Alchemy & Martial Supreme

A body-refining warrior and a powerful weapon in his hand, Qin Ming was in a dilemma for a while.

Passivity is not Qin Ming's character. Turning passivity into initiative is Qin Ming's style.

He turned around and flew towards the Holy Lord. Although the Holy Lord had refined his body, he was not very strong. The evil master was holding the evil dragon whip, so Qin Ming couldn't get close to him. Of course, he was picky.

"Ferocious Dragon Jue." Qin Ming gathered spiritual energy on his feet, dodged, escaped the evil master's long whip, and appeared behind the Holy Master.

The Holy Master was a body-refining warrior, and his movement skills were not fast, at least incomparable to Qin Ming's. He was immediately kicked again and flew towards the ground.

This time the Holy Master was fully focused, and Qin Ming's attack was blocked by his arm. Although his arm felt numb, at least it was not injured like the previous two times.

Qin Ming wanted to continue the pursuit, but Mr. Xie repeated his old plan, causing Qin Ming's attack to be interrupted.

"Damn it, this is no way." Qin Ming was annoyed in his heart. If it weren't for the evil master, killing this bullshit Holy Master would definitely take a matter of minutes.

"Bastard, bastard." The Holy Master's eyes were red and fire was about to burst out of his mouth.

This was the third time he was knocked out. The injury was not too serious, but it was extremely embarrassing.

When had he ever suffered such a loss, he suddenly felt that Qin Ming was treating him as a soft persimmon, and there was an unknown fire surging in his heart, wanting to tear Qin Ming into pieces.

"Why are you so fast?" Master Xie looked solemn. He initially thought it was just a coincidence, but repeated attacks made him understand that Qin Ming's speed was extraordinary.

Although the Holy Lord is not good at speed, he is not something that any casual warrior can hit.

Qin Ming's attacks never failed. Obviously, his speed was not comparable to that of the Holy Master.

Qin Ming did not answer Mr. Xie, thinking about what to do

Breaking.

He didn't want to drag it out. Who knew if these two people had sent someone to attack his family.

Master Xie was obviously impatient. Seeing that Qin Ming didn't speak to him, he immediately rushed towards Qin Ming.

Qin Ming's body flashed, and instead of entangled with Young Master Xie, he appeared behind the Holy Master and kicked him again.

"Ah!" The Holy Lord was kicked away and roared angrily. He felt that he had been insulted.

Qin Ming also figured it out at this moment. With these two people working together, he couldn't fight head-on. He could only defeat them one by one.

Although the injuries suffered by the Holy Lord were not serious every time he was attacked, if they accumulated too much, they could still kill him.

"Ah..." The Holy Lord was flying around in the air like this, looking really embarrassed.

Attack after attack also made the Holy Lord's arm completely unconscious.

"Damn it." Mr. Xie also saw Qin Ming's plan, but although his attack made Qin Ming jealous, his speed was not as fast as Qin Ming's, so he could only be led by Qin Ming.

"Ah!" The holy master's arm was numb and he was unable to parry Qin Ming's attack. He was kicked in the nose by Qin Ming on the spot, causing blood to fly everywhere.

The Holy Lord collapsed completely, he roared, and his whole body was filled with energy.

"Forbidden technique?" Qin Ming was surprised and quickly retreated.

"Ah, Qin Ming, you should die. You are proud enough to be able to force out my forbidden technique. I will cut you into pieces." The Holy Master used the forbidden technique, bursting with confidence and laughing wildly.

Qin Ming shook his head, wondering if the child had been stunned by the blow.

"Come on, why aren't you here? Aren't you very fast? Why aren't you attacking?" the Holy Lord shouted loudly.

"Why should I go there? Wouldn't it be better for me to collect the body after your forbidden technique is over?" Qin Ming said matter-of-factly. A body-refining warrior and a powerful weapon in his hand, Qin Ming was in a dilemma for a while.

Passivity is not Qin Ming's character. Turning passivity into initiative is Qin Ming's style.

He turned around and flew towards the Holy Lord. Although the Holy Lord had refined his body, he was not very strong. The evil master was holding the evil dragon whip, so Qin Ming couldn't get close to him. Of course, he was picky.

"Ferocious Dragon Jue." Qin Ming gathered spiritual energy on his feet, dodged, escaped the evil master's long whip, and appeared behind the Holy Master.

The Holy Master was a body-refining warrior, and his movement skills were not fast, at least incomparable to Qin Ming's. He was immediately kicked again and flew towards the ground.

This time the Holy Master was fully focused, and Qin Ming's attack was blocked by his arm. Although his arm felt numb, at least it was not injured like the previous two times.

Qin Ming wanted to continue the pursuit, but Mr. Xie repeated his old plan, causing Qin Ming's attack to be interrupted.

"Damn it, this is no way." Qin Ming was annoyed. If it weren't for Mr. Xie, killing this bullshit Holy Master would have been a matter of minutes.

"Bastard, bastard." The Holy Master's eyes were red and fire was about to burst out of his mouth.

This was the third time he was knocked out. The injury was not too serious, but it was extremely embarrassing.

When had he ever suffered such a loss, he suddenly felt that Qin Ming was treating him as a soft persimmon, and there was an unknown fire surging in his heart, wanting to tear Qin Ming into pieces.

"Why are you so fast?" Master Xie looked solemn. He initially thought it was just a coincidence, but repeated attacks made him understand that Qin Ming's speed was extraordinary.

Although the Holy Lord is not good at speed, he is not something that any casual warrior can hit.

Qin Ming's attacks never failed. Obviously, his speed was not comparable to that of the Holy Master.

Qin Ming did not answer Mr. Xie, thinking about what to do

Breaking.

He didn't want to drag it out. Who knew if these two people had sent someone to attack his family.

Master Xie was obviously impatient. Seeing that Qin Ming didn't speak to him, he immediately rushed towards Qin Ming.

Qin Ming's body flashed, and instead of entangled with Young Master Xie, he appeared behind the Holy Master and kicked him again.

"Ah!" The Holy Lord was kicked away and roared angrily. He felt that he had been insulted.

Qin Ming also figured it out at this moment. With these two people working together, he couldn't fight head-on. He could only defeat them one by one.

Although the injuries suffered by the Holy Lord were not serious every time he was attacked, if they accumulated too much, they could still kill him.

"Ah..." The Holy Master was flying around in the air like this, looking really embarrassed.

Attack after attack also made the Holy Lord's arm completely unconscious.

"Damn it." Mr. Xie also saw Qin Ming's plan, but although his attack made Qin Ming jealous, his speed was not as fast as Qin Ming's, so he could only be led by Qin Ming.

"Ah!" The Holy Master's arm was numb and he was unable to parry Qin Ming's attack. He was kicked in the nose by Qin Ming on the spot, causing blood to fly everywhere.

The Holy Lord collapsed completely, he roared, and his whole body was filled with energy.

"Forbidden technique?" Qin Ming was surprised and quickly retreated.

"Ah, Qin Ming, you should die. You are proud enough to be able to force out my forbidden technique. I will cut you into pieces." The Holy Master used the forbidden technique, bursting with confidence and laughing wildly.

Qin Ming shook his head, wondering if the child had been stunned by the blow.

"Come on, why aren't you here? Aren't you very fast? Why aren't you attacking?" the Holy Lord shouted loudly.

"Why should I go there? Wouldn't it be better for me to collect the body after your forbidden technique is over?" Qin Ming said matter-of-factly.