Han Juzheng saw the opportunity, and flew towards Fang Ling, and in the blink of an eye, 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!"