C4000 Injured in One Move
C4000 Injured in One Move
At the very least, in terms of life and death battles, he was much worse than himself.
After knowing that Yuan Long's combat experience was insufficient, Qin Ming had an idea.
His face gradually revealed a flustered expression. Looking at Yun Qing Jian who was getting closer and closer, his hands trembled slightly.
Seeing this scene, yuan Long's eyes became even more excited.
"Die!" The Azure Cloud Sword in Yuan Long's hand stabbed towards Qin Ming's chest.
Yuan Long didn't hold back at all. He chose the chest that was the hardest to defend, instead of the throat that he had to kill.
The throat was easy to dodge. Although Yuan Long was confident that Qin Ming wouldn't be able to dodge this strike, he still chose to be safer.
This sword strike seemed to have intimidated Qin Ming. He stood there without moving, as if his body couldn't move anymore.
"Dodge!" Seeing Qin Ming in such a miserable state, many of the black stones that were placed on Qin Ming's body were disappointed.
Could it be that he had really lost just like that, and his own black stone was gone just like that?
Even if Qin Ming wasn't a match for Yuan Long, he would at least be able to resist it for a bit. It would be good for them to have a glimmer of hope in their hearts.
Qin Ming didn't dodge. At the last moment, he stretched out his right hand and grabbed at Yun Qing Sword with lightning speed.
"You are courting death!" Seeing Qin Ming actually use his hand to grab his sword, yuan Long's eyes revealed an unconcealed cold light.
He had used the Dragon's End and the double force in this strike, and it was incomparably powerful. It was not something that a Mid True Dragon Realm Martial Cultivator could grab with his hand. Even if this Mid True Dragon Realm Martial Cultivator had the essence of heaven and earth equipment, it was still impossible to do so.
He could use this opportunity to stab down and pierce through Qin Ming with his sword.
"What!?"
An accident occurred. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move the sword in Yuan Long's hand. It was completely different from what he had imagined.
At this moment, Qin Ming's cowering eyes became filled with fighting intent. His other left hand had been raised high up in the air and was smashing down at him.
His target was also his chest.
How could Yuan Long not know that Qin Ming was pretending just now?
Such a simple disguise had completely fooled him.
In other words, Qin Ming's combat experience was much greater than his.
Furthermore, Qin Ming's true strength was far from being as weak as he had imagined.
The strength of this grab had completely surpassed his.
Looking at the fist that was getting closer and closer, yuan Long wanted to dodge, but it was already too late.
"Bang..." With a loud bang, yuan Long was sent flying, vomiting blood. He fell to the ground, screaming incessantly.
This was the heaviest injury he had ever suffered in his entire life. He didn't know how many of the bones in his chest were broken.
Fortunately, he had a defensive origin technique that he had used at the last moment.
Otherwise, this punch would have taken his life.
All of this happened extremely quickly, causing the Martial Cultivator below to be overwhelmed.
Why did he still have the upper hand just now? Why was he so proud of himself? The extraordinary Yuan Long fell to the ground, screaming incessantly?
Looking at this cry, it was as if his chest had been pierced through, as if he was about to die.
One move, just one move, and Yuan Long was injured.
This was something that ordinary Martial Cultivator would never have thought of.
It was completely different from what they had expected.
Didn't they say that all of this was planned by the True Dragon Tribe and the Vermillion Bird Sun Tribe just to deceive the black stone in their hands?
How could this be?
Why was it that the one lying on the ground was Yuan Long instead?
Could it be that Yuan Long was only putting on a show right now, just to make the battle look more realistic and more exciting, so that they would be willing to lose willingly?