Chapter 2519 Catching Han Ming

Entering the wasteland, Xiao Bai's speed became even faster, and Fang Yang could only use the power of the silver dragon to keep up with Xiao Bai.

Unconsciously, we have left the suburbs and entered a steep mountain range.

At this point, Xiao Bai slowed down and walked forward step by step, moving his nose as he walked.

Seeing this, Fang Yang became vigilant, drew out the dragon scale sword, and looked around warily.

Suddenly, Xiao Bai stopped, his pupils flashing with confusion.

"What's wrong?"

"Han Ming's aura has disappeared here!"

Xiaobai's nose is very sensitive, and he can tell it by chasing him from a hundred miles away.

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

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

At this point, Fang Yang suddenly stopped, and a bad wind hit him from behind.

Fang Yang reacted quickly, picked up Xiaobai, and rolled on the spot.

"boom!"

Stone chips were flying, and a trench appeared where Fang Yang and Xiao Bai were squatting just now!

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

He once said that the techniques of their Evil Spirit Palace can separate soul and flesh. This means that this middle-aged man is the body that Han Ming has temporarily found, and his own body is not here at all.

"What a cunning Han Ming. He left a bomb for himself and hid his body!"

Seeing Fang Yang's ugly face, Han Ming said with a smile: "As expected of the leader of an elite team, his methods are amazing. He can actually chase him from hundreds of miles away!"

Fang Yang's heart moved. Only the Hidden World Sect knew about him becoming the leader of the elite team. How did the Evil Spirit Palace know about it?

Could it be said that the Hidden World Sect was infiltrated by the Evil Spirit Palace?

"Yeah, if you don't have any skills, how can you catch up with an old guy who can run faster than a dog?"

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

Hearing this, Fang Yang was shocked and his expression remained unchanged: "Oh? Really? Then call all your people out!"

Han Ming's eyes gradually narrowed, and there was a cold light in his eyes.

He was also helpless. He thought he could sneak attack Fang Yang just now, but he didn't expect that Fang Yang reacted so quickly and dodged in an instant.

Fang Yang put Xiaobai on the ground, and with a thought, dragon roars resounded in his body. The power of the golden dragon, white dragon, silver dragon and thunder dragon surged up. The power of the yellow dragon was used by Fang Yang, absorbing the ground. Deep spiritual energy.

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

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

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

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

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

Stomping his feet, his body floated in mid-air. He moved his wrist and swung the Dragon Scale Sword. A stream of true energy surged up, and the fluorescence flickered. Then, countless sword energy burst out from the Dragon Scale Sword.

The sword energy was dense, like raindrops.

When the black line collided with the sword energy, there was a muffled sound.

Then the black line disappeared, and the sword energy continued unabated.

Han Ming's pupils shrank. It was not that he had never fought Fang Yang last time. Although he was not against Fang Yang that time, it was because Fang Yang relied on other things.

And now, just based on his own strength, he has surpassed himself?

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

Han Ming didn't dare to be careless. He drew a circle with his palm on his chest, and the black energy condensed. With a cold look, it looked like a black hole.

"go!"

Han Ming shouted softly, and the 'black hole' in his hand rose up and blocked his head.

The sword energy fell and entered the black hole.

Quietly, without any fluctuation of true energy, it just disappeared.

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

Fang Yang shook his shoulders and rushed straight towards Han Ming. The speed was astonishing, like a flash of lightning, 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, he stretched out his arm and raised it horizontally.

"clang!"

There was a sound of gold and iron, and a ball of fire burned his sleeves directly.

A weapon that looked like a stick with a sharp triangular blade was tied to his arm.

Han Ming lowered his arm, then hit Fang Yang with an elbow.

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

Seeing that Fang Yang was injured, Han Ming laughed loudly and pressed forward with all his strength, directly pressing Fang Yang to the ground.

Judging from his appearance, he seemed to be piercing Fang Yang's chest with the sharp weapon on his arm.

"Tian Shuang Big Hand Seal!"

Fang Yang shouted sharply and slapped Han Ming with his palm.

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

Han Ming stopped when he saw the opportunity, screamed strangely, and quickly retreated.

Fang Yang missed the shot with one palm, but he also took a breath.

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

Just as he stood up, Han Ming pounced on him again.

His arms and legs both had those weird weapons, and his right arm and left foot turned around at the same time.

Fang Yang exerted force with one step and flew into the air.

Where he had just been standing, two footprints appeared.

In mid-air, Fang Yang slapped his palm down, and the big tantric handprint shot out.

Han Ming waved his arms and directly shattered the Tantric big hand seal.

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

Fang Yang disappeared.

"I'm behind you!"

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

Fang Yang didn't stop moving, he waved his arms continuously, and shot the thunderous sword light towards the dust.

"Ahhhh..."

Han Ming's screams resounded.

Just as Fang Yang was about to take out the Black Bird Suppressing Dragon Pillar, he remembered that if the Black Bird Suppressing Dragon Pillar was struck with one blow, Han Ming would be beaten to a pulp.

He wanted to catch Han Ming and extract information about the Evil Spirit Palace from Han Ming.

Thinking of this, Fang Yang's mind moved, and a Tai Chi diagram appeared above his head, and all the energy and the power of the five dragons were transmitted into it.

The Yin Yang Fish rotated rapidly, and two beams of light shot into the dust.

The screams stopped abruptly.

Fang Yang fell to the ground and stood far away, waiting for the result.

Dust falls.

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

His clothes were stained red with blood.

Both arms were covered in blood and flesh, and there were two transparent holes on the shoulders.

Seeing this, Fang Yang breathed a sigh of relief. He wasn't worried that he couldn't beat him, he was worried that he would accidentally kill him.

He walked over and squatted in front of Han Ming.

Han Ming looked at Fang Yang with a look of resentment: "Fang Yang, you don't have to be proud. When I come back next time, I will make your life worse than death!"

As soon as the voice fell, Han Ming closed his eyes.

A plume of black smoke flew out from overhead.

Fang Yang sneered: "Han Ming, I'm just on guard against this!"

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

Xiao Bai didn't know when he pounced on it, biting the black smoke in his mouth, and a transparent old man appeared in front of Fang Yang. This old man looked exactly like Han Ming, but this was his soul, not his body. .