Alchemy & Martial Supreme

Qin Ming's punch just now did not hit the sword blade head-on, but struck the blade diagonally, and was slightly scratched by the blade.

That was a ninth-grade sword. No matter how hard Qin Ming's fist was, he couldn't say it was as hard as a ninth-grade sword.

"Restrictions can defeat you!"

Holding his fist, Qin Ming dodged and punched Wang Zhenwei's chest impartially. .??.

"It's so uncomfortable!"

Looking at Qin Ming's powerful punch and feeling the surging power of his soul, Wang Zhenwei felt that the opponent was like a hedgehog with nowhere to strike.

His strength is not as strong as his opponent, his speed is not as good as his, his spiritual skills are not as high as his, and even his soul power is defeated miserably. Wang Zhenwei really doesn't know how to fight this battle.

But he is not one to give up easily.

The two swords were drawn in the void. The swords were filled with strong power of heaven and earth, mixed with the power of the soul.

"Double colorful sky."

Visible ripples emitted from the two swords and hit Qin Ming's fist. The ripples contained the power of heaven and earth, layer upon layer.

Qin Ming's fists were as slow and weak as if they were being struck in a mire.

"Lost?"

Wang Zhenwei's face turned ashen when he saw Qin Ming's fist slowly but slowly moving toward him.

He used his strongest attack, but Qin Ming's attack could continue to move forward after neutralizing his attack. Obviously his most powerful move was of no use.

If he guessed correctly, Qin Ming did not use a special skill in this attack.

"It seems I can only use the Forbidden Pill!"

Withdrawing his sword move, Wang Zhenwei turned around and dodged Qin Ming's attack, breathing heavily. The sword move just now consumed his energy.

When Qin Ming saw Wang Zhenwei dodge, he did not pursue him. He stood quietly and watched what Wang Zhenwei wanted to do.

Wang Zhenwei's ring from space

He took out a forbidden pill, hesitated for a moment, and was about to swallow it.

"Wait!" Qin Ming shouted.

"Huh?" Wang Zhenwei looked at Qin Ming and saw that Qin Ming was also holding a forbidden elixir in his hand. Judging from its appearance, it was much better than the forbidden elixir in his hand.

"You all have forbidden elixirs. How could I, the boss who sells perfect ninth-grade elixirs, not have forbidden elixirs?" Qin Ming said lightly, "You'd better stop taking them!"

"I assure you, the power of your forbidden elixir is not as powerful as mine."

"After taking the forbidden elixir, you have no chance of winning, so you should save some elixirs!"

After thinking about it, Wang Zhenwei put the forbidden elixir into the space ring with trembling hands. Just like Qin Ming said, how could he have as many perfect elixirs as Qin Ming.

Moreover, the elixir in his hand had serious side effects, and he did not want to take it unless it was absolutely necessary.

Now that he has lost even more miserably after taking the elixir, of course he will not take it.

"It seems you have no other means!" Qin Ming raised the corners of his mouth, walked as fast as flying, and punched him.

"Bang."

Wang Zhenwei vigorously waved his swords and blocked the attack.

Seeing Wang Zhenwei blocking the attack, Qin Ming was not surprised and punched Wang Zhenwei's swords again.

"Bang."

The swords and fists collided with each other, making a violent sound. Qin Ming frowned slightly.

His fist came into contact with the blades of the two swords again. There was a faint mark on his fist, and there was slight pain.

Qin Ming felt a slight pain in his fist. Wang Zhenwei, who had been retreating after being hit, felt more than just pain. His palms felt like they were about to split, and the pain was heartbreaking.

Forget it, Qin Ming's every blow carried the power of heaven and earth and the power of the soul. The level of the power of the soul was too high, and he just felt a little erratic.

The power from Qin Ming's fists was transmitted to him through his swords, making his chest feel tight. Qin Ming's punch just now did not hit the sword blade head-on, but struck the blade diagonally, and was slightly scratched by the blade.

That was a ninth-grade sword. No matter how hard Qin Ming's fist was, he couldn't say it was as hard as a ninth-grade sword.

"Restrictions can defeat you!"

Holding his fist, Qin Ming dodged and punched Wang Zhenwei's chest impartially.

"It's so uncomfortable!"

Looking at Qin Ming's powerful punch and feeling the surging power of his soul, Wang Zhenwei felt that the opponent was like a hedgehog with nowhere to strike.

His strength is not as strong as his opponent, his speed is not as good as his, his spiritual skills are not as high as his, and even his soul power is defeated miserably. Wang Zhenwei really doesn't know how to fight this battle.

But he is not one to give up easily.

The two swords were drawn in the void. The swords were filled with strong power of heaven and earth, mixed with the power of the soul.

"Double colorful sky."

Visible ripples emitted from the two swords and hit Qin Ming's fist. The ripples contained the power of heaven and earth, layer upon layer.

Qin Ming's fists were as slow and weak as if they were being struck in a mire.

"Lost?"

Wang Zhenwei's face turned ashen when he saw Qin Ming's fist slowly but slowly moving toward him.

He used his strongest attack, but Qin Ming's attack could continue to move forward after neutralizing his attack. Obviously his most powerful move was of no use.

If he guessed correctly, Qin Ming did not use a special skill in this attack.

"It seems I can only use the Forbidden Pill!"

Withdrawing his sword move, Wang Zhenwei turned around and dodged Qin Ming's attack, breathing heavily. The sword move just now consumed his energy.

When Qin Ming saw Wang Zhenwei dodge, he did not pursue him. He stood quietly and watched what Wang Zhenwei wanted to do.

Wang Zhenwei's ring from space

He took out a forbidden pill, hesitated for a moment, and was about to swallow it.

"Wait!" Qin Ming shouted.

"Huh?" Wang Zhenwei looked at Qin Ming and saw that Qin Ming was also holding a forbidden elixir in his hand. Judging from its appearance, it was much better than the forbidden elixir in his hand.

"You all have forbidden elixirs. How could I, the boss who sells perfect ninth-grade elixirs, not have forbidden elixirs?" Qin Ming said lightly, "You'd better stop taking them!"

"I assure you, the power of your forbidden elixir is not as powerful as mine."

"After taking the forbidden elixir, you have no chance of winning, so you should save some elixirs!"

After thinking about it, Wang Zhenwei put the forbidden elixir into the space ring with trembling hands. Just like Qin Ming said, how could he have as many perfect elixirs as Qin Ming.

Moreover, the elixir in his hand had serious side effects, and he did not want to take it unless it was absolutely necessary.

Now that he has lost even more miserably after taking the elixir, of course he will not take it.

"It seems you have no other means!" Qin Ming raised the corners of his mouth, walked as fast as flying, and punched him.

"Bang."

Wang Zhenwei vigorously waved his swords and blocked the attack.

Seeing Wang Zhenwei blocking the attack, Qin Ming was not surprised and punched Wang Zhenwei's swords again.

"Bang."

The swords and fists collided with each other, making a violent sound. Qin Ming frowned slightly.

His fist came into contact with the blades of the two swords again. There was a faint mark on his fist, and there was slight pain.

Qin Ming felt a slight pain in his fist. Wang Zhenwei, who had been retreating after being hit, felt more than just pain. His palms felt like they were about to split, and the pain was heartbreaking.

Forget it, Qin Ming's every blow carried the power of heaven and earth and the power of the soul. The level of the power of the soul was too high, and he just felt a little erratic.

The power from Qin Ming's fists was transmitted to him through his swords, making his chest feel tight.