Alchemy & Martial Supreme

Cangyu looked down, clenching his fists tightly.

Although Qin Ming became a half-step martial arts god, he was very happy for it, but now the battle between the two of them, Qin Ming clearly fell below, making him worried.

Every time Qin Ming's body was pierced, it was like a piercing on his body.

"I know Yun Xiatian and I have fought with her."

"From the look in her eyes, she is not Yun Xiatian at all."

"Although the body is still the same, the soul seems to have been replaced."

Cang Yu said solemnly, he is Emperor Dan, and he has a keen sense of breath.

I really want to help Qin Ming, but he is just a martial artist who has just been promoted to the strongest martial artist, and he is not Yun Xiatian's enemy at all.

Maybe Yun Xiatian let out a little aura at will, and he can be wiped out.

Maybe Yun Xiatian stood there and let him attack, he couldn't hurt her.

The two of them are really too strong now, and they are not at the same level at all.

Dark Wind confronted his hands and said, "Everyone, hide your breath, don't be discovered by the devil below."

Seeing this battle, everyone had been concentrating long ago, and now they heard the words of the dark wind, they even ignored the atmosphere.

Most of the disciples of Huayu Sect had tears in their eyes.

Seeing Qin Ming being pierced again and again, it was like stabbing in their hearts.

...

Below, the Holy Spirit is holding a long sword, floating in the void, looking at Qin Ming on the opposite side, and slowly saying, "Your body is really strong."

"I really want to dig through all the secrets in you."

"Oh..."

The answer to him was Qin Ming's long howl up to the sky, with wounds all over his body, his wings shook suddenly, and his body was like lightning, rushing towards the holy god.

His injuries are too late to recover.

The body's resilience is weakening.

"Humph." The holy **** snorted coldly, and the long sword emptied Qin Ming's throat, stabbing forward fiercely.

At the same time as the stab, the attack of the Holy Spirit changed its direction and hit Qin Ming's chest, then quickly withdrew, and hurried back.

"Oh..."

Qin Ming yelled happily.

"Huhu..."

With every blow, the Holy Spirit used all his strength.

He pretended to attack his throat and forced Qin Ming to defend, and then spared no effort to pierce his chest, and flee away from the hit, without giving Qin Ming a chance to fight back.

"Sure enough, your body's resilience is getting worse and worse."

Seeing the blow he had just pierced, Qin Ming couldn't heal quickly, blood shed all over the place, and the Holy God smiled.

If it continues, even if it is exhausted, he can consume Qin Ming to death.

Qin Ming's blood flowed clean, and all his strength would disappear. Wasn't he letting him kill at that time?

"Oh..."

With a murderous roar, Qin Ming's wings flew, and his savage face continued to dive toward the holy god.

"A beast is a beast. Without wisdom, what is the use of strong power?"

The holy god’s face was full of contempt, so those who used the trick again used that trick.

"Boo!"

The long sword pierced his chest, and the Holy Spirit quickly escaped after a blow.

"Didi..."

Qin Ming, who was suspended in the air, received this blow and his body began to shake without roaring.

"No way?"

Seeing the frail Qin Ming, the Holy Spirit felt relieved.

He has killed a lot of fierce beasts, before this kind of beasts exhausted, it was this kind of performance.

"It's not easy, this is the hardest half-step martial arts I have ever killed."

The Holy Spirit looked at Qin Ming from a distance, and waited for the harvest.

The blood was dripping drop by drop, and Qin Ming, who was suspended in the air, had already run out of oil and the lamp had dried up.