Alchemy & Martial Supreme

After Qin Ming transformed, he could feel the extremely strong killing intent coming from his body. The contempt on Jin Zhijun's face had long disappeared, and he also transformed at the first moment.    

As a genius of the Golden Mysterious Macaque Race, his bloodline grade was extremely high, and his transformation gave him an extraordinary aura.    

When Qin Ming rushed towards him, Jin Zhijun had already pulled out the long sword at his waist and thrust it at Qin Ming's fist.    

This sword did not have any fancy moves. It was a pure power and a powerful Fire Dao.    

Bang!    

The sword and the fist collided, making a huge sound. The flame in the flame suddenly rose a little. At the same time, the purple sword's Fire Great Dao also became a little stronger.    

The sword and the fist collided and separated immediately. Both of them took three steps back.    

"How is this possible!?" Jin Zhijun looked at Qin Ming in disbelief.    

He thought that Qin Ming would only dare to hide behind Jin Zhizhi and think that he was just a show-off who could easily defeat him.    

Only now did he realize that Qin Ming was not a show-off. Not only was he not a show-off, he was also very strong in martial arts.    

He was a small realm higher than Qin Ming, but he was actually on par with Qin Ming.    

No, he felt a strong force lingering on the sword. This force was not under his control, and it was exactly the same as the force on Qin Ming's fist.    

Even if he used the Great Dao of Fire in his body, he still couldn't get rid of this force.    

"Something's not right. This force affects my attack. If I want to get rid of all of them, I will need to use a large amount of my Great Dao of Fire." Jin Zhijun's expression finally changed.    

He couldn't fight Qin Ming head on. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to withstand the force of the sword alone.    

Initially, he wanted to torture Qin Ming for a while, then kill him. But now, it seemed like it would be difficult to defeat him in a row.    

Furthermore...    

Jin Zhijun saw the ominous glint in Qin Ming's eyes. It was an unconcealed killing intent.    

It was obvious that even though he had a high position in the Golden Mysterious Macaque Clan, Qin Ming still dared to kill him.    

Before Jin Zhijun could continue to think, Qin Ming's attack came again.    

This time, Jin Zhijun put away the trace of contempt he had for Qin Ming in his heart. He concentrated all of his energy and stabbed the long sword in his hand at the fastest speed.    

In order to sharpen his martial arts strength, he often went out to fight. His long sword danced in the air, trying to find the flaws on Qin Ming's body.    

However, Qin Ming had been through hundreds of battles. How could there be any flaws on his body for him to use?    

No matter where he looked, it seemed to be flaws. But when he was about to make a move, he discovered that everywhere was a trap.    

Strong, too strong.    

Not only was his attacking power strong, but his combat experience was also very rich. Jin Zhijun could only tirelessly deal with it and could only defend.    

As the saying goes, if you defend for a long time, you will lose. Jin Zhijun defended for a few dozen rounds, and then Qin Ming found an opportunity and punched him on the shoulder. Jin Zhijun flew backwards and landed on the edge of the arena, and he spat out blood from his mouth.    

He looked at Qin Ming in disbelief. He stood up with his sword in his hand and gasped for breath.    

He actually lost!    

Jin Zhijun looked at Jin Zhizhi. He saw Jin Zhizhi shaking his head repeatedly at him. Jin Zhijun's eyes seemed to be telling him not to fight Qin Ming anymore.    

"No, Jin Zhizhi is mine. No matter how strong Qin Ming is, he can't take my Jin Zhizhi away from me." Jin Zhijun stood up. At this moment, he truly felt that Qin Ming was going to take away his Jin Zhizhi.