Seeing Fang Ling rushing over again, Han Juzheng sneered, and with another wave of his sleeves, his two fingers shot out like lightning.

Mortal martial arts, martial arts to reach the realm of qi, usually fifty or sixty years old, and already have the ability to open a sect, one move and one style come at will, just like nature.

What's more, Han Juzheng is still cultivating the true method, and he ignores the existence of moves with qi power, which seems to be a casual finger, but it contains thousands of mysteries.

Fang Ling's two moves in a row had already judged Han Juzheng's cultivation, and if he came to a few more hard touches, it was estimated that he would be seriously injured, so this time the knife was only halfway through, and he suddenly lowered his body, and the knife momentum took advantage of the situation, and slashed towards the opponent's abdomen.

Fang Ling suddenly changed his move, but Han Juzheng's reaction was much faster than he imagined, he made a response almost instantly, his fingers quickly moved down, and he steadily stopped the blade.

It's just that Fang Ling's knife momentum is empty, but the real killing move is on the foot, and the knife body does not have any strength at all, and when the knife momentum is intercepted, a kick has already swept towards Han Juzheng's waist.

However, Han Juzheng's five senses were more acute than he imagined, sensing Fang Ling's offensive, Han Juzheng suddenly burst out, and the boiling golden stone qi gushed out from his body crazily, turning into a surging force, Fang Ling's leg was swept away, as if smashed on an iron wall, not only did he not attack the other party at all, but he was shocked to the point that his leg was about to be broken.

Han Juzheng grinned, and a lightning-like palm slapped on Fang Ling's chest, Fang Ling was shocked by the tremendous strength and flew straight out, slamming into the wall, spitting out a large mouthful of blood when he landed.

Just as Han Ju was about to rush towards Fang Ling, the little mink opened another mouth and spewed out a large string of seeds, Han Juzheng couldn't help frowning, and quickly waved his sleeves, and streams of knife qi swirled and sprayed around, quickly clearing the fog grass.

However, as soon as the fog grass was removed, a piece of fiery red Burning Heart Grass grew again, this Burning Heart Grass was no more than three inches long, scarlet all over, but there were things floating around like ghost fire, which looked extremely weird.

Han Juzheng couldn't help frowning, he was also a well-informed person, but this fierce beast that could spit out all kinds of plants was unheard of, which was not surprising, but each of these plants was different, which was quite a headache.

But the more powerful the little mink is, the more Han Juzheng has the idea of subduing it, so as the owner of the little mink, Fang Ling has to die!

At this time, Fang Ling had already gritted his teeth and stood up, the palm just now had at least two ribs broken, and at the same time brought a lot of internal injuries, Fang Ling didn't expect that this guy's golden stone qi was so strong that he could even resist a kick with all his strength.

He clenched the war knife in his hand, and the battle intent in his eyes was like a lit flame, burning hotter and hotter.

Looking at the battle intent revealed in Fang Ling's eyes and his indifferent expression, Han Juzheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he sneered and said, "Young man, it seems that you are quite able to resist, after receiving a blow from this immortal, you can actually stand up." ”

Fang Ling looked at him calmly and said, "Not only can you stand up, but you can also lie down!"

Han Juzheng laughed wildly as if he had heard a big joke, the laughter kept echoing in the hall, and after laughing, a cold voice appeared on his face and said: "Today is a big day when the Heart Scepter is about to be baked, and this immortal can't wait to see it." Since you just said that you want to see the magic weapon of this immortal, then, I will open your eyes!"