Alchemy & Martial Supreme

It was very difficult to kill Langyuan first.    

He could only kill the other Martial Cultivator first.    

Qin Ming shifted his gaze away from Lang Yuan and chose a short Martial Cultivator.    

Being stared at by Qin Ming, the short Martial Cultivator timidly swallowed its saliva.    

Previously, they had looked down on Qin Ming, but now, they definitely wouldn't.    

Qin Ming had defeated Black Demon. Although it was because he wasn't afraid of poison, he couldn't deny Qin Ming's strength.    

"Hmph..." Lang Yuan let out a cold snort and attacked Qin Ming first.    

He held a purple long blade in his hand. The back of the blade was very thick, and there were many iron rings hanging on it.    

When he raised the long blade, the iron hoops collided with the blade, creating a loud noise.    

"Kill!" The long blade in Lang Yuan's hand was the first to strike at Qin Ming's head.    

His attack wasn't fast, but the strength of the blade was huge, and its range was wide. This made it hard for Qin Ming to dodge, and it wasn't easy for him to take it head on.    

Anyone with experience in Martial Cultivator knew that the long blade in Lang Yuan's hand was a heavy weapon, especially when the back of the blade was thicker, and it was even heavier.    

For such a weapon, if the enemy chose to take it head on, they would have to withstand a thousand jun of gravity from the weapon.    

The other Martial Cultivator from the Lang Yuan Tribe were also unwilling to fall behind. Almost at the same time, they attacked Qin Ming. They waved all kinds of weapons and randomly slashed at Qin Ming, sealing off the space for him to dodge.    

In this way, Qin Ming could only fight with force. If he fought with force, Qin Ming, who did not have any weapons, might have his fist cut in half.    

Especially when he was attacking, the auras of the Martial Cultivator from the Langyuan Tribe were firmly locked onto Qin Ming. They wanted him to be afraid before the battle even began.    

"You're courting death!" Seeing the Langyuan Tribe launching a fierce attack on Qin Ming as they wished, black Demon, who was lying on the ground, forced himself to sit up. His eyes were filled with disdain towards the Langyuan Tribe.    

The Langyuan Tribe was completely unaware of Qin Ming's strength. If Lang Yuan dared to attack him, he would definitely suffer a great loss in the end.    

As for relying on them to kill Qin Ming, that was impossible.    

Black Demon stared at Qin Ming, looking for a chance to survive.    

He wanted to perish together with Qin Ming.    

The Langyuan Tribe and the Fallen Yu Tribe only knew about the Martial Cultivator that could refine the poison body. They could use powerful poison attacks, but they didn't know that the poison body had even more powerful means.    

Every Martial Cultivator that refined the poison body could only be used once in their lifetime. They could kill enemies that were stronger than them.    

As for Black Demon, he was confident that even a peak True Dragon Realm Martial Cultivator would die after being struck by his move!    

However, Qin Ming was very strong and he was seriously injured. Black Demon was not confident that he could hit Qin Ming, so he needed the help of the Langyuan Tribe.    

He had been lying to the Langyuan Tribe from the beginning to the end, waiting for an opportunity.    

"Die!" Lang Yuan was full of confidence in his attack, as if he had already seen Qin Ming being cut in half by him. He still had the leisure to look at the Yunyu Tribe and find out that they really didn't come out of the formation as he had expected. Lang Yuan was completely relieved.    

"Hmph..." Qin Ming really didn't dare to take Lang Yuan's attack head on.    

Although the scales on his hand were hard, there were already cracks on them when he fought Black Demon.    

If he had an indestructible glove now, then even if Wolf Yuan's attack was extremely powerful, he was confident that he would be able to block it.    

Now, he could only choose to avoid the edge of the blade.    

The battle was restrained. Qin Ming was even more anxious to repair the flames in his heart. If the flames were present, he was confident that he could even grab Lang Yuan's long blade with his hand.