Alchemy&Martial Supreme

"Get out of here."

When he felt the scorpion devil Emperor Wu, Qin Ming made a fist across the air.

Gushing out of the aura, destroyed a house, and finally exploded in a rockery.

"Hum..." In the destroyed rockery, an old man in a long black lacquer shirt flew out, holding a big black knife in his hand.

The knife trembled slightly. In the trembling, there seemed to be a cry coming from the inside, disturbing people's minds.

"Old man, scorpion..."

The old man blew his beard and glared. He was about to introduce his identity. Qin Ming suddenly appeared in front of him. His clenched fist was full of red aura. He threw out without hesitation.

"The warriors of the scorpion devil force should die!"

Seeing Qin Ming's powerful punch, the old man's eyes were full of horror.

The so-called experts know whether there is a hand, look at the breath, Qin and Ming is only the first to enter the Wudi, but the strength of the hand, even if it is an old brand of Wudi, is far less than.

At a glance, the old man knew that he was no match for the young man in front of him. He immediately blocked his sword in front of him and planned to escape.

"Bang..."

A punch hit the knife, making a deafening sound. The old man was shocked to vomit blood by the power transmitted from the broadsword. However, he did not pay any attention to it. Instead, he flew to the distance with the strength of the shock.

"Want to run!"

Qin Ming, who already knew how strong he was, had expected that when this blow hit the sword, the scorpion devil Emperor Wu would be blown away.

I expected the old man to run away.

Therefore, after this punch, Qin Ming kept on catching up with him.

"So fast..."

The scorpion devil Emperor Wu's eyes opened angrily. He didn't expect that Qin Ming's attack was so strong that even his speed was far beyond his reach.

"My life is dead!"

The old man knew that he was going to die this time. The young man was so powerful that he was faster than him. He couldn't escape and couldn't fight.

"Spell it

With a Fierce bite of his teeth, the old man exuded a sense of bitterness of the same fate. He ignored the iron fist behind him. He held the knife in his hand and made every effort to chop Qin Ming.

Feeling the fierce breath of the old man, Qin Ming faintly smiles and struggles?

Such a person who is afraid of death, how can he make up his mind so easily? This knife seems to be indomitable and die together. In fact, his shaking hand has deeply betrayed his heart.

In addition, he was a double cultivation of body and soul. After he reached Emperor Wu, his body became harder and harder. Even if he was a artifact, he could not be completely destroyed.

In addition, he is now using his skills to defend and resist this attack. There is no big problem.

At best, I'll get some minor injuries.

The lion fought with the rabbit as hard as he could. A little slight injury would change the life of Emperor Wu. This business Worth it!

"Kill!"

With the determination to die together in his eyes, Qin Ming's fist did not retreat, but advanced. He added a aura and Tao, and with a momentum of unremitting progress, he blasted at the chest of the scorpion devil Emperor Wu.

As for the knife in the sky, Qin Ming just avoided the key point and let him chop it on his body.

"This..."

The old man did not expect that his knife, which was full of killing intention, did not frighten Qin Ming. On the contrary, he fulfilled his wish.

Why does this young man look young and powerful, but his combat experience is so strong?

Now he wants to take back his big knife and stop the heavy blow. It seems that He really can only die with Qin Ming.

But he Don't want to die, really don't want to die!

Qin Ming's fist will definitely kill him.

As for whether his knife would kill Qin Ming, he didn't care at all.

In the whole world, his own life is the most precious. He is not willing to exchange his own life for others' life.

"Don't..."

Finally, because of his fear, the old man did not have the courage to look at death as if he were going home. That seemingly fierce sword actually only played 70% of his usual power and chopped Qin Ming.

And faster than this is Qin Ming's fist.

This blow, solid and solid, hit the old man's heart.

A bright red blood flower spread, from the old man's heart, flying around.

After receiving this blow, the old man died without any accident. The body fell to the ground with the blood on his chest.

With a wave, the old man's body floated, and a black flame appeared below him and began to burn.

"Bear..."

The flame rises, and soon the old man is wrapped in the flame, burns and melts at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Qin Ming stood in the void and felt the position of the old man's knife. There was a small wound, which was bleeding.

There is only one scorpion devil force Emperor Wu. If he uses Youhuo, he can easily understand him and won't be hurt at all.However, he is a martial arts man, and he can't put all his talents on the supernatural powers. Besides, the old man all used the same death move.

How could he not accompany him to the end?

The blood in his heart was boiling, and he hoped to have a great war.

"It's hard for other Wudi to recover from injuries, but I don't seem to be like that."

Qin Ming can clearly feel that there is an evil smell in his wound, which is corroding his body and preventing his body from recovering.

But the small red particles in the sky, like moths to the fire, rush to the wound and fight against the evil breath.

The evil smell of scorpion devil Wudi's sword is just rootless duckweed, while the red particles in the air are constantly replenishing.

In a moment, small red particles have the upper hand, cleaning up all the exotic breath.

As a result, Qin Ming's own resilience began to work, and the wound began to heal at the speed of the naked eye.

He felt the wound again. It was as smooth as a mirror. If it wasn't for the broken clothes, you wouldn't see it at all. It had been hit there.

"Does my Tao still have such effects?"

"It seems that other Wudi's Tao does not have this characteristic at all."

Qin Ming thought about himself very much.

Even if the power is stronger than ordinary Wudi Dao, you can clean up the Tao that other Wudi injured him.

It seems that his Tao is half a level higher than that of other warriors.

"Does it really have nothing to do with my eye?"

His own way is so special that Qin Ming can't help but think of the fire from the sky eye.

It's no wonder that he thinks so. Tianyan and Dao are both fire attributes, and both are powerful.

In particular, Tianyan is so powerful that nothing can be compared with it.

Shaking his head, Qin Ming no longer thinks about it. Of course, the stronger his Tao and his talent are, the better. Since he can't understand it, he is no longer entangled.

At this time, the scorpion devil Emperor Wu has been refined, his body, by the burning fire, into gas.

A dark red ball, like a baby's head laughing, is floating quietly in the air.

When the mind moved, the spirit bead floated over and turned into a red energy, which penetrated into Qin Ming's body.

Close his eyes, Qin Ming's aura is surging. In the spirit space, a stream of mysterious energy takes root. While his body works, the mysterious energy moves all over the body, strengthening his bones and meridians.