Seeing that Han Ming didn't say a word, the golden-robed monk couldn't help but feel a burst of anger, this kid was afraid that he didn't know what to think about the word death, didn't he know the gap between the disciples of the various peaks and ordinary disciples, didn't he know the gap between ordinary disciples and the various miscellaneous disciples of the Library Pavilion, the Wanwu Pavilion, and the Refining Pavilion!

"Don't look at you, you are also a great consummation of Qi cultivation, but there are many such cultivations in the sect, Senior Brother will let you know today what it means to be the same cultivation, but the strength is worlds apart. ”

As soon as the golden-robed disciple slapped the storage bag, he released a golden long sword, and with a pinch of the magic trick in his hand, the golden long sword burst into a burst of golden light, and shot towards Han Ming with more than ten pale golden sword qi.

"It's the best spiritual weapon!" Looking at the extremely powerful golden long sword, Yu Yanlu's jade hands in the distance were clenched nervously and secretly, and the worry in his eyes was not concealed.

The fire bomb technique released by Han Ming before collided with the golden long sword, and without any accidents, it was directly destroyed by the sword qi.

The golden-robed disciple looked at the golden flying sword that was about to attack Han Ming's body, but Han Ming hadn't released his spirit weapon yet, he seemed to be caught off guard, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl slightly, sure enough, these miscellaneous disciples have always been at the bottom of the same level.

The golden-robed disciple glanced at Yu Yanlu, who was staring at this place on the boulder in the distance, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and he suddenly increased the output of mana, making the golden long sword even more powerful, just planning to crush Han Ming with one blow, so as to show off in front of the beauty, and let the beauty know that her male companion was just a wreck.

"Is he stupid, release the spirit weapon quickly, even if it is not the opponent of the top spirit weapon, but at least it can delay for a while." The female cultivator surnamed Qin looked at Han Ming, who was motionless, and tugged at Yu Yanlu's arm.

And Yu Yanlu didn't turn his head, he kept staring at Han Ming on the high platform, and his hands clenched tighter!

"I've already lost, and I don't even let go of the shield, let alone a top-level spiritual weapon, even a sword qi can dismantle him in eight pieces. I don't know how Senior Sister Yu could ride a flying magic weapon with him, I can take him down the ladder!" a disciple of the twelfth layer of Qi cultivation muttered in a low voice.

The disciples who were staring at the high platform here around were all gloating, the top-level spiritual weapon had attacked at such a close distance, the disciple of this library pavilion had already lost, and at this time, even if he immediately activated the top-level defensive spiritual weapon, it would be too late.

The golden long sword was still half a foot away from him, and Han Ming felt a tingling pain in his face, worthy of being a top-grade spiritual weapon, the sword body had not yet arrived, and a stream of sword intent had already been transmitted.

The golden long sword had already stabbed in front of him, but Han Ming didn't have any anxious look on his face, he glanced at the golden-robed young man in the distance, and with a sneer, he suddenly raised his foot and rushed forward directly with the golden long sword!

"Looking for death!" Seeing that Han Ming did not retreat but advanced, the golden-robed young man couldn't help but snort coldly, pressing his fingers downward, and the power of the golden long sword was undiminished, and he had the posture of dismantling Han Ming into eight pieces.

Then, just as the golden long sword was about to stab Han Ming's body, Han Ming's upper body suddenly elongated, like an elastic leather strip, and crossed his shoulders with the golden long sword in an extremely strange posture.

Dodging the golden long sword, Han Ming's body twisted again, and his entire body changed its form like dough wantonly, one moment longer and some short, almost in an instant, he easily drilled through more than a dozen pale golden sword qi.

Dodging the golden long sword and more than a dozen sword qi, Han Ming's feet moved, and he rushed towards the golden-robed young man at an incredible speed, like a black long arrow.

"How could it be. The golden-robed young man exclaimed, he didn't expect Han Ming to dodge his top-grade spirit weapon so easily.

However, the golden-robed young man was not an ordinary person, after a brief shock, he came back to his senses, and with a wave of his hand without thinking, he threw out three or four blue talismans, turning into twenty or thirty ice picks, with a cold aura, and swept towards Han Ming, who was rapidly approaching.

At the same time, the golden-robed young man's magic trick pinched, and the golden long sword took a sharp turn, chasing Han Ming with more than ten sword qi, and forming an encirclement with the more than ten ice picks against Han Ming.

Han Ming, on the other hand, didn't care about it, his speed didn't weaken at all, and he let the ice picks and golden long swords besiege him.

Just when the ice pick long sword was about to attack in front of Han Ming, the magic trick in the hands of the golden-robed young man pinched, and the ice pick suddenly exploded, and the power of ice and cold increased dramatically, sweeping over, and those pale golden sword qi also exploded suddenly, turning into more than a hundred small sword qi, densely surrounded, completely sealing Han Ming's retreat: "Now it's up to you how to hide." ”

"Pong. The icy cold power and golden sword qi attacked one place, and it exploded into a burst of intense spiritual light, causing the nearby cultivators to squint slightly.

The long-haired old man next to him had a blue glow in his eyes, and he couldn't help but show a hint of discoloration in his eyes.

"Even a trace of defensive means are used, what is it if you don't look for death yourself!" The golden-robed young man's face was full of smiles, as if he had seen the scene of Han Ming being seriously injured and falling to the ground.

But when the violently flickering aura gradually dissipated, the golden-robed young man did not have Han Ming's figure falling to the ground, it was empty.

"Didn't you still not release the aura of body protection!" A voice sounded in the ears of the golden-robed young man, and his tone was full of coldness.

"Not good!" the golden-robed young man burst out, pinching the trick with one hand, and was about to arouse the body protection aura on his body, and at the same time turned around sharply and looked behind him.

Although the golden-robed young man took the first step, it was obviously too late, and he turned around, only to see two rapidly enlarged soles of his feet, one facing his head and the other facing his chest.

The golden-robed young man drew a graceful arc, flew out for dozens of feet, fell heavily under the high platform, and after spurting out a mouthful of blood, his head sank and he fainted directly.

Although he only suffered two kicks, the golden-robed young man was extremely seriously injured at a glance, and a large piece of his chest was sunken, and a clear-eyed person knew at a glance that at least seven or eight sternums had been broken, and his head was bleeding from seven orifices.

Han Ming glanced coldly at the golden-robed young man who fell under the stage, then withdrew his gaze and looked at the long-haired old man.

"Yes, yes, although he was a little light on the enemy first, and he didn't release the aura of protecting the body, but you can use secular martial arts to such an extent, and I think you have studied it, but the old man advises you not to continue, after all, after building the foundation, no matter how you use this kind of mortal martial arts, it will not have much effect!" The long-haired old man stroked his beard and smiled, completely ignoring the golden-robed young man who was kicked off.

"Thank you for the compliment!" Han Ming arched his hand slightly.

"Sixteenth game, fifty-eighth round, Han Mingsheng of the Library Pavilion!" the long-haired old man announced loudly, and then glanced at Han Ming, his lips moved slightly, and he actually used the technique of transmitting sound into the secret: "Pay attention next time, don't take too heavy a shot, although that kid was disrespectful at the beginning, he is a disciple of the Jinding Peak lineage, as a miscellaneous disciple, it is better not to make a feud or not to make a vengeance!"

Hearing this, Han Ming showed a hint of surprise on his face, and after thinking slightly, he bowed slightly to the long-haired old man: "Senior nephew retires." ”

The long-haired old man nodded, then he no longer paid attention to Han Ming, but continued to say loudly: "Sixteenth game, fifty-eighth round, Thousand Illusion Peak Qin Yanjue against Ethereal Peak Duan Zhufeng. ”

Han Ming turned his head, released the green leaf magic weapon, went up, and flew towards the boulder, but he didn't know that the boulder was already boiling at this time!