Chương 159: Eighth-Grade Heavenly General, Daoist Dan Qing

Han Jue stared at Yang Yanjun. Seeing that she didn't escape, he was overjoyed.

Since you're so bold, don't even think about leaving!

Han Jue waved his sword again. The sea of Sword Qi in the sky condensed countless sword shadows again and attacked Yang Yanjun with the momentum of a collapsing sky.

It was unstoppable!

Yang Yanjun was shocked and immediately moved. However, at that moment, as soon as her Dharmic powers dissipated, she was injured by Han Jue's sword Qi.

She moved dozens of kilometers away, and just as she appeared, she was so angry that a mouthful of blood rushed up to her throat.

Boom—

Yang Yanjun raised her hand and waved, causing the flying dagger to tear through the air and land in her hand again.

"Damn it! If not for the heavenly rules, how could I be in such a sorry state!"

Yang Yanjun cursed angrily. She threw the flying dagger above her head and quickly cast a spell with both hands.