Every time the Qianjin Sword was close to Fang Ling, its strength doubled, and when it was far away from Fang Ling's head, its strength had exceeded three thousand catties! But at this time, Fang Ling actually didn't move at all, and he was smiling. The surrounding disciples had already been suffocated by this strong battle spirit, and they all had to lift their spirits so that they would not faint. Fang Ling didn't dodge or dodge, but he didn't let anyone relax, as long as he saw the battle between him and Chao Zhuangyong just now, then he would know that Fang Ling would definitely make a move, instead of being slaughtered by others, because he knew this, so Zhao Beihai's move had no intention of retreating. And seeing Fang Ling's calm and calm appearance, everyone couldn't help but speculate what kind of amazing move he was going to make to fight against Zhao Beihai's move. Just when the sword blade was only half a foot away from Fang Ling, Fang Ling finally moved, he didn't retreat, he didn't dodge, and he didn't move his body at high speed, he raised his right hand lightly and grabbed it towards the sword blade! Everyone's pupils dilated, and they exhaled into their mouths in one breath, and their whole body was full of coolness, could it be that the young man wanted to use his hands to resist such a strong move?" "Good boy, if you think I'm going to let go, you're very wrong!" Zhao Beihai roared, and did not show any unloading performance because of Fang Ling's actions, he decided that Fang Ling's move was definitely a false move, and the real move was estimated to be on his left hand, so his arms increased his strength instead, and he was determined to avoid Fang Ling. Believe or not, doubt and speculation, all kinds of thoughts and ideas flowed through the minds of tens of thousands of onlookers, intertwined, overturned, and then frozen at the moment when the right hand and the blade of the sword touched. Zhao Beihai's jack sword did not break this hand, but was steadily resisted by the right hand that was not very strong, Fang Ling's footsteps did not move, and the ground did not crack due to the huge impact, as if he had taken a pine nut that had fallen from a tree with his hand, and that's it, so that the smile on his face did not change in the slightest. Everyone present stared at their eyes, and their eyes were bloodshot, as if they would fall out in the next second. Three thousand catties of strength, by no means anyone can follow, to deal with this kind of trick, either preemptively, before its strength is completed to break this move, or to dodge the attack, after its strength is exhausted, in line with the counterattack. However, resisting like Fang Ling is the most stupid method, but what this stupid method brings to everyone is an unprecedented shock. Because Fang Ling not only took this trick hard, but more importantly, he didn't even use the magic weapon, you must know that the attack of the magic weapon is not only the power it brings, but the magic weapon itself is also very powerful, such a powerful move, even if it is a true disciple, don't want to completely follow without using the magic weapon, let alone be unscathed. In the midst of everyone's astonishment, Fang Ling secretly breathed a sigh of relief, he was self-aware of his ability to bear, the power of three thousand catties was still within the range of bearing, not to mention the effect of the Nine Heavens Thunder and Jin Dan, which made the strength of the physical body increased to an exaggerated level, and the Spirit Devouring Ghost Hand also invisibly absorbed the energy released from the sword body.

Therefore, although the opponent's strength is strong, for himself, he was only shaken by the shock, even if some meridians were broken, the sun fire energy would repair it back in an instant.