A circle of air exploded from the palm of the fat Taoist's hand, and the wing-like fat flesh also shot up to form a second explosion. The power of one palm and two hands was truly extraordinary.

Hong Kui dodged the palm strike but could not avoid the Qi Jin. The whistling air ripped out several small cuts on his face, which was painful, itchy and terrifying.

"A couple of times."

The fat Taoist Jian Hongkui dodged his slap, showed an ugly smile full of fat, and went straight to Hongkui with both hands.

The Taoist was very fat but extremely flexible. As if the thick fat could not affect his movements, he slapped his palms again with layers of ripples.

Qin Long saw the surging fat and knew that he couldn't easily catch the chain of palms. More thin threads from the trapped mountains were wrapped around the fat Taoist's wrist.

collapse.

As soon as the dense silk threads wrapped around the fat Taoist's body, they were broken by the swollen fat, but the seemingly fair and delicate skin showed no scars at all.

Trapped Mountain failed to restrain the fat Taoist, but it also bought Hong Kui precious time.

"Look at the sword!" Hong Kui shouted and slashed at the fat Taoist's head with his sword.

"What an idiot."

Qin Long shook his head helplessly. How come Hong Kui didn't understand current affairs? His skills were so poor that he didn't realize that he was still a talent.

"Crack."

The fat Taoist clasped his hands together, and a wave of waves appeared on his flesh wings, holding the soul-stealing sword in his hands.

He saw it, and he also saw that someone was protecting this stupid boy. He snatched the soul-stealing sword and kicked Hong Kui into Chen's house and said loudly.

"Sir Molong, please show up. What's the point of hiding? After all, the Chen family's territory belongs to our black market. If we hand it over now, we might be able to find a way to survive."

"What a strong tone, Fatty, you are so sure that you can get out of the Chen family alive."

Knowing that there was no point in continuing to hide, Qin Long finally walked out of the darkness. On the door beam behind him were the corpses of the Chen brothers and sisters hanging.

"Don't think that you can roam the black market just by killing those two losers from the Chen family. You were not even born when I killed you, Master Dao." He activated the golden sharp formation on the soul-stealing sword to kill them.

The soul-stealing sword was not too long, and the fat Taoist deliberately took precautions. When he held it in his hand, it was like a sharp thorn poking into a mass of fat. Qin Long wanted to use the mountain to restrain the soul-stealing sword hilt, but it actually happened for a moment.

Can't find where to start.

"Since I can't hold you back, I'll burn it with fire."

Qin Long released a ball of spiritual energy again, and khaki silk threads grew out of it.

"Boy, you haven't even scratched the surface of Wei Tong's Five Mountains Palm and you want to deal with Fatty?"

When the fat Taoist saw the tangled thread, he did not dodge and let it get entangled.

He had already experienced Qin Long's Trapped Mountain just now, and both the strength of his spiritual energy and his proficiency in techniques were so poor that he couldn't even break his skin.

Just when he was summoning his spiritual energy to burst the threads, the threads became loose and gave way to the protruding fat. At the same time, a burning pain came from the threads.

"What's going on? Didn't that kid use Trapped Mountain?"

The fat Taoist had seen Wei Tong's Five Mountains Palm. It was impossible for him to recognize the obvious features of trapped mountains, but what about this burning feeling?

Taking a moment to glance at his entangled arm, the fat Taoist almost frightened the soul-stealing sword out of his hand.

Qin Long's spiritual fire is not just a flame produced by ordinary spiritual energy. The innate spiritual fire entrenched in his dantian gives his fire attribute spiritual energy a hint of innate aura, making it more powerful and difficult to defend.

"Why are these threads burning!" A fearful voice sounded in the empty space in front of Chen's house.

The fat Taoist's arms had been burned with several dents by flame threads, and the fat meat had been roasted into grease and flowed out from under the skin.

The fire took advantage of the power of the oil, and the oil helped the fire grow. The flames that originally danced lightly quickly turned into flames that were half a person tall. The flames were so weird that they were so fat that even a person couldn't successfully put them out even if they covered them with spiritual energy.

Seeing that his arm was about to be burned to pieces, the fat Taoist finally became ruthless and cut off the flames and a large piece of fat with his sword, thus stopping the spread of the fire.

Feeling lucky, I looked up and saw that the area in front of me suddenly became brighter, and a large area of ​​​​flaming thoughts was wrapped around it like a web of threads.

"No, I give up, I give up!!"

Trapped in the mountains, the fat Taoist's fat body danced with joy and shriveled up quickly, and the aroma of barbecued fat spread in front of Chen's house.

Although the smell of meat was fragrant, no one's appetite was aroused by it, because the person who howled pitifully along with the smell of meat was a Wenhuo Realm monk.

Hong Kui was so frightened that he fell to the ground and cried immediately when he saw the miserable appearance of the fat Taoist.

The overwhelming momentum of the Fat Taoist when he took action made him truly realize what it means to be strong, which is the absolute pressure of a superior person on a inferior person.

A gap in absolute strength that he couldn't overcome even with a soul-stealing sword.

However, such a powerful person was unable to even beg for mercy in the hands of the man in front of him.

"Who else wants to challenge?"

Qin Long picked up the soul-stealing sword, waved his hand to disperse the flames and looked at the people in front of him.

No one dared to speak.

That was a Wenhuo cultivator. After decades of practice and the accumulation of countless wealth, the Wenhuo cultivator turned into a charred corpse in an instant.

The foundation-building monks who came to watch had only one thought in their minds, devil. The gentle black-robed young man in front of them was really a devil!

"You damn fat man is still so stupid. You can die without complaining. My dear, we three brothers are here to meet you."

After the cold words, three long swords surrounded and killed him.

"The Three Musketeers of Xuanyuan!" someone among the monks present exclaimed when they recognized him.

"They are really the three swordsmen of Xuanyuan. Although the three of them are Wenhuo monks, the technique they practice is a combined fencing formation. When the three of them join forces to form an formation, they can trap the Wuhuo monk. This guy is doomed now."

Qin Long also discovered the mystery of the Three Musketeers. The three seemed to be of the same mind. No matter which one he attacked, the other two would take the opportunity to attack.

The silk threads trapped in the mountains cannot cause effective damage to them. Under the sword array, the enemies will be chopped into powder before those silk threads get close to them.

After retreating steadily, Qin Long had already approached the gate of the Chen family's courtyard. Looking at the empty courtyard behind the door, a strange smile appeared on his face.

"Heavy mountains!"

Throwing the soul-stealing sword behind him, he clapped both palms at the same time. Two thick palm prints immediately hit the Three Musketeers. Qin Long dodged and fled into the courtyard with a burst of sparks.

Trapped mountains can cling to flames, and heavy mountains can naturally do the same. However, because Qin Long's practice of Five Mountains Palm is still shallow, the sparks in the palm prints are not very powerful, so it is rare for him to get a chance to escape.

"Follow me quickly."

The Three Musketeers originally wanted to escape but found that the flames could not threaten them. Seeing that Qin Long was eager to escape, the three swordsmen rushed out to pursue him into the Chen family courtyard. Seeing Qin Long defeated and retreating, a group of foundation-building monks were not willing to be outdone and followed the Three Musketeers.

In hospital.

No matter how little things the Chen family has, they are still richer than their own pockets. Just those things can last for several years.

Bang!

The heavy door of Chen's house was suddenly closed, and a dazzling sea of ​​fire spread across the entire front yard.
Chapter completed!