Wei Tong felt that the things bound by the spiritual energy in his hand suddenly disappeared, and the heavy mountain passed through Qin Long's previous location and flew out of the dust-shrouded range.

The silk threads trapped in the mountains swept around, but the empty feedback came from him. Qin Long, who released the flames, disappeared out of thin air.

"What kind of martial arts is this?" Wei Tong felt a sense of fear for no reason.

Qin Long's body movement was too strange. The trapped Shanyue, who could lock the martial arts master, couldn't keep him where he was.

After losing Qin Long's trace, Wei Tong's first thing was to point the attack's spearhead at Wu Jian. The silk thread trapped the mountain suddenly wrapped around Wu Jian. Several palm prints exploded beside him, and the mountain above his head was also facing.

The location of the martial sword fell.

Qin Long's behavior was very strange. Although Wu Jian was his guard, he cared about his life and death very much. Wei Tong could conclude that Qin Long would go to save Wu Jian as soon as possible after he escaped from the trap.

Wei Tong miscalculated, and a flame that was about to be extinguished suddenly rose behind him, and a figure appeared from the center of the flame. Qin Long held the Soul-Snatching Sword and slashed at his back.

"Ice Shield!"

Wei Tong was shocked, and a thin ice shield covered his entire back in an instant.

Click.

The ice shield that condensed in a hurry was obviously not as good as the sharp edge of the Soul-Snatching Sword. After a crisp sound of breaking the ice, a long crack penetrated through the entire ice layer, and a blood line faintly bloomed from Wei Tong's back.

The Ice Shield even played a role in blocking the next part of the attacks and failed to cause greater damage to Wei Tong.

"Travel the mountains!"

The severe pain on his back made Wei Tong come back to his senses. He reached out and pinched his hand. A large number of yellowish thin lines grew wildly in the dust, trying to surround Qin Long.

Looking at the dense thin lines like silkworm cocoons, Qin Long launched the fire fist slowly. The bright flames appeared on his shoulders and climbed up directly, and the Soul-Snatching Sword was also swallowed up.

Crazy.

The long sword slashed continuously, and the sharp energy cut the silk thread, and the fire marks brought out were thrown at Wei Tong like a long whip.

"The Soul-Snatching Sword is really a waste in your hands!"

Wei Tong couldn't help but feel a little contempt when he saw Qin Long chopping the silk thread with his sword.

The power of the Soul-Snatching Sword is not the Polygonum multifarious iron itself. The formations carved on the sword can increase the sharpness of the sword several times, and Polygonum multifarious iron only plays the role of carrying the formation.

Qin Long did not use formations but only relied on Polygonum multiflorum iron. This opposite approach made Wei Tong sneer.

It’s not that Qin Long doesn’t want to use the formation, nor is it that the Soul-Snatching Sword is the one that recognizes the master. The fourth-level weapon does not have this function yet, but the demand for this sword is too high, thinking that the quality of the spiritual energy of the foundation-building realm is far from reaching.

Require.

The flames that were thrown out fell on the ground and did not go out. Instead, they burned in place with the remaining spiritual energy. Some dried slugs were covered with flames, which gave people a very strange feeling with the dust fog.

The Soul-Snatching Sword belongs to the metal. Wei Tong's trapped mountains cannot bind the Soul-Snatching Sword, but he can't do anything to Qin Long for a moment. Time passed by minute by minute, and sweat began to hang on Wei Tong's face. He didn't expect that one

The foundation-building monk is so difficult to deal with, and it will be difficult to leave if he continues.

Holding the two hands with a small hand, a large amount of silk threads shot out from the dust fog and wrapped towards Qin Long. As the silk threads became more and more, the yellow dust fog became thinner, which was a manifestation of the decrease in earth-attribute spiritual energy.

The soul-snatching sword in Qin Long's hand had swung into a golden light wheel, cutting off the silk threads that were trying to get close to him one by one.

With more and more silk threads, Qin Long gradually exhausted his strength. He swung his sword and cut a gap in the direction where the martial sword was, and launched the sparks of lightning towards the extinguished flames in the distance.

A sea of ​​fire surged out from the soles of the feet, covering all small areas around.

Wei Tong knew that Qin Long could use this move to teleport in the flames, so he hurriedly held the ice shield magic around the embankment in his hand and attacked him at any time, but he waited for a moment but nothing happened.

The flame next to Wu Jian, which had exhausted the spiritual energy, rushed into a flash, turned into flames and disappeared into Qin Long Fire, striding out, picked up Wu Jian, turned his head and ran out.

"Can you actually use flames outside the sea of ​​fire to teleport?"

When Wei Tong saw Qin Long appearing from a distance, he was shocked. The main purpose of coming to the Hong family today was to capture this person. If he ran away, he would be in vain.

"I didn't want to use this trick. Since you are looking for death, don't blame me for being rude."

Wei Tong was furious. He thought Qin Long's mysterious body technique could only be used in the sea of ​​fire, but he did not expect that even the scattered flames in the distance could support teleportation.

The back teeth squeaked and quickly pinched them in his hand a few times. A different previous magic appeared from his hand, and a light suddenly appeared in his palms.

The dust and mist wrapped around all directions faded rapidly, and Qin Long found that he could see the buildings of the Hong family again.

However, he found that the buildings had become broken, and the broken bricks and soil turned into powder to gather towards the four corners around him. Looking in the direction where the soil and stones were located, four large cliff peaks were slowly appearing.

"Great the mountains!"

Wei Tong's forehead bulged with blue veins, and it was obvious that the four peaks were from him.

The two-palm technique established mixed up and the four mountains seemed to be slow and rush towards Qin Long's location.

This is the fourth palm of the Five Mountains Palm, which combines the mountains.

The Five Mountains Palm Practice is just a heavenly level mid-level exercise, but the content of this exercise can be extended to the advancement of the Golden Elixir. It is Wei Tong's most proud skill, which is why he wants to use the earth.

The reason why spiritual energy is the main attack on spiritual energy.

When practicing the mountain palm technique to the extreme, and then cooperating with the mountain to descend, you will have the power of the eight desolates and six unions. The so-called eight desolates refer to the fourteen directions: up, down, left, left, front, back, and four corners of south, west, north, and north.

In other words, if you can refine the mountain to the point where the golden elixir is completed, you can hit fourteen mountains with two palms, killing the enemy and trapping the enemy. The power is extremely terrifying.

It is now the limit for Wei Tong to defeat four mountains. He only descended mountains on his head, and his power is more than half less. However, even so, he can dominate the martial arts realm for a while.

"See how you hide!"

Wei Tong was also ruthless, and he could not fully control the power of Heshanyue. The five mountains were in full swing, and Qin Long probably didn't even have many complete places in the bones.

Wei Tong looked at Helong's mountain and sighed slightly. It was impossible to live. I hope that the family will not refuse to collect the body because of unrecognizable appearance.

The Heshanyue covers a huge range, and there is Wei Tong intercepting it outside. The flames of the Flame Fist may not be able to shoot to the outside world smoothly, but there is still hope for a few punches. However, Xinghuo Piaomiao cannot teleport people, he can go to martial arts.

The sword can only stay here.

"No, you can't leave Uncle Wu Jian to die. The breakthrough is still on Wei Tong."

The flames in the dantian leaped gently and leaped for a moment, and anger rose from the bottom of his heart, making Qin Long even more disgusted with Wei Tong.

"Kill him."
Chapter completed!