Alchemy&Martial Supreme

"Ah..." Hearing the little world, Qin Ming's face became more distorted. He looked up to the sky and roared wildly.

Originally gasping for breath, he no longer rest, but tightly clenched his fist and killed the poison devil.

"Crazy, the crazier you are, the faster you die."

Seeing Qin Ming's crazy appearance, the poison devil was overjoyed.

The more calm a warrior is in battle, the stronger his fighting strength will be.

The more Qin Ming hated him, the less sober he was, and the less threat he posed.

If anger can improve the combat effectiveness of fighters, there will be a lot of angry fighters. They are not all powerful.

But in fact, most people who can't control their emotions are dead.

"Qin Ming can be so crazy, not only because of me, but also because of the holy blood in his body."

The poison devil in the robe knows the holy blood.

Holy Blood warrior has a lot of side effects as well as powerful power.

One of them is that they are emotionally unstable.

Once there is an external force to stimulate them, they will be able to make them crazy and change.

It's exactly as the poison devil guessed.

Qin Ming's mind is now filled with hatred, and the mysterious energy in his blood is suppressing the ferocity of his blood.

But because of Qin Ming's anger, the ferocity in the Holy Blood seemed to have a source of strength, and launched an impact on the mysterious energy.

Mysterious energy is rapidly consumed. As long as it is consumed, the ferocity of holy blood will break through the shackles, and Qin Ming will become a monster irresistibly.

And never wake up.

If Qin Ming is still sober now and finds that mysterious energy in his body is rapidly consumed, he will try his best to stabilize his soberness and help the mysterious forces fight against blood ferocity.

"Kill Qin Ming flashed and appeared in front of the poison devil wearing a long shirt. He hit the opponent's chest with his fist.

"Straight attack, it seems that you have been completely controlled by anger." Seeing that Qin Ming's attack didn't change, the poison devil turned his mouth and raised his sword, which was a sudden split.

This knife accurately hit Qin Ming's fist and immediately flew Qin Ming away.

"Waste, I destroyed your little world, and stood in front of you, but you can't even avenge. What a waste." The poison devil sneered.

Blood more fierce reaction, Qin Ming covered his heart, once again toward the poison devil, or straight to attack.

"Waste." The poison devil raised his knife, and it was a split. He split Qin Ming again.

In this way, once or twice, every time Qin Ming was split, he would attack again at a very fast speed.

And then it was split off again.

I don't know how many times he attacked. Qin Ming seemed to have exhausted his strength and bent down to gasp heavily.

In the process of splitting each time, the poison devil in a long shirt also wanted to kill Qin Ming directly.

There's no chance.

No way, he naturally used up Qin Ming's physical strength and energy according to the previous opportunity.

Sure enough, Qin Ming now seems to have no source gas.

"What? No strength? "

"I'm standing here, and you can't revenge even if you try your best. It's really sad."

The poison devil in long clothes continued to stimulate, but the waist of King Qin and Ming didn't seem to hear it at all.

It's true that Qin Ming didn't hear the poison devil's words.

The mysterious energy is about to be consumed. It has broken through the blockade a little fiercely. They are corroding Qin Ming's mind.