Alchemy & Martial Supreme

Although he was very happy that Qin Ming had broken through to the Half-step Martial God, the battle between the two of them had clearly caused Qin Ming to fall into the battle below, causing him to feel anxious.    

Every time Qin Ming's body was pierced, it was as if it had pierced his body.    

"I know Yun Xiatian, and I even fought with her."    

"From her eyes, she is not Yun Xiatian at all."    

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

Cang Yu said in a serious tone. He was a Pill Monarch, so he had a very keen sense of Qi.    

He really wanted to go down and help Qin Ming, but he was only a Martial Cultivator that had just advanced to the Omnipotent Expert of Martial Saint level. He was not a match for Yun Xiatian at all.    

Perhaps Yun Xiatian could casually release a little Spiritual Energy and turn him into ashes.    

Perhaps Yun Xiatian stood there and let him attack, but he could not hurt her.    

The two of them were really too strong now. They were not on the same level as them at all.    

Ang Feng said to his subordinates, "Everyone, hide your Qi. Don't let the she-devil find you."    

Everyone had been keeping their breath when they saw this battle. Now that they heard Ang Feng's words, they didn't even care about letting out their breath.    

Most of the disciples of Huayu Sect had tears in their eyes.    

When they saw Qin Ming being pierced again and again, it was as if Qin Ming had pierced their hearts.    

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Below, Holy God was holding a long sword, floating in the void. He looked at Qin Ming and said slowly, "Your body is really strong."    

"I really want to dig out all the secrets in your body."    

"Argh..."    

What answered him was Qin Ming roaring towards the sky. With injuries all over his body, he flapped his wings and rushed towards Holy God like a bolt of lightning.    

It was too late for him to recover from the injuries on his body.    

The recovery ability of his body was weakening.    

"Hmph." Holy God let out a cold snort. He pointed his sword at Qin Ming's throat and thrust it forward.    

At the same time, Holy God changed the direction of his attack and hit Qin Ming's chest. He quickly pulled out his sword and retreated.    

"Argh..."    

Qin Ming shouted happily.    

"Huhuhu..."    

Holy God used all his strength in every strike.    

He pretended to attack Qin Ming's throat, forcing Qin Ming to defend. Then, he pierced through Qin Ming's chest without holding back and fled after hitting Qin Ming, not giving Qin Ming a chance to fight back.    

"As expected, your recovery speed is getting weaker and weaker."    

Seeing the strike that pierced through his throat, Qin Ming could not heal very quickly. Blood flowed all over the ground. Holy God's face revealed a smile.    

If this continued... Even if it was a waste of time, he could still exhaust Qin Ming to death.    

Qin Ming, whose blood had been drained clean, would lose all the strength in his body. At that time, wouldn't he still be at his mercy?    

"Argh..."    

With a roar filled with killing intent, Qin Ming flapped his wings and continued diving towards Holy God with a ferocious expression on his face.    

"An animal is an animal. Without intelligence, no matter how strong you are, what's the use of it?"    

Holy God's face was full of contempt. He used the same trick again.    

"Bang!"    

The long sword pierced through his chest, and after Holy God's attack, he quickly fled.    

"Beep! Beep!"    

Qin Ming, who was floating in the air, started to shake after receiving the attack. He didn't even let out a roar.    

"Can't I do it anymore?"    

Looking at the extremely weak Qin Ming, Holy God felt relieved.    

He had killed quite a number of ferocious Devil Beast before. This was the same reaction he had when he was exhausted of all his energy.    

"It really wasn't easy! This is the hardest Half-step Martial God I've ever killed!"    

Holy God looked at Qin Ming from afar, waiting for the harvest.    

Drops of blood dripped down. Qin Ming, who was floating in the air, had run out of oil. The Qi on his body was weakening bit by bit, like a candle that was about to burn out, and could be extinguished at any time.