Alchemy&Martial Supreme

Looking at the momentum of Qin Ming's fist, ran Sibo had no confidence to stop it.

At this moment, he suddenly understood how desperate Zhu Lechun was facing. Such an attack could not be stopped by their Tianjiao. Perhaps only Chen Xiuxian, a demon level martial arts genius, could stop it.

No, maybe even Chen Xiuxian can't stop it. There's only one way. Don't give Qin Ming time to accumulate strength.

Such an attack must take a long time to accumulate power and consume a lot of Tao. As long as Qin and Ming are not given time to accumulate power, it is absolutely impossible to launch such a powerful attack.

Qin Ming fought with Zhu Lechun before because Zhu Lechun couldn't do it even if he didn't want to build up strength for Qin Ming under the cover of fog. The situation of the battle was completely controlled by Qin Ming.

He deliberately gave Qin Ming time for this battle. He thought time was on his side. The longer it took, the better it was for him.

Now I understand that I think too much. Give Qin Ming time, he is looking for death.

"Admit defeat!" Ran Sibo shouted out to admit defeat again, holding the big knife tightly in his hand, and his eyes became firm.

Since he chose the path of martial arts, he must face danger. Since the day he practiced martial arts, he had the consciousness of death.

Ran Sibo's admission of defeat was not beyond Qin Ming's expectation, but even if ran Sibo admitted defeat, he didn't want to take it.

If he can achieve 100% of the fusion of wind and fire, he may be able to do it, but now, this fist must be fought.

"Attack at will, don't stick to the moves and ways!" Qin Ming shouted at ran Sibo and beat his fist on his chest. Although there is no way to take it all back, Qin Ming is trying his best to reduce the power of this move. He only hopes that ran Sibo can survive.

Hearing Qin Ming's words, ran Sibo's brain flashed.

Qin Ming meant to let him not stick to moves and Tao.

Does it really mean to let his body make its own response.

Under the threat of death, his brain turned faster than ever. In addition, Qin Ming suddenly understood.

"I see!" Ran Sibo was holding the handle of the knife in his hand. There was no despair and fear on his face, but he was eager to try.

He raised his hand and took out the knife. Without any moves, he cut on Qin Ming's fist. There was no huge impact sound, but it was like adsorbing on Qin Ming's fist.

However, the duration was very short. In an instant, the powerful wind fire path directly hit the broadsword through the flames.

Ran Sibo could no longer hold the big knife in his hand and flew out. At the same time, Qin Ming's fist was facing honglai on his chest from top to bottom.

Ran Sibo only had time to stretch out his arm to block his chest and gather all his strength to stop it.

After the unloading of the broadsword and the counteraction between the upper Dao of the broadsword and the wind and fire Dao of Qin Ming, the fist hit on his arm broke his arm in an instant.

Only after several buffering, Qin Ming's fist finally stopped.

Ran Sibo stepped back seven steps and sat down on the ground. The bones of his two arms were completely broken. He was horizontal. Blood gushed from the corners of his mouth and coughed uncontrollably.

He bit his teeth and endured great pain.

At this time, the referee had come to Rambo and began to check his injury.

Ran Sibo shook his head. Now he got used to it. He felt less pain than before. The pain on his face disappeared and laughed.