Alchemy & Martial Supreme

Qin Ming's punch hit the Holy Lord firmly, which surprised him.

After all, the Holy Master is the pinnacle of the Martial Emperor.

How could you not avoid his probing blow?

"Bang!"

The punch hit the Holy Lord's skeleton, but it was not knocked away as he expected.

Qin Ming's powerful and heavy punch only made the Holy Master stagger slightly.

"Is it just that much strength?"

Turning around unhurriedly, the Holy Master looked at Qin Ming, "With this little ability, you are so brazen that you want to defeat the Martial God by yourself?"

After hearing the sarcastic words of the Holy Master, Qin Ming realized that it was not that he couldn't hide, but that he didn't want to hide at all.

"How could you be so strong? How could it be possible?" Qin Ming's face turned ugly. He thought that there would be a gap between himself and Emperor Martial Peak, but he didn't expect that the gap would be so big.

Maybe, even if he tried his best, he still wouldn't be able to win.

"It's not that I am strong, but that you are too weak. You are just sitting in a well and watching the sky." The Holy Master shook his head, holding the knife, and struck at Qin Ming, who was close at hand.

He didn't see how serious he was, and he just struck out casually. The speed was incredible. But just as he took out the sword, the blade was in front of Qin Ming, and the sharp light of the sword shook his mind.

"Bah..."

Qin Ming uses fists, which are the fastest among all weapons.

Although the sword was very fast, he was always vigilant. When the Holy Master struck out, Qin Ming followed suit and blocked the strike first.

However, it didn't seem to have much power at all. It didn't use all its strength, and it directly knocked Qin Ming away and landed in the hole where Yun Xiatian fell.

"Ahem..." Lying on the ground, Qin Ming coughed violently, and blood flowed from his mouth as he coughed.

Although he blocked the blow just now, the power of the broadsword still injured him.