"Turning Jianghou sounds like a title that hits the streets."
Qin Lang deliberately despised this Turning Jiang Hou, although he said so in his mouth, but in his heart he knew that this Turning River Hou might be one of the few peerless powerhouses he had encountered so far, and Qin Lang did not have a spectrum in his heart about how strong the princes of the Huangquan World were.
But Qin Lang's invincible martial god path has been completed, no matter how strong the opponent is, Qin Lang will not retreat.
The two hands of the Jiang Hou were pressed down one after the other, and Qin Lang dealt with the Kunpeng Qiankun Transformation as usual, but he found that his Kunpeng Qiankun Transformation Method was confined to one space, and no matter how it moved, it could not escape the scope of the big hand of the Jiang Hou.
"The Nether Monk is suppressed by the Qiankun Palm of this seat, you don't think you can turn over the Qiankun Palm of this seat, that can envelop Qiankun" Zhuanjiang Hou said triumphantly, it seems that these two palms can suppress Qin Lang to pieces.
"Qiankun Palm, then try the true power of my Kunpeng Qiankun Transformation" Qin Lang sneered, and his body unfolded again, like a big peng, rushing towards the area covered by the big palm of the Jianghou Palm, looking as if he had taken the initiative to hit a wall.
However, how could Qin Lang kill himself, when others were like Kunpeng, he immediately sensed the fluctuations of the spatial law in the enveloping range of Hou Qiankun's palm.
The method that can imprison Qin Lang is nothing more than the existence of the law of space, the law of space in the Huangquan world is naturally more solid than the law of space in the earth world and the world of China Qin Lang has already comprehended the laws of space, time, and even the origin power of the Huangquan World from Jianmu, although this Jiang Hou can use the laws of heaven and earth in the Huangquan World with his shot, but if he wants to trap Qin Lang with this hand, it is a fool's dream What's more, Kunpeng is a fierce beast born in chaos, and his innate comprehension of the laws of space is unmatched, and the reason why Kunpeng changes wonderfully and at an astonishing speed is because it can simply ignore the existence of the laws of space.
"Broken" When Qin Lang bumped into the space prison formed by the Marquis of Turning Jiang with his Qiankun palm, he directly broke the opponent's space prison with both hands, just like Kunpeng flapping its wings, one wing is 90,000 miles, and any spatial law and any imprisonment are useless The space prison that Turning Jiang Hou made was broken in response, and after Qin Lang broke out of the enveloping range of Qiankun's palm, he dodged and arrived in front of Turning Jiang Hou, and then directly slammed his fist into Turning Jiang Hou's face.
"Er Dare" Turning Jiang Hou roared angrily, it didn't have time to withdraw its palm, but a ball of flame erupted from its mouth, which directly swept Qin Lang.
This is the netherworld fire of the Huangquan world, and it can be regarded as one of the fires of heaven and earth, the difference is that this netherworld fire is specially designed to burn people's souls, once it is contaminated, the soul is burned, then the future of the monk will be greatly affected, after all, the soul is mutilated, and its realm cultivation will inevitably have an impact, so no one wants to be contaminated by this netherworld fire, even if it is a monk who is more powerful than the Jianghou Hou, in the face of this netherworld fire, he must temporarily avoid the edge.
However, Qin Lang is obviously a freak, in the face of the Netherfire, Qin Lang did not retreat but advanced, and directly plunged into this Netherfire at once, at this time something strange happened, this Netherworld Fire not only did not swallow Qin Lang, but was swallowed by Qin Lang, and Qin Lang punched at this Jianghou, and there was an alternative almost colorless flame on his fist Qin Lang's fist slammed into Jiang Hou's face, although this was only one of its clones, the power of this punch must have been transmitted to his body, because his face was already distorted by pain.
Although Qin Lang is a martial arts cultivator, his martial arts have begun to enter the mysterious realm of the martial god, so the power released by this punch has begun to have a power comparable to that of a god, so this punch is not so easy to accept, not to mention that Qin Lang's fist still carries a nameless karmic fire.
Although the Hou of the Turning River is also an expert in playing with fire, it is obvious that Qin Lang is more professional in this regard, and Qin Lang's nameless karmic fire is also much stronger than the Netherfire of the Hou of the Turning River, and this Netherfire has just become the nourishment of Qin Lang's nameless karmic fire.
Bang The power of this punch exploded directly on the face of the Marquis of Turning Jiang, and his doppelganger directly exploded half of his face, which was already regarded as naked blasphemy and provocation, this Turning Jianghou is also a prince of the Huangquan world, and he can be described as a high authority in this land, even if it is a monk from those powerful worlds, if he enters here, he has to give him some face, but this kid actually smashed half of his face, this is indeed a slap in the face.
"The boy offended the majesty of this seat, you are killing yourself" The clone of the Turning Jiang Hou roared, its strength continued to increase, and the shadow of the clone began to become solid, which meant that his body had blessed his clone with more power.
"Why, is that all you have is this" Qin Lang sneered, "If your body doesn't come here, it can only be self-inflicted."
"Even if the body of this seat is not here, it is enough to suppress you" Turning Jiang Hou's clone roared, and the two palms continued to fly, leaving palm shadows one by one in the surrounding space, and these palm shadows were the powerful power of the carrier, not just a simple phantom.
One by one, the shadows of the ground palms, in the end, stood like stone tablets one by one, standing around Qin Lang's body, forming a formation, completely trapping Qin Lang in it.
"This is the subtlety of this Qiankun palm" The Marquis of Turning Jiang roared, and these countless palm shadows rolled around Qin Lang's body, and sure enough, there was the subtlety of the formation, not only trapping Qin Lang in it, but also getting stronger and stronger, as if it was going to crush Qin Lang.
Bang bang Qin Lang was unmoved, as if he had taken root, his expression seemed to be disdainful of this palm shadow in the sky, but his heart was extremely cautious, because Qin Lang was in a state of tranquility, so all the dynamic changes around him were under his control, until this palm print in the sky was crushed, Qin Lang suddenly made a move, each palm hit the key point of the other party, and the formation of Jiang Hou couldn't help but stagnate.
"Broken" Qin Lang is like a carnivorous fish still in the water, sensing the change of the current, he can immediately detect the prey's every move, and then peek into the most suitable opportunity.
Qin Lang's technique of movement and stillness is to ensure that before making a move, he can sense any subtle changes in the opponent in a state of silence, so as to make a targeted shot.
As soon as Qin Lang made a move, he hit the opponent's weakness, so he easily blocked the operation of the formation of the Hou of the Turning River, and at the moment when the formation was stagnant, Qin Lang had already broken out of the siege, appeared in front of the Hou of the Turning River again, and blasted over with another punch: