Alchemy&Martial Supreme

Cangyu looked down and clenched his fist tightly.

Although Qin Ming became a half step warrior God, he was very happy about it, but now they are fighting, Qin Ming obviously falls below, which makes him worried.

Every time Qin Ming's body was pierced, it was like stabbing him.

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

"From her eyes, she's not yunxiatian at all."

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

Cang Yu's tone is condensed and heavy. He is a Dandi and has a keen sense of breath.

I really want to go down and help Qin Ming, but he is just a warrior who has just been promoted to be the most powerful martial saint. He is not the enemy of Yun Xiatian at all.

Maybe yunxiatian can let out a little aura at will, which can make him fly to the ashes.

Maybe yunxiatian stood there and let him attack, he could not hurt her.

They are too strong now, and they are not at the same level as them.

Dark wind said to his subordinates: "everyone, hide your breath. Don't be found by the demons below."

Seeing this battle, all people have been absorbed in the battle for a long time. Now when they hear the dark wind, they even ignore the atmosphere.

Most of the disciples of Huayu sect have tears in their eyes.

Seeing Qin Ming pierced again and again is like stabbing in their heart.

……

Below, the holy God holding a long sword, suspended in the void, looking at the opposite Qin Ming, slowly said: "your body is really strong."

"I really want to dig out all your secrets."

"Oh..."

The answer to him was Qin Ming's roar, which was full of injuries. His wings suddenly vibrated. His body was like lightning, rushing towards the holy God.

There is no time to recover from his injury.

The body's resilience is weakening.

"Hum." The Holy Spirit snorted coldly. The sword pointed to Qin Ming's throat and stabbed it forward.

At the same time, the Holy Spirit's attack changed the direction, hit Qin Ming's chest, and quickly pulled out, and quickly retreated.

"Oh..."

Qin Ming roared happily.

"Hoo Hoo..."

With each blow, the Holy Spirit used his full strength.

He pretended to attack the throat, forced Qin ming to defend, and then stabbed him in the chest without leaving any strength. When he hit, he fled far away, not giving Qin Ming a chance to fight back.

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

Seeing the blow that had just been pierced, Qin Ming couldn't heal quickly. The blood flowed all over the ground, and the saint's face showed a smile.

If he goes on, he can kill Qin Ming.

Blood flow clean Qin Ming, the whole body strength will disappear, at that time is not allow him to kill scrape?

"Oh..."

Full of murderous roar, Qin Ming's wings were flying, and his face was ferocious and continued to dive towards the Holy Spirit.

"Animals are animals. What is the use of strength without wisdom?"

The saint's face was full of contempt, and the old trick was repeated.

"Bang!"

Long sword, pierce the chest, after the Holy Spirit hit, quickly far away.

"Didi..."

Qin Ming, who was suspended in the air, began to shake and did not roar.

"No more?"

Looking at the frail Qin Ming, the Holy Spirit is at ease.

He has killed a lot of ferocious Warcraft. This is the performance before the beast is exhausted.

"It's not easy. This is the most difficult half step warrior I've ever killed."

The holy God looked at Qin Ming from a distance and waited for the harvest.

As the blood dripped down, Qin Ming, who was suspended in the air, had run out of oil and the lamp was withered. His momentum was gradually weakened, just like a candle that was about to burn out, it could be extinguished at any time.