Super Golden Eye

Entering the wasteland, Xiao Bai's speed accelerated, and Fang Yang could only keep up with Xiao Bai with the power of the silver dragon.

Unknowingly, he has left the suburbs and entered a steep mountain range.

When he got here, Xiao Bai slowed down and moved forward step by step, moving his nose as he walked.

Upon seeing this, Fang Yang became vigilant, drew the dragon scale sword out, and looked around with vigilance.

Suddenly, Xiao Bai stopped, and doubts flashed in his pupils.

"what's happenin?"

"Han Ming's breath disappeared here!"

Xiaobai's nose is very sensitive, it can be seen when it can chase here hundreds of miles away.

But after arriving here, he couldn't smell Han Ming, which made him puzzled.

Fang Yang squatted down and touched Xiaobai's head: "If you can't smell it, you can't smell it. Since we can find Han Ming's trace for the first time, then we can find the second..."

Speaking of this, Fang Yang stopped suddenly, and a bad wind hit from behind.

Fang Yang responded quickly and picked up Xiao Bai and rolled on the spot.

"boom!"

The stone chips flew, and a trench appeared in the place where Fang Yang and Xiao Bai had just squatted!

Fang Yang turned around and stood in front of him a middle-aged man, who looked different from the old man Han Ming he saw for the first time, but his breath was exactly the same as Han Ming.

He once said that the practice of their Evil Spirit Hall can separate the soul from the flesh, which means that this middle-aged man is the physical body that Han Ming temporarily found, and his own body is not here at all.

"What a cunning Han Ming, he left himself a bomb and hid his body!"

Seeing Fang Yang's expression ugly, Han Ming said with a smile: "You deserve to be the leader of the elite team, and the means are powerful, you can actually get here from Baili!"

Fang Yang's heart moved. Only the hidden Sejong Sect knew about his becoming the leader of the elite team. How did their Evil Spirit Temple know?

Could it be said that the inside of the Sejong Sejong Gate was infiltrated by the Evil Spirit Hall?

"Yeah, I don't have the ability, how can I catch up with an old thing that runs faster than a dog?"

Han Ming didn't feel annoyed, and said with a smile, "Fang Yang, are you sure you can beat me? Are you sure I didn't set an ambush here?"

Fang Yang's heart was shaken when he heard the words, and his face remained unchanged: "Oh? Really? Then call out all your people!"

Han Ming's eyes gradually narrowed, his eyes gleaming with cold.

He was also helpless. He thought he could sneak into Fang Yang just now, but he didn't expect that Fang Yang's reaction was so fast that he dodged in an instant.

Fang Yang put Xiao Bai on the ground, his mind moved, and a dragon roar resounded in his body. The power of golden dragon, white dragon, silver dragon and thunder dragon surged up, and the power of Huanglong was used by Fang Yang and absorbed the ground. Reiki in the depths.

Han Ming was the elder of the Evil Spirit Hall, Fang Yang didn't dare to be careless.

"Do I need to call someone? I can do it myself!"

Han Ming suddenly yelled, waved his arm forward, and a black line wrapped around Fang Yang.

His speed is fast, and Fang Yang's reaction is not slow!

What's more, Fang Yang has been staring at him, and Fang Yang reacted the moment he saw his shoulder shaking.

He stamped his feet and his body floated in the air. With a movement of his wrist, the Dragon Scale Sword swayed, bursts of true energy surged up, and the fluorescent light flickered. Then, countless sword energy shot out from the Dragon Scale sword.

Sword Qi is dense, like raindrops.

When the black line collided with the sword qi, a muffled noise suddenly appeared.

Then the black line disappeared, and the sword spirit was cast off.

Han Ming's pupils diminished. It wasn't that he hadn't beaten Fang Yang last time. Although he hadn't beaten Fang Yang that time, it was Fang Yang's use of other things.

And now, just by his own strength, he surpassed himself?

"That kid is right, Fang Yang's strength is simply unfathomable!"

Han Ming didn't dare to be careless, his palm drew a circle on his chest, the black energy condensed, and he glanced coldly, like a black hole.

"go with!"

Han Ming snorted softly, and the ‘black hole’ in his hand rose to block his head.

Sword Qi fell and entered the black hole.

Quietly, without any fluctuations in true energy, it just disappeared.

"Sword Qiandang doesn't work? This old man Han Ming's strength has increased!"

Fang Yang shook his shoulders, and rushed straight towards Han Ming. The speed was astonishing, as if a flash of lightning passed by, he appeared in front of Han Ming.

The dragon scale sword in his hand stabbed Han Ming fiercely from top to bottom.

Han Ming's expression remained unchanged, and he stretched out his arm and raised it horizontally.

"clang!"

A symphony of gold and iron sounded, and a ball of fire directly burned his sleeves.

A weapon resembling a stick with sharp triangular blades on it was tied to his arm.

Han Ming's arm sank down, and then hit Fang Yang with an elbow.

The change was so fast that Fang Yang didn't even react, and he felt a sharp pain in his chest.

Seeing Fang Yang was injured, Han Ming burst into laughter, all the strength of his body was pressed up, and Fang Yang was directly pressed to the ground.

From his appearance, it seemed that he was going to pierce Fang Yang's chest with a sharp weapon on his arm.

"Tianshuang handprints!"

Fang Yang screamed and patted Han Ming with his palm.

The surrounding temperature dropped crazily, the surrounding flowers and plants formed ice crystals, and Fang Yang's palms even appeared blue halo.

Han Ming accepted it as soon as he saw it, yelling strangely, and quickly backed up.

Fang Yang slapped his hand, but he also took a breath.

He glanced at his chest, blood was flowing, staining his clothes red.

Just standing up, Han Ming rushed over again.

Both his arms and legs had that weird weapon, and his right arm and left foot turned round at the same time.

Fang Yang exerted his strength and flew into the air.

Where he just stood, two footprints appeared.

In mid-air, Fang Yang took a shot with his palm, and the Tantric Big Mudra shot past.

Han Ming waved his arms and directly smashed the Tantric Handprints.

But the next moment, his pupils shrank to the size of a needle eye.

Fang Yang disappeared.

"I am behind you!"

Han Ming had no time to turn around, a sharp pain came from his back, his body shot into the ground like a cannonball, and the dust stirred up!

Fang Yang didn't stop his movements, waving his arms continuously, and flashing lightning sword beams shot at the dust.

"Ahhhhh..."

Han Ming's screams resounded.

As soon as Fang Yang was about to take out the Dragon Pillar of Xuanniao Town, he remembered that if the Dragon Pillar of Xuanniao Town were to be hit, Han Ming would be beaten directly into meat foam.

He wanted to catch Han Ming and knock out things about the Evil Spirit Temple from Han Ming's mouth.

Thinking of this, Fang Yang's heart moved, and a Taiji diagram appeared above his head, and the true energy and the power of the five dragons were all transmitted in.

The yin and yang fish rotate rapidly, and two beams of light shoot into the dust.

The scream stopped abruptly.

Fang Yang landed on the ground, standing in the distance, waiting for the result.

The dust fell.

There was a deep pit not far away, Han Ming was lying in it, his face was like golden paper, his breathing was weak.

His clothes had been stained red with blood.

His arms were **** and bloody, and there were two transparent holes in his shoulders.

Upon seeing this, Fang Yang breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't worry that he could not beat him at all, but was worried that he accidentally killed him by accident.

He walked over and squatted in front of Han Ming.

Han Ming looked at Fang Yang with a bitter expression on his face: "Fang Yang, don't be proud, when I come back next time, I will let you die!"

When the voice fell, Han Ming closed his eyes.

A plume of black smoke flew out from the top of his head.

Fang Yang sneered and said, "Han Ming, I will guard against you!"

"What?" Han Ming's horrified voice rang.

Xiaobai rushed forward at some point, biting the black smoke with his mouth, and a transparent old man appeared in front of Fang Yang. This old man was exactly what Han Ming looked like, but it was his soul, not his body. .