"You..." Fenglang turned the corner and ignored his happiness. He stared at Qin Dong with his eyes wide open, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't because of the shock in his heart at this time. It is already difficult to describe in words.
Qin Dong waved his hand gently to signal Feng Lang to stop talking. He reached out to remove the flying knife inserted into his shoulder, and at the same time sealed his acupuncture points with his fingers to stop the blood surge.
"You... who are you?" Han Shizhao looked frightened. If the finger that Qin Dong pointed out just now was aimed not at his palm but at his heart, he would become a corpse at this time. The cultivation level shown by Qin Dong made Han Shizhao believe that Qin Dong's cultivation level was far higher than his, but he racked his brains and couldn't think of anyone with higher cultivation level than him on the Xiran Continent. Among them, there is a person like Qin Dong.
"Is this flying knife yours?" Qin Dong did not answer his question, but played with the flying knife and asked calmly.
"It's... it's mine." Han Shizhao felt a little guilty. [
"Okay, I'll give it back to you!" Qin Dong said, flicking his wrist suddenly, and the flying knife immediately turned into a silver lightning and shot straight towards Han Shizhao's right shoulder blade.
Han Shizhao's heart was shaken, and he realized that something was wrong. He quickly gathered 100% of his cultivation base and used a sudden and shocking palm force to shoot down the flying knife.
Han Shizhao underestimated Qin Dong and even more underestimated himself. His palm was as fragile as a blank sheet of paper to the flying knives. Han Shizhao's palm force had just been deployed when a flying knife that looked like a stream of light passed through him. Han Shizhao didn't even have time to retract his palm, and the flying knife made a hissing sound and pierced deeply into his shoulder blade.
The knife that Han Shizhao shot at Feng Lang only penetrated Feng Lang's flesh and did not damage the bones, but Qin Dong's knife was at least ten times more powerful than his. The power of chaos carried by the flying knife suddenly exploded the moment it penetrated Han Shizhao's shoulder blade. It was like a grenade, exploding from Han Shizhao's body, and with a bang, Han Shizhao's entire shoulder blade was completely shattered.
Such severe pain was definitely not something ordinary people could bear. Han Shizhao only had time to let out a cry of pain before he passed out.
Long Quan and Feng Lang, you look at me and I look at you. They both suspected that what Qin Dong shot was not a flying knife at all, but a grenade!
"You... Where did you come from?" A fifth-level monk was instantly destroyed by Qin Dong. This was also a huge loss to Sun Yao Pavilion. Richen had never thought that such a situation would happen, and he was stunned.
Qin Dong did not rush to pay attention to him, but turned to Feng Lang and smiled and said, "Brother Feng, since Sun Yao Pavilion is here for my pet, let me handle this matter."
After seeing Qin Dong's methods, Feng Lang realized that he was ignorant of Taishan and had used a big knife in front of Guan Gong. If I had known that Qin Dong had such magical powers, there would be no need for him to jump out and take care of things.
Hearing Qin Dong's question, he nodded hastily and said with a wry smile, "Brother, please."