"laugh!"

Qin Long twisted the shadow blade and smashed all the organs and bones under the blade. After making sure that the monk was completely dead, he kicked him away and then turned the blade to kill elsewhere.

"What a fast movement, what a powerful weapon!"

In an instant, one of the fighting teammates was missing. After seeing this situation, the monks were not afraid, but there was a light of desire in their eyes.

"Magic weapon, the dagger in that boy's hand is a magic weapon!"

It can easily cut off third-level weapons, and break through the defense of spiritual energy in a moment. Apart from magic weapons, what other weapons can do this.

"Come together, kill that boy and take the dagger!" Several people looked at each other and read the same thought in each other's eyes.

Under the amazing temptation of the magic weapon, the four long swords were handed to Qin Long at the same time. Knowing that there were tigers in the mountains, they preferred to go to the tiger mountains. It was not that they did not understand the power of the tigers, but they could get greater benefits after killing the tigers.

So you have to take risks even if you risk your life.

"kill!"

The long swords intertwined, attracting a bright sword light. They could be bribed by Qin Fangyang. They were all masters who wanted money rather than their lives. They did not take any precautions when they attacked with all their strength. They all wanted to kill Qin Long first and kill Qin Long first.

Keep the magic weapon as your own.

"Little dragon is in danger!"

Qin Wang, who was hiding behind and waiting for an opportunity to attack, became extremely anxious when he saw this scene. In his opinion, the reason why his son won just now was all because of the ability of the Shadow Blade.

He knew nothing about that dagger. It was a divine weapon in the hands of those who could use the Transformation Technique, but in the hands of ordinary cultivators, it might not even be as good as a magic weapon. His son was not a member of the Shadow Killing Sect, so how could he use it to beat him?

Four?

"I'm here to help you!"

He couldn't watch his son being killed. Qin Fangyang could put it aside and help his son deal with these miscellaneous fish first.

Although he said he wanted to help his son, Qin Guan did not rush forward impetuously, as he could easily lose the first move. Instead, he pretended to seek revenge on Qin Fangyang, and went around the cultivators when he was avoiding him.

He happened to see a monk who was about to sneak attack Qin Long. Two fire dragons instantly spurted out from his palms and swept the entire arm of the monk who was sneaking up on Qin Long.

"ah..."

The burning of the spiritual fire was extraordinary, and the monk screamed in pain, desperately beating his arms in an attempt to extinguish the flames.

But his actions were undoubtedly in vain. The next second, the shadow blade in Qin Long's hand swept out and crossed the opponent's throat. The blood sprayed out became even more red and conspicuous against the flames.

"Damn it, we can't let him kill those monks." Qin Fangyang didn't care about continuing to adjust the spiritual energy, and hurriedly stopped in front of the monks to block the subsequent attacks and divert them away.

He bought this group of people with money. Loyalty does not exist at all. It is fine when bullying the few with more people. But when meeting a master like Qin Guan, if a few are killed, the situation will be in chaos.

"Father's understanding is not bad." Qin Long chuckled in his heart after succeeding. Qin Guan's shot was just right and successfully attracted Qin Fangyang's attention. Although he lost the opportunity to sneak attack the old thief, he still achieved his goal in the end.

The further attrition did not affect the fighting spirit of the remaining few people. After Qin Guan was led away, the pressure on the few people dropped sharply, and they once again surrounded him with evil smiles.

"Hehe, boy, do you think you can be invincible with just one magic weapon? You don't even look at your own level. Can you use this magic weapon if you give it to you? Without your father, let's see where you can hide. Let's destroy it first.

His arm." The man in white robes among the three sword-wielding monks shouted arrogantly.

The cold light struck, and three sword lights immediately blocked Qin Long's arms and throat. As long as he took one step further, he would be killed by the sword. However, Qin Long, who was holding the shadow blade, showed no fear and aimed at the white man who was closest to him.

The robed monk rushed over.

"Haha, you are really looking for death!" The monk laughed wildly, and thrust the long sword forward to stab Qin Long's throat.

How could Qin Long let him succeed? The shadow blade swung horizontally towards the opponent's sword. With a clang, the third-level long sword split into two and swung sideways without losing its force.

The white-robed monk had long expected this outcome. He suddenly took a step forward and stabbed Qin Long's throat with the broken sword in his hand.

As we all know, close combat is no better than fighting with spirit energy. There is a certain pause between each move. Although with the help of spirit energy, the time it takes for the monks to change their moves is almost negligible, the pause between each move still exists. This kind of

Pause has a more understandable term called stiffness, and the white-robed monk took advantage of this insignificant moment of stiffness.

The magic weapons in Qin Long's hands were too sharp. The long swords they used were only of the third level and were vulnerable to the magic weapons. This was the reason why several people did not dare to fight with him alone.

The white-robed monk's observation was more keen. He saw that Qin Long seemed to have just obtained this magic weapon not long ago, and he was very unfamiliar with using it. He would use all his strength every time he used the sword, which gave him a chance.

After the shadow blade cut off the long sword, its power remained unabated, and Qin Long would also enter the freezing period of changing his moves. However, at this time, the white-robed monk unexpectedly got the opportunity to change his moves because of his poor weapon.

"Die!" the white-robed monk shouted.

He said proudly in his heart, what's the use of having a magic weapon? Fighting relies on experience and brains. If you only have magic weapons and can't show your strength, you really deserve to die.

Just when he was about to feel the wonderful touch of the sword blade tearing the opponent's throat into pieces, Qin Long flashed and swung the dagger towards him without any pause.

"What? How can his movements be so fast!" The white-robed monk was startled, wondering why Qin Long could change his moves so quickly.

At the same time, he, who had experienced many battles, threw out the broken sword in his hand, and the rotating blade went straight to Qin Long's face. He stamped his feet on the ground and hid behind.

This move is insidious and tricky. Face is one of the weaknesses of a cultivator. He has to block the flying sword attack, but if he blocks it, Qin Long will inevitably face another change of move and lose precious offensive opportunities.

"Ding dong!"

The broken sword was bounced away by the horizontal shadow blade. The white-robed monk suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and thought he was safe. However, a black shadow appeared above his head.

Qin Long jumped over his head at some point and struck out with his sword without any pause.

"This is impossible! What kind of sword technique is this!" The white-robed monk's soul was exclaiming. He had never seen such a sharp sword move, and even if there was one, it could never be used by a monk of Qin Long's level.

"Come and help me!" the white-robed monk screamed, but before the two people behind him could help him, the shadow blade chopped off his head.

With three consecutive strikes, the white-robed monk turned into two slices of flesh in an instant.

The two green-robed monks behind him were also under great pressure. The white-robed monks were the main attackers. They were responsible for cutting off Qin Long's arms, but somehow, as soon as the sword was thrust out, Qin Long's body turned into bright flames.

The long sword could only pass through the flames in vain and could not harm Qin Long at all. When he came back to his senses, Baipao was already dead.

"The sparks are misty!"

Just when the two men turned their swords around and attacked Qin Long again, the flaming figure beside them jumped suddenly, and the dark dagger had already penetrated the body of a green-robed monk.

"Help, help me..." The green-robed monk vomited blood and wailed in pain to his colleagues.

However, another monk had already been scared out of his wits by Qin Long's strange skills. He turned around and rushed down the mountain without caring about the life and death of his colleagues.

"Want to leave?"

Qin Long, who had killed three people in a row, had blood-red eyes and shouted violently, and the hard ground in front of the hall suddenly burst into spider web-like cracks.

"Cunxing."

The fleeing monk only felt that he was hit by a strong force, and was knocked up amidst the severe pain in his internal organs. He even vaguely saw his waist, abdomen and legs that were left on the ground.

Wow...

The messy organs and blood were scattered in the sky, and it seemed like a small shower had fallen in front of the hall, but the composition of the rain was really shocking.

"Gulu."

The remaining five monks at the peak of foundation building swallowed hard when they saw this scene. Their previous dissatisfaction with being unable to compete for the magic weapon had long since disappeared without a trace. They quietly retreated step by step. The masters of Wenhuo Realm were all dead.

If they don't run away, what are they waiting for?

"Stop! Do I let you go?"

Following Qin Long's cold shout, the five of them froze in place, trembling, "Sir, sir, we are just using money to do things, please let us live!"

"That's good!" Qin Long stared at the five people opposite him with an unkind look on his face, pressing closer and closer. "Then when we were in the hall, did you ever think about letting me live?"

"My lord, please forgive me, my lord, please forgive me!"

Qin Long's body was covered in blood and he felt so oppressive that the five peak foundation-building masters were so frightened that they knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly, hoping that Qin Long would not kill them.

Somehow, this humble scene of seeking survival actually brought an unparalleled sense of pleasure to Qin Long. This feeling of having other people's lives in his hands made Qin Long enjoy it very much.

His heart beat faster, and his blood-red eyes gradually took on another strange color. A sinister smile appeared in Qin Long's eyes, and he walked towards the five monks opposite him with a smile on his face. He wanted to use the blood of these five people to calm his own pain.

anger.

Qin Fangyang was in a very embarrassing state at the moment. The rampaging human soul could not be completely calmed down. He could only use half of his strength during the fight and was completely suppressed in front of the experienced Qin Guan.

"Damn it! Why haven't those patrolling monks arrived yet?"

He worked hard just to wait for these monks. Unlike Qin Long's guess, he did not only have a dozen monks in the Wenhuo Realm.

For his own safety, Qin Fangyang not only built a mountain-protecting formation, but also spent a lot of money to buy thirty masters of the Wenhuo Realm. Those who patrolled the mountain were all at the peak of foundation building, and the total number reached an exaggerated number of more than a hundred. These people let go

In any sect in Shiyu City, it is a subversive force.

Thirty Wenhuo monks are enough to drag a martial fire master to death.

However, these people obviously will not use their lives to stop Qin Guan's attack, but with the help of these people, Qin Fangyang can exert his maximum combat power and turn this place into the burial place of Qin Guan and his son, and even use this to make Qin Guan's father and son buried.

His own skills have taken a further step.

"What kind of technique does this little bastard practice? It can actually block my meridians. Fortunately, I have strong spiritual energy, otherwise I would really fall into this little bastard's trap." He struggled to suppress the human soul's rampage.

Not daring to confront Qin Guan head-on, Qin Fangyang could only run around the main hall, but the strange thing was that he could leave this place more easily, but he would rather stay around the main hall than entangle with Qin Guan.

Qin Fangyang, who was about to regain his strength, was even in the mood to take a look at the battle situation on Qin Long's side.

This sight almost frightened him out of his wits. Under the light of the torch, Qin Long, dressed in red, was slashing at the last five monks with his shadow blade. And the five fire masters he hired with a lot of money all became

became corpses on the ground, especially the one who was cut in half

The death of the green-robed monk was simply horrifying. After being cut in half, he did not die on the spot. During his struggle, a long trail of blood was dragged out, extending all the way down the mountain. Qin Fangyang never dreamed that five monks of the same realm would actually die.
Chapter completed!