Alchemy & Martial Supreme

"Rapid Dragon Zetsu!"

Moving to the side of the Holy Lord, Qin Ming punched out his fist in the air, and a red aura dragon flew out, roaring and rushing towards the Holy Lord who was standing still.

Through the mask, the Holy Master just stared at the charging dragon indifferently, with no panic on his face, and his hand firmly grasped the handle of the knife.

The big red dragon came to the Holy Lord with a ferocious face and a fierce aura. It was about to hit him with the next breath, as if it was going to tear him into pieces.

"Wow..."

The knife in his hand was raised and put down, and the big red dragon that was roaring just now disappeared into the air.

It's like he has never appeared in this world.

"There are very few warriors who use boxing. Warriors who reach your level with boxing are rare even in ancient times."

The Holy Master inserted the knife into the ground and walked to Qin Ming slowly, empty-handed, as if taking a walk.

"Since you are so dignified, I will use the method you are good at to defeat you and kill you!"

"I will trample your dignity under my feet and let you know that your so-called dignity is worthless."

After speaking, the Holy Lord raised his fist and his sleeves slipped down, revealing his dry hand bones.

Without flesh and blood, his fist looked thin and disgusting.

But even if he gave up his best weapon and used his fists to deal with himself, Qin Ming's heart was still heavy and he didn't relax at all.

"No matter what method he uses, he seems to be no match for him. It seems he has no choice but to escape."

There is no shame in being unable to escape. All he needs to do is wait until he reaches the peak of Emperor Martial and come back to avenge his previous shame.

Seeing that Qin Ming seemed to be frightened by his own sword, the fighting spirit in his heart retreated, and his eyes were not as firm as before, but scanned the surroundings from time to time. The Holy Master seemed to understand Qin Ming's thoughts.

"Want to escape?"

"You can't escape!"

"People locked by my aura have never managed to escape."

explain

At the end, the Holy Master's body was like lightning, flying straight towards Qin Ming. He arrived in an instant and punched Qin Ming in the chest.

"This speed..."

Looking at the flying Holy Lord, Qin Ming was horrified and completely gave up the idea of ​​​​escape.

His speed is too fast and is not at the same level as mine. Wanting to run is just wishful thinking.

The Holy Lord completely crushed him in terms of speed and strength.

Since he couldn't escape, Qin Ming gave up all other thoughts and focused on the battle.

Clenching his fist tightly, he also raised his fist and followed the punch coming from the Holy Lord and struck away.

This may be an opportunity. The Holy Lord does not wear gloves on his hands, but he has the help of the divine weapon gloves. If he can break his bones with one blow, it may be possible to turn defeat into victory.

"Click..."

The sound of broken bones came from where the two of them were fighting, and then, Qin Ming flew upside down.

"How can it be?"

Qin Ming fell to the ground and hurriedly took out a perfect heart-replenishing pill from the space ring and swallowed it. His hand was broken...

"How could your hands be harder than a divine weapon?" Qin Ming exclaimed with disbelief. The glove on his hand was not only a divine weapon, but also the finest among the divine weapons.

But the Holy Lord was fighting the artifact with his body, and actually broke his fist into pieces.

"Nothing is impossible. How can a mortal understand the power of divine blood." Seeing the horrified look on Qin Ming's face, the Holy Master laughed arrogantly.

"Even if you become the Martial Emperor, your physical strength will never be able to catch up with mine."

"Do you know why I don't have flesh and blood?"

"I have integrated my flesh and blood into my bones, and after countless forgings, I have become what I am today.

The body is still strong. "

"Except for the God of War, no one in this world can be my opponent."

"If it weren't for the Holy Spirit's mission, do you think you'd be qualified for me to take action personally?"

"There will never be anyone in this world who can rival me."

"Forging the body to be harder than the divine weapon?" Qin Ming murmured to himself. With such a hard body, even if he becomes the peak Martial Emperor, he cannot be his opponent.

"Bloodline!"

"The thing that brought all this must be his blood."

"If I become a Martial God, what bloodline will I awaken?"

Seeing the power of bloodline, Qin Ming yearned for it. Although he was not interested in the bloodline of the scorpion demon force, he had high hopes for his own transformed bloodline.

"It's impossible. I will never become a Martial God in this life."

Shaking his head, Qin Ming felt regretful and stared at the Holy Lord resolutely.

He had already planned to die with the Holy Lord.

I hope that the death of the Holy Lord will change the scorpion demon forces and stop seizing the resources of this world.

The Holy Master didn't know how many years he had lived, but when he saw Qin Ming's eyes, he guessed what he was thinking.

"Want to die together?"

"Are you worthy?"

"I just used 50% of my strength, and your bones were broken..."

"Too weak, too weak, really too weak."

"If you want to die together, you are not qualified."

"Hmph..." Qin Ming was not hit. The Holy Lord's contempt for him was a weakness that he could exploit.

With a tap of his toes, Qin Ming soared into the air, standing in the void, holding his hands tightly.

Taking a deep breath, he began to swing rapidly towards the sky.

"Rapid Dragon." "Racing Dragon."..."Racing Dragon

. "

In an instant, seven spiritual dragons flew out of his hands, circling in circles and flying in the air.

On the ground, the Holy Lord did not take the opportunity to attack, but watched this scene with interest.

"combine!"

Qin Ming pressed down with both hands, and the seven dragons merged into one, turning into a giant dragon covering the sky. With an overwhelming momentum, it rushed towards the Holy Lord on the ground.

The dragon's entire body was fiery red, as if burning, and its body was covered in silver-white armor, intertwined with fiery red aura.

It flew very fast and arrived in front of the Holy Lord in the blink of an eye.

Looking at the giant dragon flying over, although it looked extremely strong, he was extremely confident in his body. He raised his hand lightly, with a trace of Taoist charm wandering in it.

"boom……"

The thin fist made contact with the sky-covering dragon, and the bones without any flesh and blood were like a needle, piercing the dragon easily.

The Holy Lord stood on the spot safe and sound, not even a single corner of his clothes torn.

"Rapid Dragon Zetsu!"

The dragon was completely shattered, and Qin Ming's figure appeared. His purple fist exuded expanded spiritual energy, and with determination in his eyes, he struck the Holy Lord's head with an unstoppable blow.

There was nothing in Qin Ming's eyes, and all his mind was placed on the Holy Lord's head.

He did not believe that the Holy Lord's body was as hard as a divine weapon and had no weaknesses.

He had hit his body before, and it was as hard as a divine weapon. No matter how hard he tried, it was impossible to injure him.

After thinking about it, the Holy Lord's weakness is most likely in his head.

Although the seven-headed dragon merged into one, it was one of his strongest attacks, but with the holy master's body as hard as an artifact, it was obviously impossible to seriously injure him.

Qin Ming's attack was just for the eyes and ears, the real attack was himself!

Failure or failure.