Chapter 1500

Qin Ming hit the holy master with his fist, which surprised him.

After all, the Lord is the peak of Emperor Wu.

How could he not escape his trial?

"Bang!"

The blow on the skeleton of the LORD did not fly as he expected.

Qin Ming's powerful and heavy fist just made the master's body shake slightly.

"Is that all?"

Turning around, the LORD looked at Qin Ming: "on this ability, you want to rely on your own ability to break through the martial god?"

Hearing the Lord's sarcasm, Qin Ming understood that he was not unable to hide, but did not want to hide.

"How can you be so strong? How could it be? " Qin Ming looked ugly. He thought that he would have a gap with Emperor Wu's peak, but he didn't expect that the gap was so big.

Maybe, even if he is all out, he can't win.

"It's not that I'm strong, it's that you're too weak. You're just sitting on the sidelines." The Lord shook his head, held a knife, and chopped at Qin Ming, who was close at hand.

I didn't see how serious he was. He just struck at will. The speed was incredible. Just as soon as he made the knife, the blade was in front of Qin Ming. The sharp light of the knife shook his mind.

"Bang..."

Qin Ming used fist, the fastest of all weapons.

Although the sword was fast, he was always on guard. At the moment of the Lord's attack, Qin Ming followed suit and blocked the attack first.

However, it seemed that there was not much power at all. He didn't give a full blow at all. Qin Ming flew directly and landed in the hole that yunxiatian fell out of.

"Cough..." Lying on the ground, Qin Ming coughed violently. With the cough, blood flowed from his mouth.

Although the blow he had just made was blocked, he was still shocked by the strength of the broadsword.

Qin Ming has never lost in strength against others.

This time he felt the crush of power.

It's a bad taste.

His strongest place was defeated by the other party. Even if Qin Ming was strong in mind, he was more or less depressed.

Even began to self doubt.

From the space ring out of a perfect tonic pill, quickly put it in the mouth to swallow, and then raised his head, looked at the God standing there.

His scorpion mask is very ferocious, so looking at Qin Ming, he didn't mean to attack Qin Ming when he was seriously injured.

It seems that in his heart, Qin Ming is an ant that can be trampled to death at any time.

"Now you know what the real strong are?" The Lord patted his bones, and his voice was full of obsession: "only this body is the most perfect."

"You are really good at training your physical strength. You are the strongest warrior I have ever seen."

"But, no matter how strong, there is a limit."

"The limits of mortals."

"Only when we break through the shackles of mortals and change our blood, can we stand higher."

In the words, the Lord is very proud of his blood.

"Blood?" In the cave, Qin Ming's face is a little dim.

He thought of Jiyue and Hongjia.

They are all people with blood. Even if they don't practice their bodies, they will become very strong.

And the reason why they are stronger than them is completely relying on willpower and pills, bit by bit hard exercise.

Now, the blood of the Lord is obviously higher than that of the great leap and the Hong family. At least in the body refining area, it is completely incomparable with the blood of the great leap and the Hong family.

I think that there are many martial arts people on the mainland who envy these people with blood.

He worked hard and was crushed by the Lord's natural blood, which made Qin Ming a little frustrated.

I have suffered so much, but I still can't compare with the person with high blood.

Just like ordinary children, no matter how hard they try, they can't catch up with the children born by the top forces.

No, all blood must have a source. Those who have blood are probably those who have no blood. Through their own efforts, they can finally break through the martial god, wash themselves, and wake up to their own blood.

Our generation of martial arts, want blood, should be to awaken their own.

Martial arts only rely on themselves!

Thinking of this, Qin Ming all the frustration to go, he stood up, full of war to look at the LORD: "even if the blood on your body, no matter how strong, after all, it is not your own."

"I believe that with my own blood, I can also lay the foundation for the road to the peak of my martial arts."

"That evil god, can give you blood, can take back."

"Only what you get by yourself is truly reliable."

"The warrior never accepts alms!"

Hearing the words, the LORD was furious.

Qin Ming dare to scold the holy God, and dare to say that his blood is from alms, which is like stepping on his proudest thing under his feet."Qin Ming, you want to die!" The holy master's murderous spirit covered Qin Ming's whole body: "if it wasn't for the holy God who asked me to recruit you, just that move, I would have ended your life."

"One last chance for you. Would you like to join us?"

"The humble dignity of a warrior and the pride in your heart must have a life in order to be meaningful."

"What's the use of all this?"

"Ha ha..." Qin Ming, who was enveloped by the terrible murderous spirit, laughed and said, "I have suffered a lot in my life, and I have suffered a lot."

"I have suffered so much and suffered so much for what."

"To live with dignity."

"I don't even have dignity. What's the point of living?"

With a contemptuous look at the holy master, Qin Ming said passionately, "don't say you want to be the hand of the holy God. Even if you don't do it, he will give me his blood, and I don't want to."

"To live like a ghost like you, I might as well die."

Hearing Qin Ming's words, the Lord shook his head with pity: "since ancient times, you are the most talented person I have ever seen."

"To tell you the truth, I don't want you to die."

"But since you are stubborn, I can only help you."

Qin Ming tightly clenched his fist. Red particles in the sky seemed to feel the tension and fly around him.

With the aura gathering on the body, small red particles blend into it and turn into light red.

"Oh?" "Seeing the spirit of the Lord Qin, he became a little red

In his eyes, Qin Ming is just a mole ant, and now he is just getting bigger.

"War!"

Qin and Ming never passively confront, but like to take the initiative to attack, even in the face of such a terrible enemy as the Lord.

His feet are light red aura. Qin Ming's pace is erratic and his eyes are focused.

Such an enemy is the only strong enemy he has ever seen in his life. Once he makes a move, he uses all his strength.