Super Golden Eye

After entering the desolate land, Little White's speed became even faster. Faang Yang could only use the power of the Silver Dragon to keep up with Little White.    

    

Unknowingly, they had already left the suburbs and entered a steep mountain range.    

    

At this point, Little White's movements slowed down. It walked forward step by step and moved its nose as it walked.    

    

Seeing this, Faang Yang became alert. He took out the Dragon Scale Sword and looked around vigilantly.    

    

Suddenly, Little White stopped. Its eyes flickered with doubt.    

    

"What's wrong?"    

    

"Han Ming's aura has disappeared here!"    

    

Little White's nose was very sensitive. It could tell just by chasing him from a hundred miles away.    

    

However, after coming here, it could not smell Han Ming's scent anymore. It could not figure it out.    

    

Faang Yang squatted down and touched Little White's head. "If you can't smell it, then so be it. Since we can find Han Ming's trace for the first time, then we can find him for the second time..."    

    

Speaking up to this point, Faang Yang suddenly stopped. A gust of evil wind came from behind him.    

    

Faang Yang reacted quickly and picked Little White up and rolled on the ground.    

    

"Bang!"    

    

Stone chips flew in the air, and a trench appeared where Faang Yang and Little White were squatting!    

    

Faang Yang turned around and saw a middle-aged man standing in front of him. He looked different from Han Ming, Old Man, who he had seen for the first time. However, his aura was exactly the same as Han Ming's.    

    

He had once said that the Cultivation Method of Evil Spirit Hall could separate the soul and flesh, which meant that this middle-aged man was the body that Han Ming had found temporarily. His original body was not here at all.    

    

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

    

Han Ming saw Faang Yang's ugly expression and said with a smile, "As expected of the leader of Elite Team. His means are really powerful. He was able to chase us from a hundred miles away to this place!"    

    

Faang Yang's heart skipped a beat. Only the Hidden Sect knew that he had become the leader of Elite Team. How did the Evil Spirit Hall know about this?    

    

Could it be that the inner part of the Hidden Sect had been infiltrated by the Evil Spirit Hall?    

    

"That's right. If you don't have some ability, how can you catch up to an old man who can run faster than a dog?"    

    

Han Ming wasn't angry. He continued to laugh and said, "Faang Yang, are you sure you can beat me? Are you sure I did not set up an ambush here? "    

    

Faang Yang's heart shook when he heard this. His expression did not change. " Oh? Is that so? Then call your people out!"    

    

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

    

He was also helpless. He thought that he could sneak up on Faang Yang just now, but he did not expect Faang Yang to react so quickly and dodge in an instant.    

    

Faang Yang placed Little White on the ground. With a thought, the Dragon Roar's sound resounded in his body. The power of the Golden Dragon, the White Dragon, the Silver Dragon, and the Thunder Dragon surged up, and the power of the Yellow Dragon was used by Faang Yang to absorb the spiritual energy in the depths of the ground.    

    

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

    

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

    

Han Ming suddenly shouted. He waved his arm forward, and a black line wrapped around Faang Yang.    

    

His speed was fast, and Faang Yang's reaction was not slow either!    

    

Furthermore, Faang Yang had been staring at him the whole time. The moment he saw Faang Yang's shoulder shake, he immediately reacted.    

    

He stomped his foot, and his body floated in the air. Then, he flicked his wrist. The Dragon Scale Sword shook, and streams of true qi surged up. Then, a fluorescent light flickered, and countless Sword Qi shot out from the Dragon Scale Sword.    

    

The Sword Qi was dense like raindrops.    

    

When the black lines collided with the Sword Qi, a muffled sound was immediately heard.    

    

After that, the black lines disappeared, and the Sword Qi's momentum did not decrease at all.    

    

Han Ming's pupils shrank. It wasn't that he hadn't fought Faang Yang before. Although he hadn't fought Faang Yang that time, it was all thanks to Faang Yang's help.    

    

And now, he had surpassed him with just his own strength?    

    

"That brat is right. Faang Yang's strength is simply unfathomable!"    

    

Han Ming did not dare to be careless. His palm drew a circle in front of his chest. The Black Aura condensed and with a cold glance, it was like a black hole.    

    

"Go!"    

    

Han Ming lightly shouted. The 'black hole' in his hand rose up and blocked his head.    

    

The Sword Qi fell and entered the black hole.    

    

It was silent. There was no true qi fluctuation at all. It disappeared just like that.    

    

"Even the Sword Thousand Sway doesn't work? This Han Ming and Old Man's strength has increased!"    

    

Faang Yang's shoulder swayed, and he dashed straight towards Han Ming. His speed was shockingly fast, like a flash of lightning, and he appeared in front of Han Ming.    

    

The Dragon Scale Sword in his hand fiercely stabbed towards Han Ming from top to bottom.    

    

Han Ming's expression remained unchanged. He extended his arm and lifted it horizontally.    

    

"Clang!"    

    

A metal clanging sound was heard. A ball of fire burned out his sleeve.    

    

A weapon similar to a rod with sharp triangular blades was tied to his arm.    

    

Han Ming lowered his arm, and then used his elbow to hit Faang Yang.    

    

He changed his move too quickly, and before Faang Yang could react, he felt a sharp pain in his chest.    

    

Han Ming laughed when he saw Faang Yang was injured. He pressed Faang Yang to the ground with all his strength.    

    

It seemed like he was going to use the sharp weapon on his arm to pierce through Faang Yang's chest.    

    

"Heavenly Frost Great Hand Print!"    

    

Faang Yang shouted and slammed his palm toward Han Ming.    

    

The surrounding temperature dropped rapidly. Ice crystals were formed on the surrounding flowers and plants, and a blue halo appeared on Faang Yang's palm.    

    

Han Ming stopped when he saw the situation. He let out a strange cry and quickly retreated.    

    

Faang Yang's palm hit empty air, but he also took a deep breath.    

    

He looked at his chest. Blood was flowing down his chest, dyeing his clothes red.    

    

Just as he stood up, Han Ming pounced over once again.    

    

His arms and legs were equipped with strange weapons. His right arm and left leg rotated at the same time.    

    

Faang Yang exerted force under his feet and flew into the air.    

    

Two footprints appeared where he had just been standing.    

    

In the air, Faang Yang's palm slapped down and the Secret Sect Palm Print shot out.    

    

Han Ming waved his arms and shattered the Secret Sect Palm Print.    

    

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

    

Faang Yang disappeared.    

    

"I'm behind you!"    

    

Han Ming did not have time to turn around. A sharp pain came from his back. His body shot into the ground like a cannonball, stirring up dust!    

    

Faang Yang did not stop moving. He waved his arm continuously. Streaks of flashing lightning Sword Light shot towards the dust.    

    

"Ahhhhh..."    

    

Han Ming's blood-curdling scream rang out.    

    

Faang Yang was just about to take out the Profound Bird Dragon Suppressing Pillar when he remembered that if the Profound Bird Dragon Suppressing Pillar were to strike, Han Ming would be turned into minced meat.    

    

He wanted to grab Han Ming and find out about the Evil Spirit Hall from his mouth.    

    

Thinking of this, Faang Yang's mind moved. A Taijitu appeared above his head. True Qi and the power of the five dragons were all transferred into it.    

    

The Yin Yang Fish spun quickly, and two beams of light shot into the dust.    

    

The miserable cry stopped abruptly.    

    

Faang Yang landed on the ground and stood far away, waiting for the result.    

    

Dust fell.    

    

There was a deep pit not far away. Han Ming was lying inside, his face like a Gold Paper, and his breathing was weak.    

    

His clothes had already been dyed red with blood.    

    

His arms were badly mutilated, and there were two transparent holes on his shoulders.    

    

Seeing this, Faang Yang heaved a sigh of relief. He wasn't worried that he wouldn't be able to defeat him. He was just worried that he might accidentally kill him.    

    

He walked over and squatted in front of Han Ming.    

    

Han Ming looked at Faang Yang with resentment. "Faang Yang, you don't have to be proud of yourself. When I come back next time, I will make you wish you were dead!"    

    

Han Ming closed his eyes.    

    

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

    

Faang Yang sneered and said, "Han Ming, I was just guarding against you!"    

    

"What?" Han Ming's frightened voice sounded.    

    

Little White pounced on the black smoke at some point and bit it. A transparent Old Man appeared in front of Faang Yang. This Old Man looked exactly like Han Ming, but this was his soul, not his real body.