediently tie your hands and capture, I can also give you a whole corpse!"

Fang Ling smiled slightly: "Han Daxian, I'm not a three-year-old child, just don't talk × your magic weapon, let me open my eyes." ”

Han Juzheng looked at the young man with a cold expression, and said with a sneer: "To deal with you, why do you need to use magic weapons?" He suddenly raised his hand, his five fingers stretched out straight, and the invisible finger arrow suddenly pierced the sky, like a real arrow, 'shooting' towards Fang Ling.

Fang Ling snorted coldly, raised his knife and slashed wildly, every time he swung it, he intercepted the next finger arrow, however, every time he came into contact with the finger arrow, there was a strong shock on the knife body, blocking the five finger arrows, Fang Ling had involuntarily retreated five steps in a row.

Although he had already estimated the masters of the Qi Realm, this finger arrow that could be taken out at will could shock him back so many steps, and Fang Ling couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief in his heart.

Han Juzheng seemed to understand Fang Ling's expression, his hand gently brushed his robe, and said with a smile: "A few fingers will make you unsteady, it seems that you are even weaker than I imagined, listen to me honestly, be my blood sacrifice, otherwise, don't blame my subordinates for being ruthless!"

Fang Ling sneered, his eyes froze, like an arrow from a string, his arched upper body was almost parallel to the ground, his hands dragged along, his steps were like electricity, and his body was like a shadow, but he was already only a dozen zhang away from Han Juzheng.

A contemptuous smile appeared on Han Juzheng's face, his fingers formed a circle, and he flicked it at will, and the sound of "bang-bang-bang" sounded, and one after another finger arrows rushed in, and the speed was extremely fast.

Fang Ling sometimes scurried to the left, sometimes to the right, sometimes to resist with a knife, approaching Han Juzheng step by step, and the missing finger arrow hit the four walls and floor of the tower hall, making a crisp explosion sound.

Seeing that Fang Ling's actions were dexterous, and he was not 'shot' by the continuous arrows, Han Juzheng sneered, and suddenly flicked his robe, and a sword qi shook out along the robe, and the invisible sword qi came like a real sharp blade, and the sword qi passed through, and a long hole was drawn on the ground, heading straight towards Fang Ling.

Compared to the sharp concentration of the arrow, the sword qi is much larger, not only the blade is powerful, but the air at the edge will also become attackable.

The knife was as fast as lightning, Fang Ling saw that he couldn't dodge, he swung his knife in a loud shout, and in the collision with the knife qi, there was a violent explosion sound, and the vast heaven and earth qi turned into an incomparable force, which shocked Fang Ling's tiger mouth numb, and he staggered backwards and retreated wildly.

Han Juzheng saw the opportunity, and as soon as he flew towards Fang Ling, he had already come to Fang Ling, at this time, Fang Ling's footsteps were unstable, and the whole person was under the residual strength of the sword.

Han Juzheng reached out and grabbed him by the neck, while grinning, "Young man, you are defeated!"