Alchemy & Martial Supreme

"Ahem..."

There was blood spitting out of his mouth, but Jiyue had a smile on his face. He knew he couldn't avoid the Holy Lord's move, so he didn't even try to dodge it.

All his attention was focused on this knife. Although his chest was penetrated, he was satisfied when he saw that this knife hit the right spot and completed the task.

"Still laughing?"

The Holy Lord was confused. Jiyue's chest was penetrated and he was seriously injured, but he could still laugh.

At the same time as Ji Leap hit, Jue Wuya's thin sword also stabbed the Holy Lord.

Seeing the thin sword stabbing into the chest from the back, the Holy Master turned his head, turned a full half circle, and struck out a punch as fast as lightning, towards Jue Wuya's chest.

"So fast!"

Jue Wuya clung to the sword tightly without letting go, and did not block the Holy Lord's fist.

"You didn't even hide."

The fist penetrated Jue Wuya's chest, and doubts arose in the Holy Master's heart.

Although his attack was fast, judging from Jue Wuya's figure just now, this Emperor Wu should be majoring in speed. Even if he couldn't dodge, he could still resist it with his arms. Why didn't he dodge.

Before he could figure it out, a huge sense of crisis enveloped his body, making him mentally shaken.

"Is this danger?" The Holy Lord was slightly startled. Ever since he completely fused with the blood of the Holy God, he had never felt any danger for many years.

No matter where it was, even the crater of a volcano, even the most dangerous place in the world, he could not sense any danger mentally.

This was the first time in countless years that I felt danger.

"No, hide!"

Although he didn't know where the danger came from, the Holy Master's first reaction was to hide.

Avoid the danger and see what else in this world can scare him.

I thought in my heart that when my feet hit the ground, my whole body would fly.

"Stop!"

Jiyue roared, his face was ferocious, his fierce eyes were firmly locked on the Holy Lord, and blue veins popped out on his face.

The chest that was penetrated by the Holy Lord was spurting out blood because he pressed the sword hard.

"Want to leave?"

In front of the Holy Lord, Jue Wuya was holding the thin sword firmly in his hand. His face was pale and weak due to excessive bleeding.

But the determination in his eyes, with the aura of dying together, showed no sign of weakness.

Only then did the Holy Master realize that he could not move.

He lowered his head and saw a sword thrust into his chest.

Because his body is made of bones, the swords and knives just fit into the gaps and are stuck firmly.

If he wanted to move, he had to take the sword away.

"You two are looking for death."

The Holy Lord yelled and punched Jue Wuya's chest again, trying to make him let go of his hands.

Facing this ferocious punch, Jue Wuya did not dodge. His hand was now firmly holding the hilt of the artifact sword. If he wanted to dodge, he had to let go.

But as soon as he lets go, the Holy Lord can move.

"Ahem..."

Coughing up blood from his mouth, Jue Wuya didn't let go of his hand.

The Holy Master was panicked. What he saw in Jue Wuya was determination to die. He wanted to make him let go, even if he wanted to kill him, it was impossible.

His head turned rapidly again, the Holy Master faced Jiyue, and struck Jiyue's chest with a quick punch.

"ah……"

Jiyue yelled, and the Holy Lord's punch not only did not let his hand loosen, but actually strengthened it.

"Death! Haha..."

With blood in his mouth, Jiyue laughed crazily.

"Ghostfire!"

In the distance, Qin Ming was watching the Holy Lord wholeheartedly, and the vertical eyes on his forehead had opened.

In his vertical eyes, there is a dark streak

The light shot out, with red light, towards the strange skeleton fixed in the center.

"What's this?"

Seemingly sensing the source of the danger, the Holy Master turned his head and saw the ghostly fire coming from Qin Ming.

On it, he saw the threat of death.

He wanted to hide, but the ray was already in front of him, making it impossible to dodge.

In his haste, he raised his arm to block the blow.

"Zizzi..."

The dark light penetrated directly through the dark red skeletal arm, and then shot through his chest.

Seeing that the light had hit the Holy Lord, Juewuya and Jiyue used the remaining strength in their bodies to quickly draw out their weapons and left the place.

"boom……"

The spiritual energy all over the Holy Lord exploded and soared into the sky.

Half of the body flew into the sky, and half of the body stayed on the ground.

Qin Ming's Youhuo cut him off at the waist.

"Qin Ming!"

The Holy Lord shouted sternly. He did not expect that Qin Ming, whom he had always despised, would actually cause him to be so seriously injured.

Such an injury cannot be cured unless it is a magical elixir.

But it took me who knows how many years for the magic elixir to be released.

Another one, the world will soon be unified by him, and then the world will enter a period of spiritual energy exhaustion.

It will take countless years for martial arts and alchemy to flourish again.

For countless years, he could only live with half of his body.

"Qin Ming, you are only a middle-stage Martial Emperor, how could you possibly hurt me?"

Until now, he has not figured out why Qin Ming could hurt him.

"There is a lot you don't know about this world."

On the ground, Qin Ming panted heavily and looked at the Holy Master with a smile on his face, "Don't think that knowing things about another world is great."

"Qin Ming, I'm going to tear you apart!"

The Holy Lord was furious

, he almost killed Qin Ming just now, he just fought with them in a playful manner, but he didn't expect that he almost died in their hands in the end.

Now he wants to attack with all his strength without leaving any further trouble.

And after learning this lesson, no matter who it is against, in future battles, he will either not take action or leave no room for action.

I won’t give others another chance to make a comeback.

"Qin Ming, go to hell!"

Although only half of his body is left, the Holy Lord is still full of confidence. He is the pinnacle of the Martial Emperor, has noble blood, and his body is comparable to a divine weapon.

Now that he knows Qin Ming's attacks, he will no longer be restricted by them.

Qin Ming's kind of attack would never hit him again.

It's just that Qin Ming, who was in the middle stage of Emperor Wu, is not his opponent yet!

Looking at the half skeleton flying towards him with murderous intent, Qin Ming chuckled, "You have no chance."

As soon as he finished speaking, the spiritual energy in his body surged towards the flames on the Holy Lord.

"Wow..."

Nourished by Qin Ming's spiritual energy, the flames burned crazily and directly engulfed the Holy Master's body.

"ah……"

In the flames, the Holy Master screamed, "Stop... I don't dare anymore. Qin Ming, please stop."

Qin Ming ignored the screaming Holy Master and increased the input of spiritual energy into the flames.

"Huhu..."

The flames burned more fiercely.

"I was wrong. Please, I don't dare anymore. As long as you let me go, the whole world will be yours. I am willing to be your servant..."

In the raging flames, the Holy Lord begged for mercy and fell from the sky, struggling in pain.

"go to hell!"

Qin Ming's eyes boiled with murderous intent without any wavering.

"Qin Ming, I am the servant of the Holy God. If you kill me, even if you become the God of War, you will die!"

Seeing that begging for mercy was useless, the Holy Master instead threatened.