Supreme Emperor Dan

Your strength is not worth mentioning!

Facing the incoming attack, Yang Tian who was condensed into the form of a three-legged Gold Crow and charged forward, Qin Ming made a hand sign with both hands.

Behind him, the dark and serene flames converged. It was as if there was a dark and majestic large snake floating behind him. Its scarlet eyes were filled with incomparable majesty as it overlooked the world.

"Let's go."

Qin Ming flicked his thumb lightly, and it floated behind him. The large snake that was formed from Netherworld Flame seemed to have come to life, with its sharp fangs spread open, its scales releasing a dark light, and its eyes filled with killing intent.

BOOM!

When the dark and majestic Nether Xuan Snake and the powerful Three-legged Golden Crow clashed, an incomparably dazzling light illuminated the world.

It was as if the sky was falling and the earth cracking amidst that terrifying explosion.

It was as if the two forces, which were similar to fire and water, were born to restrain each other without any anxiety. It was as if there was some kind of indescribable reaction at the first moment of collision.

A figure was sent flying with blood splattering all over.

The bloodstain on the corner of Yang Tian's mouth was extremely obvious.

In the previous clash, he had transformed his body into a Golden Crow, while Qin Ming used energy to form the Nether Xuan Snake.

The horrifying aftermath of the collision naturally poured onto his body.

Even he didn't expect the collision between the two to be so terrifying. Even his physical body felt as if it was about to be torn apart by the violent energy.

The gelid qi had a huge impact on his body!

"The power of absolute frost … You do have it! "

Just a single collision had caused Yang Tian to suffer a great loss.

At that moment, Yang Tian's eyes finally turned serious.

If anyone said that Qin Ming was just a pill refiner, his own strength was nothing at all, he would definitely be the first one to go up and kill that guy.

"There are many things you don't know."

Qin Ming squinted.

Sure enough, what Ming Tianyue had said was true.

The Sun Melting Sun Spell was indeed imitating the power of the Golden Crow.

Moreover, the end of this power was the power of the Golden Crow.

Although the Golden Crow body that Yang Tian had created was not enough to scare him, if he could cultivate it to its peak, he was afraid that he would become like the name of the body tempering technique, and become an existence as bright as the sun.

But now?

Even though this power was not weak, it was not enough to face the orthodox Power of Nine Serenities!

Let alone Netherworld Flame, the gathering power of the Power of Nine Serenities s.

"Die!"

Yang Tian charged straight at Qin Ming, the flames on his fists blazing vigorously.

After suffering a loss once, how could Yang Tian possibly give Qin Ming the chance to repeat the same trick?

The scarlet-gold power coiled around, and pounced straight towards Qin Ming.

Even if it were to collide with Qin Ming's body, it would have to collide with Qin Ming's flesh and blood!

The previous strike had caused Yang Tian's chest to become charred. The skill in eating the feathers had lost their original lustre, and he was on the verge of death.

If one observed a little more carefully, one would be able to see traces of an undetectable black colored airflow repeatedly destroying the energy within.

"The weak are always conceited."

Qin Ming chuckled. Not only did he not retreat, he rushed forward.

It was not that he did not know that using the Netherworld Flame would be enough to give him enough of an advantage and make it easier to kill Yang Tian.

But when he thought about Mu Shuyao's extremely pale and beautiful face, and about the Golden Crow's power that was recklessly wrecking havoc in her body, he couldn't help but feel murderous in his heart.

How could such a bastard let him die so easily?

It was to use all of his pride and strength that he was most adept at, to give him the most lethal blow!

For such a person, there was no shame in defeating him with the power he was most adept at!

Qin Ming no longer held back. In the midst of the dark and profound Netherworld Flame s, there were actually traces of electricity flowing on his body.

His figure, which was originally so fast that it was difficult to see clearly, suddenly became blurred!

One could imagine just how terrifying this speed was.

Yang Tian, who had just charged up to Qin Ming, did not even have time to react when Qin Ming had already arrived in front of him, and punched out!

"This punch is your arrogance!"

He punched out, and ruthlessly struck Yang Tian's chest.

Yang Tian had not even had the time to brandish his fists when he felt as if he had hit a huge mountain, and his body started retreating uncontrollably.

The sharp contrast between rushing and retreating was so intense that it made his body feel like it was being torn apart, as if it wanted to tear his body into two.

Not only that, the fist imprinted on his chest was so powerful that in the blink of an eye, his ribs seemed to have been broken. The indescribable pain made him want to cry out in pain.

"This punch is your pride!"

When the punch came out, Qin Ming did not pause at all.

"This punch of yours is for you to look down on everyone else!"

"This punch is for Mu Shuyao!"

"This punch was for …"

Punches after punches, Qin Ming did not stop at all.

In the end, he did not even bother shouting, his fist was like lightning, with immense power and speed, it kept on imprinting itself on Yang Tian's body.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them, who seemed to be evenly matched, had already determined the outcome of the battle.

Under Qin Ming's power, Yang Tian was completely unable to resist or find an opportunity, and he fell under the onslaught of the storm.

With every swing of Qin Ming's fist, the hostility in his eyes receded slightly.

These days, Qin Ming's heart had been suppressed for far too long.

At this moment, it was like a fuse.

Qin Ming punched out, and the hostility in his heart was slightly released.

Of course, his hostility was completely built upon Yang Tian's pain.

When the fists finally eased and Yang Tian, who had been struggling to hold on, finally found a slight flaw in his attempt to find an opportunity.

An even more violent impact came crashing down on him. Even though he had exerted all his strength to move his hands, he was only barely able to withstand it.

"Crunch."

Even so, the sound of the bone breaking was still very obvious. One could only imagine how terrifying Qin Ming's last strike was.

Qin Ming slowly put his leg back on the ground.

The final strike was, of course, a kick!

After a series of storm-like attacks, the evil aura in Qin Ming's heart was finally slightly relieved.

But did Yang Tian want to die like this?

Dream on!

He would give Yang Tian a chance to retaliate, and then completely kill him!

For the sake of the anger in his heart, for the sake of Mu Shuyao, and also for the scoundrel who had boundless killing intent for him!

The figure that Qin Ming had kicked out drew a hundred-meter-long gully on the ground.

Yang Tian's chest, dropped a little.

Fresh blood splattered from the corner of his mouth. From time to time, a few feathers would fall down from the ravine, emitting traces of luster.

One could imagine how powerful Qin Ming's previous attack was.

Yang Tian, who was strong to the point where he was already prepared, did not resist at all. He could only forcibly endure the storm-like attacks.

"Your strength is not worth mentioning."

Looking at Yang Tian who was struggling in the ravine, Qin Ming's voice was calm.