"Kill him and avenge my elder brother!"

Seeing that their eldest brother was dead, the remaining two swordsmen Xuanyuan became red-eyed and stabbed Qin Long's throat and the back of Qin Long's back with their long swords, threatening his life with their swords.

"Fire Shield!"

In the Wenhuo realm, he could finally use defensive skills. A small flame shield appeared in front of his neck and rubbed the sword's edge, slightly deflecting it.

"Lizard Demon Skin Training."

The remaining essence was all condensed on the surface of the skin on the neck, and a layer of white scales instantly surrounded Qin Long's neck. It could be seen with the naked eye that the scales were extremely defensive.

Under two levels of resistance, the life-threatening sword in his throat deflected, brushing Qin Long's neck and bringing up a small handful of blood. His unsuspecting waist was pierced by the sword.

At this moment, the soul-stealing sword that killed the eldest brother saw Qin Long as his next target, turned the tip of the sword, and stabbed him head-on.

"Closed array!"

Qin Long's hand sword pinched the hundreds of weapons and the killing array suddenly closed, the silk thread trapped in the mountain was pulled, and the hilt of the soul-stealing sword fell into his hand.

He stretched out his hand to hold the blade of the sword that had pierced his Dantian, and used the remaining bone fragments in his hand to block it tightly. The sword was sharply bent, and the soul-stealing sword swept past, and a huge head rolled down instantly.

"Second brother!" the monk who thrust his sword into Qin Long's back shouted loudly.

"I'll fight you!"

Qin Long's waist relaxed, and the last swordsman threw away his sword and hugged him with open arms. Spiritual energy all over his body surged out like an explosion, as if he planned to drag him to death together.

"Heavy mountains!"

After completing the formation and training the lizard demon skin, all the energy had been used up. The flames on the ground were extinguished. It would take time to activate the Spark Piaomiao again. In desperation, he hit the opponent with a palm.

Although Qin Long's palm still couldn't produce a palm print like Wei Tong's, it still took shape. The khaki spiritual energy condensed into a vague palm shape and he slapped it hard.

"Boom!"

The third brother lost his weapon and was unable to break through Qin Long's heavy mountains. He was immediately shot several feet away from him, and the khaki silk thread took advantage of the situation and rolled up to wrap his hands and feet tightly.

The spiritual energy in the third brother's body became more and more powerful. Qin Long secretly thought that it was not good, so he quickly retreated and threw the silk thread over as if it was free.

Dense khaki silk threads came out from all directions, and the struggling third brother was wrapped into a cocoon. After a loud bang, a round hole about ten feet long was blasted out of the hard blue brick floor of the Chen family.

"I'm afraid I can't stop this power even if I use the Lizard Demon Skin Training." That scene made Qin Long a little scared. M.

"Fortunately, the Three Musketeers didn't use this move from the beginning, otherwise I really wouldn't be able to defeat them. And the blood scabbard is also very weird. It actually resisted the soul-stealing sword."

Qin Long flicked the dust off his body, and the threads spread out and pulled the corpses in the courtyard to the door.

It's just that his worries are unnecessary. Before reaching the divine elixir, everyone has only one life. If it loses it, he will really die. Therefore, monks always conduct tests first and then look for flaws. Very few people directly expose their full strength or use it to

Fight to the death.

When the three swordsmen first met Qin Long, they would definitely not directly use the blood scabbard and the method of dying together.

After the door of the Chen family was closed, earth-shattering sounds of battle erupted in the courtyard. The clash of weapons and the screams of the monks could be heard endlessly. The strange thing was that all those sounds disappeared after just a few breaths.

Then the heart-rending screams of two of the Three Musketeers were heard, followed by a loud rumble and a deathly silence.

Those foundation-building monks who had originally wanted to break in and get some discounts were frightened when they heard this, and for a while they didn't even dare to think of jumping up the wall.

"Crunch——"

The closed door of the Chen family finally opened, and the breeze caused the corpse hanging at the door to sway a few times, making the monks strangely think of wind chimes.

Qin Long walked out of the door in a black robe. The sword that penetrated the Dantian at his waist had been pulled out, and the wounds were simply healed by the new spiritual energy. Under the cover of the black robe and the night, he looked completely uninjured.

"Whoosh."

There was a sound of clothes rubbing together behind Qin Long. Everyone looked along the threads and all took a bite of saliva. Oh my god, what are those!

The monks who followed the Three Musketeers and entered the Chen family were all killed without exception. Those who were lucky escaped from the formation and left whole corpses, while those who were unlucky were severely injured by swords in the massacre.

All you can see are bones.

He stretched out his hand on the door beam and saw that the monks tied with silk threads were hung on it, and their corpses were hanging like a forest.

The two swordsmen Xuanyuan at the head were hung very low, and they were spinning horribly when the breeze blew, as if they were telling the monks in front of the door that anything as beautiful as the forest wind would destroy it.

"vomit.."

Several monks who had just entered the foundation building and had not experienced many killing scenes immediately vomited out when they saw the blood dripping on the broken limbs. Then they looked at Qin Long and a feeling of fear began to spread.

Cold sweat broke out on everyone's back, killing the god.

Even without the support of that mysterious swordsman, he is not a real killing god that ordinary people can afford to offend.

Qin Long stood at the door for a moment, his eyes scanning the cheeks of everyone present. No one dared to look at him, and he nodded with satisfaction.

"Go back and tell Luo Yutian that after today, I will own half of the sky in the black market. If he doesn't agree, let him come to me in person!"

With a bang, the door was closed tightly, and the strong wind blew the corpse forest, making a terrifying sound of wind chimes as clothes and residual limbs rubbed against each other.

The monks looked at each other in confusion as they looked at the front door of the Chen family, and quietly left without saying a word. They didn't even dare to use spiritual energy when they left, fearing that making too loud a sound would offend the murderous god.

Feeling that everyone had left, Qin Long at the door took a deep breath and fell to the ground.

The repaired wound on his lower abdomen split open instantly, and bright red blood gushed out like a spring.

"These old guys are really not simple. The sword intention is so strong that it can even destroy the essence."

The newly repaired dantian was torn apart again by the remaining sword intent. If he hadn't just held on in order to establish his power, Qin Long might not even have the strength to stand.

"Lord Mo Long...what's wrong with you?" Hong Kui appeared in front of Qin Long with a nervous look on his face.

Ahem, Qin Long just wanted to say something, but coughed up two mouthfuls of blood on his chest, looking extremely miserable.

"Are you injured?"

Hong Kui was at a loss and didn't know whether to help him or not.

Although Qin Long was not the culprit who destroyed the Hong family, Wei Tong could be considered one of the culprits because he came for him.

Hong Kui looked at Qin Long, then moved his eyes to the soul-stealing sword in his hand, and gradually became firmer.

Ha, Qin Long smiled bitterly in his heart. He originally wanted Hong Kui to become his loyal believer, but he didn't expect him to see him like this. It seemed that he had no choice but to kill him.

His Dantian was forced again. He was no longer able to use his spiritual energy. He caused the Yin-Yang Fish to return to the sea of ​​​​Qi and slightly hooked his fingers, pulling out a thread of essence and gathering it on his fingertips.
Chapter completed!