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Under heavy pressure, Han Qing can break through in the battle and condense two into fist spirits. It is not bad, and it also shows that his understanding is extraordinary.

But Han Qing's ecstatic 2-cent fist soul only hit Tan Weiran's golden body swaying and waving, and the remaining energy disappeared invisible when the body shook.

Sixth-level golden body?!

Han Qing was shocked and could hardly believe the scene in front of him. How could he know that among Tan Weiran's skills, the ten-pound body is the most low-key and quietest, but it is also the real ace for Lai Zhi to travel the world.

Domineering like the Nine Tribulations Thunder Sound Sword is an effective way to kill the enemy in Weiran.

The indestructible ten-money body is his life-saving ace that will not be killed.

One is a spear, the other is a shield! Together, it constitutes the greatest capital for the monks in the same realm to continue to surpass the same realm.

Shocked at the soft golden body and glow, Han Qing quickly understood the feeling of being gnawed by fear. Tan Weiran, who was the double spirit of boxing and sword, was already so powerful that he was almost terrifying. Now, with the incredible sixth-level golden body, he was simply terrifyingly strong!

It's simply...unparalleled!

"Han Qing, now you know where you are committing death." Tan Weiran said lightly.

The feeling of despair invaded Han Qing's whole body. In an instant, he finally understood why Tan Weiran still didn't care at all when facing frame-ups, frame-ups, and plots. Even if he was expelled by the temporary team, he didn't care at all.

If a person has the ability to explore the cave alone, he doesn't care about the so-called expulsion at all.

Because of the terrifying double souls of the fist and sword, and because of the incredible sixth-level golden body.

A powerful person not only has more and more powerful voice, but also has the force to lift the table if necessary.

Han Qing's face was ashamed, and he finally understood that when he jumped up and down, framed and framed him, it was just annoying. In Tan Weiran's eyes, there was no difference between him and a jumping clown who jumped up and down and performed hard.

Maybe there is a little difference. When he ran around and got bored and got in the way, Tan Weiran didn't mind using force in a straightforward way.

Looking at Tan Weiran's punch, Han Qing finally understood what Tan Weiran's previous weird eyes meant.

It was mocking, disdain, thinking that he was a clown, thinking that he was not a life or death!

Han Qing made a mistake. Tan Weiran's previous weird eyes were not mocking or disdainful. It was purely Han Qing's own villain's heart.

Actually it's mercy!

Han Qing would not know that if he hadn't been itchy and humble, Tan Weiran had planned to ignore him and took advantage of the situation to leave the team and floated away alone.

A white and tender fist fell at a rapid speed in Han Qing's eyes! Boom!

Just as a punch fell, the force penetrated from the fist and had a dull impact with the fist spirit swung out by a pair of iron arms. In a blink of an eye, Han Qing, who was crying wildly, found that there was a sign of slowness in the fist spirit and was broken by a punch!

Suddenly, the earth shook violently several times.

A stream of energy was shocked violently from the collision between the fist souls. Han Qing instantly felt that in addition to the power of the fist soul, there was an extremely terrifying force pressing down with a posture of Mount Tai.

What is it? It is the strength of the body!

How could Tan Weiran, who has clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, have such terrible physical strength?

It was too late to roar again. Han Qing's hysterical resistance only brought severe pain to his arms. The force penetrated downwards, and the terrifying force smashed Han Qing's whole body like a nail, causing his feet to sink into the ground, and the ground suddenly cracked countless times.

Before he could breathe, Han Qing saw Tan Weiran's punch in horror! Boom!

Combined with the terrifying physical strength, it formed a powerful punch after punch, and burst into bursts of violent thunder in the air.

"Ah!" Han Qing howled wildly, desperately resisting with his numb and painful arms.

Time and time again, his arms gradually became numb, his muscles gradually torn apart, and his robes gradually shattered. These scenes were extremely powerful. He could only hear the sensation like thunder, and he saw Tan Weiran as majestic as the iron god of war.

Zuo Shuming Yue Xiansheng and others, who had previously seemed excited, ate Tan Weiran and were knocked away after they were knocked away. At this moment, they all looked at the scene where Han Qing was unable to fight back at all, and suddenly they no longer had the mood to deal with Tan Weiran.

It turns out that this is really Tan Weiran’s mighty.

If Fu Zhenzhen and others were asked to say that the impression of Tan Weiran was not much, it was just low-key, not very sociable, and had no passion, and could not overlap with the passion and wildness at this time.

Looking at Tan Weiran's powerful punch as powerful as a god, Han Qing smashed into the earth. This scene was violent and exuded a passionate wildness. It made everyone feel a sense of trembling that came out of their bone marrow, fear, excitement, and inexplicable pleasure.

The absolute violence seemed to ignite everyone's blood.

Tan Weiran's passion was also ignited. It is not enough to have physical strength alone. It also needs to be integrated into the boxing spirit to fully demonstrate its power. Combine one into strength! Two percent of strength and three percent of strength!

Until the 40% power was combined, Han Qing could no longer bear the terrible pressure, and his arms broke with a click. A look of despair appeared in his eyes, and his body was hit involuntarily, and blood was splashed out like money.

Boom! Han Qing, who was covered in blood, was hit by a punch, and his eyes almost protruded, turned into an arrow that flew out, and his back hit the wall heavily, and countless cracks suddenly exploded on the wall.

When Tan Weiran just arrived at Han Qing, he heard Xu Ming shouting: "Brother Tan, just beat him and vent his anger. Don't kill such a bad person, so as not to dirty his hands and break the rules and be found by Yuxu Sect if he breaks the rules."

Han Qing was embedded in the wall and could not move. His gray eyes were dull and stared at Tan Weiran who was approaching, and suddenly he used all his strength to laugh: "Tan Weiran, you are a smart person, you will not kill me with your own hands. Killing me is a breaking rule. The rules of Baili Cave Palace are not so easy to destroy."

He waved his hand to Xu Ming to express his thanks and reminded him. Tan Weiran smiled and stared at Han Qing: "Han Qing, do you think you have become a piece of shit? Then, no one dares. No one is willing to step on you?"

You are just a piece of shit... Han Qing wanted to curse, but he thought he should not stimulate Tan Weiran so as not to go crazy. As he thought so, he suddenly felt a severe pain in his heart, which quickly spread to every part of his body, and he lowered his head in surprise. He saw a bloody hand shrinking out of the bloody hole in his heart.

Whose hand is it? Whose blood is it?

Before he closed his eyelids and lost consciousness, Han Qing did not believe that it was Tan Weiran's hand, his own blood.

How dare Tan Weiran break the rules?!

Looking at Han Qing who took his last breath, everyone took a secret breath, and the coldness invaded their bodies, glad that they had not messed with Tan Weiran before. The Zhao brothers hid among the crowd without a blood-faced face, wishing that Tan Weiran had not seen him at all.

Things went against my wishes. Tan Weiran's lonely eyes passed through the crowd and fell on the faces of the Zhao brothers, swaying like a breeze to the two of them. He raised his hands and his fist soul condensed and made the Zhao brothers squirt blood like a meteor flying backwards.

After one punch, Tan Weiran didn't even look at the Zhao brothers. He turned his face and went from Yue Xiansheng to Zuo Shuming to Pan Youmin and others to look over: "Zuo Shuming, you're thinking too much, I'm not interested in the fourth team." Zuo Shuming forced a smile to hide the indescribable embarrassment.

"You are all thinking too much. If I want to kill anyone, I don't need to dress up as a shadow clan." Tan Weiran's eyes stabbed by like a cold sword. Everyone uneasy avoided their eyes and looked at Han Qing's miserable corpse. They showed a little sneer, but they were speechless.

After a slight pause, Tan Weiran held his fists at Pan Youmin and Xu Ming’s few people who had a good impression of him: “I’ll take a step first, see you again if you’re destined to be.”

Swaying with the wind, Tan Weiran disappeared behind one of the portals like willow branches, but the rest of them met embarrassedly. Instead, they glared at the Zhao brothers who were moaning.

If Han Qing and the Zhao brothers had not deliberately framed Tan Weiran, how could he force Tan Weiran away?

Tan Weiran is so powerful. If he stays in this team, it will be beneficial to everyone, not to mention the treasures. At least everyone will be much higher when they go out alive. But the result is this...

When everyone secretly blamed the dead ghost Han Qing and the Zhao brothers, Pan Youmin suddenly said: "What I saw that day is really not him. If it is not him, then..."

Everyone's heart suddenly hopped, thinking of the same answer.

Shadow Clan!

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An exquisite and small mantis exuded a faint breath, jumped up from the grass, bounced very high, and waved his sword arms and slashed the rockery collapsed on the spot.

The man who thought he could cut suddenly avoided it in advance and jumped into the sky with his backhand and claws, like a wave of shadows falling from the sky. There was a very special force in the condensed fist soul, delaying the movement of the Wujin Mantis.

What scared the Wujin Mantis was that it found a sword rippling with green light coming out of the human monk's palm. The sword had a powerful aura, which made the Wujin Mantis instinctively uneasy, just trying to escape? It was too late.

Crack!

The sword was swept, and a flashing sword light with a sharp and terrifying momentum instantly tore the air, as if it had cut out the cracks in time. The black gold mantis that was running away in the middle was suddenly slashed away by a force.

Kill the black gold mantis, picked it up from the corner of the wall, and dug out three black gold star sand. Tan Weiran smiled with satisfaction: "There are three? Not bad. However, I'd better work harder and make more, otherwise it would not be enough. Just to improve the grade of the Sword in the future, it would take a lot."

"Shutu Sword, you are truly one of Master Ji's best seventh-level spiritual artifacts. They are even more powerful than I thought and are easy to use."

The finger flicked the sword body, and the Sword of the Sword made a crisp sound, with a slight buzzing sound, and a slight sound of sparks jumping, as if he was answering his words happily.

According to memory, I passed by more than ten portals and came to a building complex. Tan Weiran looked for a while without panic, and soon found a hidden sign at the main entrance of a hall.

“George 235.”

Tan Weiran smiled and said that it was right that Geng 235. He worked hard to walk back and found this place. It was the place where there was a secret room and a secret passage last time, but he turned his face but had nothing.

I wonder if the secret room and secret passage exist this time or does it not exist?
Chapter completed!