The Second Immortal Road

The Jinpao monk started his hand when he saw Han Ming without saying anything. He couldn't help being furious. This kid was afraid that he didn't know what he thought of death. Doesn't he know the difference between the direct disciples of the peaks and the ordinary disciples, isn't it? Do you know the difference between the ordinary disciples and the disciples of Cangshu Pavilion, Wanwu Pavilion, and Refining Pavilion?

　　 "Don't look at you as a great accomplishment in Qi training, but there are so many cultivation bases in the sect. Brother today will let you know what the same cultivation base is, but the strength is worlds apart."

The disciple in Jinpao slapped the storage bag and released a golden long sword. With a pinch of the magic trick in his hand, the golden long sword was released with golden light, carrying more than ten pale golden sword auras towards Han Mingji. Shot away.

　　 "It's a superb spirit weapon!" Looking at the extremely powerful golden long sword, Yu Yanluo in the distance secretly held up a pair of jade hands nervously, and the worry in his eyes was undisguised.

　　 The pyrotechnics that Han Ming had previously released hit the golden long sword, without any accident, it was just astonished by the sword energy.

The Jinpao disciple looked at the golden flying sword that was about to attack Han Ming, but Han Ming hadn't released his spiritual weapon yet, and seemed to be caught off guard. He couldn't help but curl his mouth slightly. Sure enough, these miscellaneous disciples were always at the bottom of the same rank. exist.

The disciple in the golden robe glanced at Yu Yanluo, who was staring at the place on the huge boulder in the distance. The corner of his mouth was slightly raised. It was a pinch, which suddenly increased the output of mana and made the golden sword even more powerful. Han Ming was defeated with a single blow, and thus became a big show in front of the beauty, letting the beauty know that her male partner was just a waste.

"Is he scared stupid? Quickly release the spirit weapon, even if it is not the opponent of the top spirit weapon, but at least it can delay a moment." The sister of the surname Qin looked at Han Ming, who was motionless, and dragged Yan Yan. arm.

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

"I have already lost, and I don’t even release the shield. Not to mention the top spirit weapon. Even a sword aura can take him down. I don’t know how Junior Sister Yu would ride a flying magic weapon with him. Take him down!" a disciple of the twelfth level of qi training whispered.

The disciples staring at the high platform around here are all gloating. The top spirit weapon has reached such a close distance. The disciple of the library has already lost. At this time, even if he immediately activates the top defensive spirit weapon, it is too late. .

　　The golden long sword is still a little half a foot away from him. Han Ming felt a tingling pain in his face. It is worthy of the best spirit weapon. The sword body has not yet arrived, and a wave of sword intent has been passed over.

The golden sword had been pierced to the front, but Han Ming didn't have any anxious expression on his face. He glanced at the golden robe youth in the distance, hehe with a sneer, and then suddenly raised his foot, directly facing the golden sword. Go ahead!

　　 "Looking for death!" Seeing that Han Ming did not retreat, the young man in the golden robe couldn't help but snorted coldly, pressing his finger downwards, and the golden long sword greeted him with undiminished power.

　　 Then just when the golden long sword was about to stab Han Ming's body, Han Ming's upper body suddenly stretched, like a flexible leather strip, passing by the golden long sword in an extremely strange posture.

After avoiding the golden long sword, Han Ming's figure twisted again, and his whole body changed shape recklessly like dough. It was long and short for a while. It was almost just an instant from a dozen light golden sword auras. past.

　　 After avoiding the golden sword and dozens of sword auras, Han Ming moved his feet and rushed towards the young man in the golden robe at an incredible speed, like a black long arrow.

　　 "How is it possible?" The Jinpao youth exclaimed, he had no idea that Han Ming would have escaped his best spirit weapon so easily.

However, the young man in the golden robe is not an ordinary person. After a brief shock, he came back to his senses. He waved his hand without thinking, and threw three or four blue talisman seals, turning them into twenty or thirty ice cones. With an icy air, they swept side by side toward Han Ming, who was approaching quickly.

　　At the same time, the golden robe youth's tactics were pinched, the golden long sword turned sharply, with more than a dozen sword auras chasing Han Ming, and the more than a dozen ice cones formed a tendency to encircle Han Ming.

　　 But Han Ming didn't care, his speed didn't weaken at all, and he let the ice cone and golden sword besiege.

Just as the ice cone long sword was about to attack Han Ming, the young man in the golden robe pinched the tactics in his hands, and the ice cone suddenly exploded. The ice and cold power increased sharply, sweeping over the sky and the earth, and the pale golden sword energy was also abrupt. As soon as it exploded, it turned into more than a hundred small sword qi, and surrounded them densely, completely sealing Han Ming's retreat: "Now it depends on how you hide."

　　 "Peng." The ice cold power and golden sword aura attacked one place, exploding a violent aura, causing the nearby Xiu base to squint slightly.

The long-bearded old man next to 　　 flashed blue light in his eyes, and a strange color could not help showing in his eyes.

　　 "Use even the slightest defensive method, it's not like you are looking for death by yourself!" The face of the Jinpao youth was full of smiles, as if he had seen the scene where Han Ming was seriously injured and fell to the ground.

　　Wait for the violent flashing light to gradually dissipate, but the young man in the golden robe did not appear to have Han Ming fallen to the ground, and it was empty there.

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

　　 "Not good!" The young man in the golden robe yelled, and with one hand, he was about to arouse the aura of the body guard, and at the same time he turned abruptly and looked back.

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

The young man in the golden robe drew a graceful arc~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and flew out dozens of meters, fell heavily under the high platform, and after a violent spout of blood, his head sank and he was fainted. past.

Although he suffered only two legs, the young man in Jinpao saw that he suffered a very serious injury. His chest was sunken by a large part. A discerning person knew that at least seven or eight sternums were broken, and his head was bleeding from seven orifices. .

　　 Han Ming glanced coldly at the young man in the golden robe who fell to the stage, then retracted his gaze and looked at the long-bearded old man.

"It's not bad, although he underestimated the enemy first and didn't release the body protection aura, but you can apply the worldly martial arts to this level, and you have studied it if you want to, but the old man advises you not to continue. How superbly used this kind of mortal martial arts is, it is not very effective!" The long-bearded old man smiled, and he completely ignored the kicked young man in the golden robe.

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

"Sixteenth game, fifty-eighth time, Cangshuge Han Ming wins!" The long-bearded old man announced loudly, then glanced at Han Ming, his lips moved slightly, and he used the technique of sound transmission into the secret: "Next time Be careful, don’t take your shots too hard. Although the kid said rudely at the beginning, he is a direct disciple of Jin Dingfeng. As a handyman disciple, it’s better not to get enemies or not!"

　　 A hint of surprise appeared on Han Ming's face when he heard the words, and after a little thought, he gave a small salute to the long-bearded old man: "Senior nephew retire."

　　 The long-bearded old man nodded, and stopped paying attention to Han Ming, but continued to say loudly: "Sixteenth match, fifty-ninth round, Qianhuanfeng Qin Yanjue confronts Zhufeng Fengmeng Duan."

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