Fang Ling slowly picked up the corner of Zhang Xiaosheng's clothes, wiped the blood stains on the dagger, 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 the sword in his hand, stood proudly, and sneered at each other: "Call you a great immortal, do 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, so I'll be free from rhetoric." Show me your magic weapon and 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, shooting towards Fang Ling like a real arrow.

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 the war knife, his steps were like lightning, and his body was like a shadow, but in the blink of an eye, 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 with a random flick, the sound of "bang-bang-bang" sounded, and one after another arrows shot at extremely fast speed.

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 acted dexterously and 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, and slashed with his sword in a loud shout, and in the collision of the sword and the sword 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 staggered backwards and retreated.