Alchemy & Martial Supreme

Facing the continuous attacks of the sword-wielding martial artists, Qin Ming dodged them one by one.    

To be honest, the Dao runes on the sword-wielding martial artist's sword were still decent. When it hit him, a powerful force was transmitted from the sword to his body, causing some minor injuries to his internal organs.    

But that was all. The other attacks were much weaker than ordinary late True Dragon Realm Martial Cultivator.    

In addition, the opponent seemed to have fought Qi Qi and Qi Yi before attacking him, so his physical strength was not particularly adequate. Thus, when attacking him, he was somewhat exhausted and weak.    

The sword-wielding martial practitioner's face gradually began to sweat when he was unable to attack Qin Ming after a long time.    

This was not because he was tired, but because he was nervous.    

His speed was actually not comparable to the young man in front of him. It was as if his strength, speed, and even his combat experience were completely suppressed by the young man in front of him.    

It was as if he was only a middle-stage True Dragon Realm Martial Cultivator, while the young man in front of him was a late-stage True Dragon Realm expert.    

"Kill!" Seeing that the sword-wielding martial artist's face actually began to panic, Qin Ming shook his head and completely gave up the idea of continuing to test his strength. He raised his fist high up and a powerful wind and fire dao condensed on it, drawing it towards the sword-wielding martial artist's chest.    

This punch was not fast, but the target was extremely clear and the angle was tricky. The timing of the attack was also very coincidental. When the swordsman's center of gravity was unstable, he could not dodge it.    

Facing Qin Ming's attack, the sword-wielding martial artist only had two choices. He could either withdraw the longsword in his hand to block.    

The other was to ignore Qin Ming's attack and stab out with this sword.    

Qin Ming was attacking him, so there should be no way for him to dodge. If he chose not to withdraw his sword to block, then this sword strike would definitely hit him.    

However, the sword-wielding martial artist felt the strong dao aura on Qin Ming's fist, as well as the inexplicable beating of his heart. In the end, the sword-wielding martial artist chose to withdraw the sword in his hand and defend with all his might.    

He now clearly realized that he was not this young man's match.    

He had already planned to turn around and run after blocking this attack.    

He would inform his companions when he ran. As for whether his two companions could react in time, it was none of his business.    

He was afraid.    

He was afraid.    

No matter how much wealth this young man in front of him had, no matter how many Dao Comprehension Stones he had, he didn't plan to take them. He only wanted to escape first.    

Qin Ming's attack hit the longsword that the sword-wielding martial artist had placed in front of his chest.    

He originally thought that he only needed to take half a step back to deflect the force of Qin Ming's fist.    

However, it was completely different from what he had expected. The attack of this punch was several times stronger than the previous one.    

"Bam..." The sword-wielding martial artist kept stepping back. With every step he took, a deep footprint would be left on the rocks on the ground. A mouthful of blood would gush out of his mouth.    

Every step he took would be a mouthful of blood. There was a long bloody mark on the ground.    

By the time he stopped retreating, he was already seriously injured and could not move.    

Qin Ming did not stop because of this. He tapped the ground with the tip of his foot and raised his fist, once again attacking the chest of the sword-wielding martial artist.    

The sword-wielding martial artist's eyes widened. Facing Qin Ming's punch, he wanted to block it.    

But just as he blocked it, his arm was broken due to the powerful rebounding force.    

The reason why he was still holding the sword was because the sword hilt had already been imprinted into his flesh and blood. That was why it did not fall down.    

It's over.    

Seeing the fist getting closer and closer, the sword-wielding martial artist could only watch helplessly as he punched his own chest.    

With a punch, a large hole appeared in the sword-wielding martial artist's chest, and he died completely.