Alchemy & Martial Supreme

Cangyu looked down and clenched his fists tightly.

Although Qin Ming became a half-step Martial God, he was very happy about it, but now in the battle between the two of them, Qin Ming clearly fell below, which made him worried.

Every time Qin Ming's body was pierced, it was like a thorn in his body.

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

"Judging from her eyes, she is not Yun Xiatian at all."

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

Cangyu said in a solemn tone, he is the Dan Emperor and has a very keen sense of breath.

He really wanted to go down and help Qin Ming, but he was just a warrior who had just advanced to become the most powerful Martial Saint, and was not Yun Xiatian's enemy at all.

Maybe if Yun Xiatian releases a little spiritual energy at will, he can be wiped out in ashes. ??

Maybe if Yun Xiatian stood there and let him attack, he wouldn't be able to hurt her.

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

An Feng said to his men, "Everyone, hide your aura and don't be discovered by the female devil below."

Seeing this battle, everyone had long been concentrating and holding their breath, and now that they heard An Feng's words, they didn't even care to release their breath.

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

Seeing Qin Ming being pierced again and again was like being stabbed in their hearts.

…

Below, the Holy God was holding a long sword, suspended in the void, looking at Qin Ming opposite, and said slowly, "You are so strong."

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

"Ouch..."

What answered him was Qin Ming's roar to the sky. With his body covered with injuries, his wings vibrated suddenly, and his body was like lightning, rushing towards the Holy God.

It was too late for him to recover from his injuries.

The body's resilience is waning.

"Hmph." The Holy God snorted coldly, pointed his long sword at Qin Ming's throat, and struck hard

Stab forward.

At the same time as it thrust out, the Holy Spirit's attack changed direction, hit Qin Ming's chest, and quickly pulled out, retreating hurriedly.

"Ouch..."

Qin Ming roared happily.

"Huhu..."

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

He pretended to attack the throat, forcing Qin Ming to defend, and then stabbed his chest without sparing any effort. He escaped far away after the hit, not giving Qin Ming a chance to counterattack.

"Sure enough, your physical recovery is getting worse and worse."

Seeing the blow that had just pierced Qin Ming, he could not heal quickly. Blood flowed all over the ground, and a smile appeared on the Holy God's face.

If he continues, even if he is wasted, he will be able to kill Qin Ming.

Qin Ming's blood flowed cleanly, and all his strength would disappear. Shouldn't he just let him kill him at that time?

"Ouch..."

With a roar full of murderous intent, Qin Ming's wings flew and he continued to swoop towards the Holy God with a ferocious face.

"Beasts are just beasts. Without wisdom, what's the use of being strong?"

The Holy Spirit's face was full of contempt, and he used the same trick again.

"Bang!"

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

"Didi..."

Qin Ming, who was suspended in the air, received this blow and his body began to shake, but he did not roar.

"Isn't it possible?"

Looking at Qin Ming who was so weak, the Holy Spirit felt at ease.

He has killed many ferocious monsters, and this is how they behave before they are exhausted.

"It's not easy. This is the most difficult half-step Martial God I have ever killed."

The Holy God looked at Qin Ming from a distance, waiting for the harvest.

Blood dripped drop by drop. Qin Ming, who was suspended in the air, had run out of oil and the lamp was dry. The momentum on his body was weakening little by little, like a candle that was about to burn out and might be extinguished at any time. Cangyu looked down and clenched his fists tightly.

Although Qin Ming became a half-step Martial God, he was very happy about it, but now in the battle between the two of them, Qin Ming clearly fell below, which made him worried.

Every time Qin Ming's body was pierced, it was like a thorn in his body.

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

"Judging from her eyes, she is not Yun Xiatian at all."

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

Cangyu said in a solemn tone, he is the Dan Emperor and has a very keen sense of breath.

He really wanted to go down and help Qin Ming, but he was just a warrior who had just advanced to become the most powerful Martial Saint, and was not Yun Xiatian's enemy at all.

Maybe if Yun Xiatian releases a little spiritual energy at will, he can be wiped out in ashes.

Maybe if Yun Xiatian stood there and let him attack, he wouldn't be able to hurt her.

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

An Feng said to his men, "Everyone, hide your aura and don't be discovered by the female devil below."

Seeing this battle, everyone had long been concentrating and holding their breath, and now that they heard An Feng's words, they didn't even care to release their breath.

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

Seeing Qin Ming being pierced again and again was like being stabbed in their hearts.

…

Below, the Holy God was holding a long sword, suspended in the void, looking at Qin Ming opposite, and said slowly, "You are so strong."

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

"Ouch..."

What answered him was Qin Ming's roar to the sky. With his body covered with injuries, his wings vibrated suddenly, and his body was like lightning, rushing towards the Holy God.

It was too late to recover from his injuries.

The body's resilience is waning.

"Hmph." The Holy God snorted coldly, pointed his long sword at Qin Ming's throat, and struck hard

Stab forward.

At the same time as it thrust out, the Holy Spirit's attack changed direction, hit Qin Ming's chest, and quickly pulled out, retreating hurriedly.

"Ouch..."

Qin Ming roared happily.

"Huhu..."

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

He pretended to attack the throat, forcing Qin Ming to defend, and then stabbed his chest without sparing any effort. He escaped far away after the hit, not giving Qin Ming a chance to counterattack.

"Sure enough, your physical recovery is getting worse and worse."

Seeing the blow that had just pierced Qin Ming, he could not heal quickly. Blood flowed all over the ground, and a smile appeared on the Holy God's face.

If he continues, even if he is wasted, he will be able to kill Qin Ming.

Qin Ming's blood flowed cleanly, and all his strength would disappear. Shouldn't he just let him kill him at that time?

"Ouch..."

With a roar full of murderous intent, Qin Ming's wings flew and he continued to swoop towards the Holy God with a ferocious face.

"Beasts are just beasts. Without wisdom, what's the use of being strong?"

The Holy Spirit's face was full of contempt, and he used the same trick again.

"Bang!"

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

"Didi..."

Qin Ming, who was suspended in the air, received this blow and his body began to shake, but he did not roar.

"Isn't it possible?"

Looking at Qin Ming who was so weak, the Holy Spirit felt at ease.

He has killed many ferocious monsters, and this is how they behave before they are exhausted.

"It's not easy. This is the most difficult half-step Martial God I have ever killed."

The Holy God looked at Qin Ming from a distance, waiting for the harvest.

Blood dripped drop by drop. Qin Ming, who was suspended in the air, had run out of oil and the lamp was dry. The momentum on his body was weakening little by little, like a candle that was about to burn out and might be extinguished at any time.