"I tell you that Tan Weiran is strictly prohibited from killing each other in Baili Cave Palace, and it is strictly prohibited to harm others. This is a prohibition of Yuxu Sect." The person who shouted like this obviously did not understand that harming people and killing people are strictly prohibited at any time and place, and the prohibition cannot always be enforced.

"Does Tan Weiran want to kill someone to silence him? I just injured someone, but now I'm hurting someone again and again. I'm so arrogant and arrogant again."

For a moment, the crowd who woke up were excited. Among them, the more impulsive people rushed forward and shouted: "Tan Weiran, how dare you hurt people again and again? Why don't you let Han Qing go..."

"I'm not bad, I'm a little impulsive." Tan Weiran made a move of the dirt dragon claw hand, and once again forced Han Qing to sink. He raised his lips and said indifferently: "I'm a little brainless."

Before the sound was over, Tan Weiran slashed out a claw with his backhand, and the five-clawed dragon was in the sky. The person who rushed to the first thought it was just a boxing intention, what's the big deal?

As soon as he took this move, his bones seemed to explode by a shocking force. All his contempt was gone, and he was shocked to find that he was being chopped backwards by this claw.

Turning his head and seeing the crowd excited and rushing towards him, Tan Weiran not only didn't worry, but laughed: "Congratulations, Han Qing. You didn't fight back before, but just planned to pretend to be bullied. Now, you have successfully aroused everyone's emotions."

"Your tricks are annoying, but they are really effective. Look, everyone wants to defeat me!"

Looking at the surging crowds, impulsively and annoyed, they rushed towards them, and swords and swords were coming out. This scene was really shocking. If someone else had been running away, but Tan Weiran was calm and unhurried, the more he exuded an indescribable unique temperament.

For some reason, Han Qing always felt that Tan Weiran's eyes looked at were very strange, but he didn't know what it meant.

The first one this time was not someone else, but the more successful he was screaming excitedly. He didn't care about Han Qing, but he just thought this scene was very fun. He must participate in the fun. But when he rushed to the point where only one zhang was left from Tan Weiran, his pupils instantly contracted!

When Tan Weiran waved his hand lightly, a sword with a faint green light flowing slowly emerged from his palm. The breath became extremely solid in an instant, and all the green light seemed to be swallowed by a kind of force, and then a more terrifying force was condensed.

It attracted a big movement like a wind storm, and all the air was surging towards Tan Weiran, and spiritual energy was pouring on the tip of the sword, jumping with crackling sparks.

Spiritual weapon!

Yue Xianshengsheng Zuo Shuming and countless others' pupils suddenly contracted. At this moment of lightning, those enthusiastic little purple sparks sensed the terrifying power that was faintly visible, and their hearts almost trembled so much that they could not breathe.

So powerful! What a terrifying sword spirit aura!

Absolutely not an ordinary sword soul!

The vibrant purple flowers have a vivid shape, leaping like an elf, and leaping hard and expanding into a magnificent thunder and lightning sword spirit. The boiling purple light blocked the entire field of view.

Nine Tribulation Thunder Sound Sword!

With a domineering attitude of sweeping away thousands of troops, swallowing up everything in sight!

The fierce and overbearing domineering, the domineering that destroys all things!

The lightning sword spirit swept all the way, and everything was wiped out.

Two percent sword spirit? No, three percent, at least three percent sword spirit!

"No! Ah!" Zuo Shuming Yue Xiansheng and others looked at this scene in horror, and in an instant, they all burst into the largest and strongest energy, using their strongest skills to resist in the purple storm!

The flowers, plants, rockery and water in the courtyard were blown into pieces by the bursting of sword spirit, and in a few moments of floating in the air, they were quickly annihilated at a speed that was uncapturable to the naked eye, leaving pieces of ashes remaining.

More than ten people who were rushing over Yue Xiansheng were like fallen leaves in the wind, and they couldn't help but fly in the purple storm.

The momentum is so strong that people cannot breathe!

Everyone's hearts were trembling, and their hearts were beating wildly.

Once upon a time, everyone thought that Tan Weiran was good at boxing and was good at melee combat, so in the special environment full of various buildings, he acted like a fish in water.

But now, everyone finally understood. It turned out that what Tan Weiran is really good at is not boxing, but swordsmanship.

With one sword, he easily killed more than ten people, but none of them could be his opponent. The sword technique is so terrifying!

The purple color reflected Han Qing's eyes into a full purple color, dyeing a terrifying look, making him feel dark before his eyes, and he couldn't stop spinning: "Double Spirits!"

Tan Weiran actually practiced the extremely rare double souls of fist and sword among young monks, which is terrible!

It turned out that the ignorant and arrogant family in Han Qing's eyes actually had such strong strength.

Han Qing originally thought that having restrained his strength before and pretended to be a weak target of being bullied by Tan Weiran could arouse everyone's anger about Tan Weiran.

Yes, he succeeded.

Tan Weiran also saw that, why did he let the situation develop even though he knew this, and let him arouse everyone's intense emotions?

Now Han Qing knows, because Tan Weiran is not afraid of so-called public anger at all.

Han Qing thought he was playing the role of a weak person before and was very happy to play a pig, but he didn't know that he was really weak in front of Tan Weiran. He was really a pig and had no strong strength at all.

"Sneak attack, kill him while he is out of breath! If he doesn't die, I will die!" Han Qing turned his mind frantically, and a wisp of viciousness flashed out, and all the energy burst out. He used a pair of iron fists, and the fist soul took Tan Weiran as fast as possible.

With concentration and terrifying pressure, Han Qing made a breakthrough while slamming out his fist!

The fist soul is 20% of the time, and there is a huge divine master who vaguely swings a punch in the fist soul, forming a wonderful overlap.

The Nine Tribulation Thunder Sound Sword with 30% Sword Soul consumes a lot of true energy. Han Qing is worthy of being a casual cultivator who is good at fighting. At a glance, Tan Weiran really has no time to fully recover his anger.

The strong fist came, Tan Weiran turned his head slowly with his expression unchanged, and gently stroked his clothes, as if he was brushing away a disgusting fly.

The soft golden glow smashed Han Qing’s hopes and luck, as if he fell into a bottomless abyss full of despair and fear!

Sixth-level golden body!

The ten-pound gold body has always been indestructible. Not to mention the average spiritual travel realm, even the divine realm is difficult to break in one go.
Chapter completed!