These monks were originally looking for trouble, but now that they saw Hong Kui being suicidal, they vomited anger and directly attacked Hong Kui. Their weapons were immediately unsheathed and they were ready to fight.

"Wait a minute, who are you?"

He did not dare to deal with Qin Long, but this was a fourth-level spiritual treasure, and it was not easy to bully ordinary monks.

Some of the fear was restored with the help of the Soul Reaper Sword.

Hong Kui was now also a "strong man" holding a spiritual treasure, so naturally he would not be afraid of these miscellaneous creatures in the foundation building stage, so he blocked the door with the soul-stealing sword.

"Soul-stealing sword."

Several monks hesitated to move forward when they saw the golden sword. With one strike, the weapons in their hands that were not even in the third grade could be cut into pieces with just one sword strike.

"What are you afraid of? He will no longer be Hong Kui if he takes the Soul Seizer?" Several people separated with sneers, and the cold-faced monk stood up.

"Jiushen!"

The enemy was extremely jealous when they met. This cold-faced monk was Hong Kui's mortal enemy. He was responsible for half of Hong Kui's miserable situation in the black market.

Jiu Shen, who was in the later stage of foundation building, was two levels higher than Hong Kui. He also figured out Hong Kui's weakness of being unassertive. He had taken advantage of Hong Kui for so many years. Now that Hong Kui appeared, he wanted to kill him directly.

"Hong Kui, hand over the soul-stealing sword in your hand, or kill you first and then snatch the soul-stealing sword away. You choose one."

"You are dreaming, I will kill you first today!"

Hong Kui was so angry that he fainted and slashed Jiu Shen with the golden sword edge.

"Extremely weak." Jiu Shen dodged the edge of the sword and stretched out his hand to shoot out a stream of spiritual energy. However, with his free hand, he pulled out the weapon from his waist and stabbed the empty door on his waist.

Hong Kui was blocked by the spiritual energy and was thrown into disarray. The advantage he had gained was instantly reversed. He only had the soul-stealing sword, a powerful murderous weapon, but he had no time to take advantage of the victory and fell behind.

"It's really blind."

Hong Kui's performance made Qin Long, who was secretly observing, hold his forehead. Is this the level of a monk in the foundation-building period? How could old man Hong Li have been operating in the black market for so long with such a descendant?

This can't be blamed on Hong Li. The old man has three grandchildren alone, more than he can count, and Hong Kui happens to be the worst among them.

"Just in time to try out the power of the newly learned Wuyue Palm."

Hong Kui hasn't found a reason yet, so he can't die yet. Several threads of spiritual energy are wrapped around the monk's body.

"Um?"

Jiu Shen suddenly felt being pulled, which was a little strange. He lowered his head and saw that his wrist was tightly entangled with khaki silk thread, and his hands stopped in the air uncontrollably.

Hong Kui had no idea that he had walked through the door of hell. He didn't even notice anything strange about Jiu Shen.

As a member of the Hong family, he naturally learned some swordsmanship. He slashed the air with his sword and quickly twisted his body and drew the soul-stealing sword towards Jiu Shen.

"Why are you using such good sword moves so awkwardly?" Qin Long sighed secretly when he saw Hong Li's performance.

The swordsmanship is light and smooth. The main point is stabbing and picking, and he uses body skills in conjunction with sword moves to attack the enemy's weak points. Hong Kui uses it to chop around like a sword, and the power is reduced by at least half.

If it weren't for the soul-stealing weapon created by Huang Jingtie, the other party wouldn't dare to challenge it, and they would lose in the first move of the fight.

Jiu Shen was trapped in the mountain and restrained, unable to move. The weapon in his hand was cut off by the soul-stealing clang, and a bloodstain appeared on his chest. The sword blade only scratched and injured him.

After Cuoshanyue withdrew, Jiu Shen hurriedly backed away while covering his bleeding wound. His eyes were full of shock when he looked at Hong Kui, and the monks in Tong Chuang also looked at each other.

Unlike Jiu Shen, they did not notice that the earth-colored silk threads of the trapped mountains blended into the night, but Jiu Shen's behavior of stopping even though he had succeeded made them strange.

"Brother Shen, we've already knocked on your door, why do you still want to show mercy?" ωωw.

"I didn't. There was a ghost in that kid. I had already attacked him just now, but my hands and feet were entangled in silk threads and I couldn't move!"

Those monks knew that Jiu Shen would not lie, but looking at Hong Kui who looked triumphant and stupid, they still didn't believe it. It was impossible. When did the waste of the Hong family become so powerful?

"I won? I actually beat Jiu Shen?"

Overwhelming joy rushed into Hong Kui's mind, and his trembling palms used a lot of strength to squeeze the soul tightly. This was Hong Kui's first victory in a head-on confrontation.

Although I used to have evil servants to oppress people in the black market, the feeling was far from what it feels like now.

"Sure enough, my guess is correct. Those who bully me are relying on their higher level. They can even the gap with the soul-stealing sword. Jiu Shen is the best example. As long as there is the soul-stealing sword, those who

Wenhuo monk can only be a corpse!"

Hong Kui deepened his self-hypnosis, and a confident smile appeared on his face, but he didn't know that there was another word to describe this blind confidence, ignorance.

"Jiushen, now you know how powerful I am? And you guys, do you remember how you bullied me before? Kneel down and apologize to me immediately, or I will kill you with one sword!"

Seeing that Jiu Shen was injured, those monks did not dare to take action casually.

They didn't take action, but Hong Kui was in high spirits. How could he bear it when faced with the monks who had bullied him for many years?

However, this time Qin Long did not use the mountains to trap him. The monks were a little embarrassed to dodge, but they were not in danger of their lives.

"Hong Kui, don't think that you are invincible because you have the soul-stealing sword. Wait until the masters of the Wenhuo Realm arrive and see how you die!"

"So what if he is in the Wenhuo Realm? Let him come, and I will turn him into a dead soul under the sword."

Once he won, Hong Kui looked like a villain again and looked at the monk in front of him and said arrogantly.

"Things that don't overestimate their own capabilities."

Wenhuo realm spiritual energy rushed from behind instantly, and a fat figure instantly appeared in front of Chen's house.

"Here comes the main event!"

Qin Long, who was hiding in the dark, cheered up and realized that he had made so many preparations for this moment.

Let Hong Kui build blind confidence with the soul-stealing sword, and then use other people's hands to beat him to pieces. After he has learned the strength of Wenhuo Realm, he will save Hong Kui himself. He should respect him as a god.

Fat Taoist is one of Luo Yutian's subordinates. His cultivation is all fat. In the world of cultivation, only a relatively small number of people practice and inherit the Five Elements Kung Fu.

Most of them are casual practitioners like Taoist Xiang Pang. They practice non-inherited techniques that were later developed. Although they are wonderful, they are not systematic, and the power of the techniques varies.

Hearing the arrogant words of Hong Kui, a little foundation-building monk, and without waiting for Hong Kui's reaction, the fat Taoist suddenly slapped his hands at Hong Kui. The speed was so fast that a piece of fleshy wing was pulled out of his arms.

"This is not okay."

The fat Taoist obviously wanted to slap Hong Kui to death, but Qin Long just wanted him to learn a lesson and didn't want to let him die. He wrapped the khaki silk thread around Hong Kui's feet and pulled, and took half a step back just to avoid the fat Taoist.

palm of hand.

"Pah! Pah!"
Chapter completed!