When the golden-robed monk saw Han Ming taking action without saying a word, he couldn't help but feel shocked and angry. This kid was afraid that he didn't know what the word "death" was thinking. Doesn't he know the difference between the direct disciples of each peak and the ordinary disciples? Do he not know the difference between the ordinary disciples and the various miscellaneous disciples of the Library, Wanwu Pavilion, and the weapon refining pavilion!

"Although you are also perfect in Qi cultivation, there are many such cultivation levels in the sect. Today, my senior brother will let you know what the same cultivation means, but the strength is huge."

The golden robe disciple slapped the storage bag and released a golden sword. After pinching the magic tricks in his hand, the golden sword shone brightly, and with more than ten light golden sword auras shot towards Han Ming.

"It's the best spiritual weapon!" Looking at the extremely powerful golden sword, Yu Yan's jade hands in the distance were nervously clenched, and the worry in his eyes was unconcealed.

The fire bomb technique that Han Ming released before hit the golden sword. Without any accident, he was directly killed by the sword energy.

The golden robe disciple looked at the golden flying sword that was about to attack Han Ming, but Han Ming had not released his spiritual weapon yet, and seemed to be caught off guard, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised. Sure enough, these miscellaneous disciples have always been at the bottom of the same level.

The disciple of the golden robe glanced at Yu Yan-hyun staring at the huge rock in the distance, with a slightly raised corner of his mouth, and suddenly increased the output of his magic power, making the golden sword even more powerful. He planned to defeat Han Ming with one blow, so that he could make the beauty stand out in front of the beauty and let the beauty know that her male companion was just a coward.

"Are he scared to death? Use spiritual weapons quickly. Even if he is not a match for top-level spiritual weapons, he can at least delay for a moment." The female cultivator surnamed Qin looked at Han Ming who was motionless and pulled Yu Yan's arm.

Yu Yanqiu didn't turn his head and kept staring at Han Ming on the platform, clenching his hands even tighter!

"I have lost, and I don't even put up the shield. Not to mention the top-level spiritual weapon, even a sword energy can dismantle him. I don't know how Junior Sister Yu was riding a flying magic weapon with him, and I could even take him down the level!" A disciple of the twelve level of Qi training muttered in a low voice.

The disciples staring at the high platform around him were gloating. The top-level spiritual weapons attacked so close that the disciples in the library had already lost. At this time, even if he immediately stimulated the top-level defensive spiritual weapons, it would be too late.

The golden sword was still half a foot away from him, and Han Ming felt a stinging pain on his face. He was worthy of being the best spiritual weapon. Before the sword body had arrived, a stream of sword intent that seemed to be present and nothing had been passed on.

The golden sword had already stabbed in front of him, but Han Ming did not look anxious on his face. He glanced at the young man in the golden robe in the distance, sneered, and then raised his foot suddenly, rushed forward with the golden sword!

"Looking for death!" Seeing that Han Ming did not retreat but advanced, the young man in the golden robe snorted coldly, pressed his fingers down, and the power of the golden sword continued to rise, as if he was dismantling Han Ming.

Then just as the golden sword was about to pierce Han Ming's body, Han Ming's upper body suddenly stretched out, like an elastic pier, passing by the golden sword in an extremely strange posture.

After dodging the golden sword, Han Ming's body turned around again, and his whole body changed into shape like dough, growing for a while and short for a while, and almost instantly, he easily drilled through more than a dozen light golden sword energy.

After dodging the golden sword and more than a dozen sword energy, Han Ming moved his feet and rushed towards the young man in golden robe at an incredible speed, like a long black arrow.

"How is that possible?" The young man in golden robe exclaimed. He had never expected that Han Ming would avoid his best spiritual weapon so easily.

However, the young man in the golden robe was not an ordinary person. After a brief shock, he came to his senses and waved his hand without thinking, threw out three or four blue talismans, turning into twenty or thirty ice cones, carrying a cold air, swept side by side towards Han Ming who was approaching quickly.

At the same time, the golden robe young man pinched the magic trick, and the golden long sword turned sharply, and chased Han Ming with more than ten sword energy, forming a siege against Han Ming with more than ten ice cones.

However, Han Ming ignored it and his speed did not weaken at all, allowing the ice cone and the golden sword to siege him.

Just as the ice cone sword was about to attack Han Ming, the young man in the golden robe pinched the magic tricks, and the ice cone suddenly exploded, and the cold power increased drastically, sweeping overwhelmed. The light golden sword energy suddenly exploded and turned into more than a hundred small sword energy, surrounded it densely, completely blocking Han Ming's retreat: "Now, it depends on how you hide."

"Peng." The cold power and golden sword energy attacked one place, and a violent spiritual light exploded, causing the nearby cultivation to squint slightly.

The old man next to him had a blue light flashing in his eyes, and a strange color could not help but appear in his eyes.

"Even a trace of defense is used, why don't you seek death by yourself?" The young man in golden robe had a smile on his face, as if he had seen Han Ming falling to the ground with serious injuries.

But when the violent flash of inspiration gradually dissipated, the young man in golden robe had no figure of Han Ming falling to the ground, and it was empty.

"Didn't you still not emit the body protection light?" A voice sounded in the ears of the young man in golden robe, and his tone was full of coldness.

"Not good!" The young man in golden robe shouted, and with one hand, he was about to arouse the protective light on his body. At the same time, he turned around suddenly and looked back.

Although the young man in the golden robe took the measures at the first time, it was obviously too late. He turned around and saw only two rapidly enlarged soles of feet, one facing his head and the other facing his chest.

The young man in golden robe drew a graceful arc and flew out dozens of feet wide. He fell heavily under the platform. After spewing out a mouthful of blood, his head sank and fainted.

Although he had only suffered two feet, the young man in the golden robe had suffered a serious injury at first glance. A large piece of his chest was sunken. A discerning person could tell at a glance that at least seven or eight sternums had been broken, and the head was bleeding continuously.

Han Ming coldly glanced at the young man with a golden robe who fell below the stage, then withdrew his gaze and looked at the old man with long beard.

"Not bad. Although he underestimated the enemy first and did not emit the protective light, it is thought that you have studied the use of secular martial arts to this extent. However, I advise you not to continue. After all, after building the foundation, no matter how well you use this kind of mortal martial arts, it will be of little effect!" The old man with long beard smiled and ignored the young man in golden robe who was kicked off.

"Thank you, Master, for your praise!" Han Ming bowed slightly.

"Flight 16, Chapter 58, Han Mingsheng of the Library!" The old man with long beard announced loudly, then looked at Han Ming, his lips moved slightly, and he actually used the technique of transmitting the voice to the secret: "Be careful next time, don't take too much action. Although that kid was rude from the beginning, he was a direct disciple of Jindingfeng. As a servile disciple, you should not make enemies!"

Han Ming showed a hint of surprise on his face when he heard this. After thinking a little, he bowed slightly to the old man with a beard: "My nephew took his leave."

The old man with long beard nodded and no longer paid attention to Han Ming, but continued to say loudly: "Scene 16, Chapter 59, Qianhuan Peak Qin Yanjue vs. Duan Zhufeng of Piaomiao Peak."
Chapter completed!