787 The God of Fortune Has Come 5yr

Translator: Novel_SagaEditor: Novel_Saga

The short fatty shouted loudly and immediately rushed into the sky.
Qin Baoshan's sword changed its shape easily. It suddenly transformed into a mountain that hovered over the short fatty's head.
He wasn't one to make any superficial gestures. Right from the start, he had already put forward impressive and deadly attack!
The short fatty laughed thunderously. He suddenly sped to meet the flashing sword. When the sword struck down, he used his hands to ward it off! His palm and the sword clanged when they met.
After hundreds of strikes, Qin Baoshan had already taken dozens of steps back.
The short fatty laughed and said, "I won't play with you, go get my purple crystals!" He pushed his palm towards Qin Baoshan's chest. Qin Baoshan tried to avoid it by crazily waving his sword.
Unfortunately, his opponent's palm insidiously floated past Qin Baoshan's frantic defense. It struck his chest solidly.
Boom!
Qin Baoshan vomited a mouthful of fresh blood violently as he quickly retreated