C3173 Fight to the Death
C3173 Fight to the Death
It was already his strongest attack!
"Boom..." A shocking explosion sounded out as roughly thirty Wyrm Realm Poison Demons flew backwards. They swallowed fresh blood, and their fresh blood contained a large amount of internal organs.
Apart from the thirty Wyrm-level Poison Devils, who were sent flying backwards, the other thirty Wyrm-level Poison Devils were also sent flying. Boom! Boom! Boom!
Many Wyrm-level Poison Demons died from this punch, and many were fatally injured.
After this punch was thrown, Qin Ming bent over and panted heavily.
Although he hadn't used much strength in his previous attack against the Flood Dragon Realm Poison Devils.
However, there were too many Flood Dragon Poison Devils. Even if he was physically strong, he wouldn't be able to withstand continuous attacks.
In addition to this attack, he used his full strength.
At this moment, Qin Ming felt a sense of emptiness in his body.
"Oh no!"
Qin Ming's expression changed dramatically.
Just as he was out of breath, the scar-faced Poison Devil caught up to him. Not only that, he also attacked him without making any sound.
When Qin Ming found out that the other party had already arrived in front of him.
"Go to hell!" With a smile on his face, the scar-faced Dragon Realm Poison Devil stabbed at Qin Ming's chest with the sharp sword in his hand.
Qin Ming wanted to block it, but the sword was already in front of him, and it was already too late.
He could only desperately move his body to avoid the fatal points.
"Ci..."
A sword pierced through the chest, and a bright red flower of blood sprayed out from Qin Ming's body.
"Ah!" Qin Ming roared loudly. His left hand grabbed the long sword that was stabbed into his chest, and his right hand formed a fist. He gathered all the remaining strength in his body, and launched the fiercest attack against the scar-faced Poison Devil.
Seeing that Qin Ming wasn't dead yet, and was even launching an attack so fiercely, scar-faced's face revealed a look of fear.
He wanted to dodge, but the long sword in his hand was firmly grasped by Qin Ming. He had no way to pull the long sword out.
He had planned to cut Qin Ming in half after he stabbed him.
However, Qin Ming caught the sword in time. Even though the sharp edge of the sword made him bleed, he did not care. He held the sword tightly and attacked him fiercely.
If he wanted to dodge, he had to give up the sword in his hand.
But once he gave up, he would miss the best time to kill Qin Ming.
Although this sword had seriously injured Qin Ming, with Qin Ming's saint blood Martial Cultivator and many perfect dragon-grade healing pill, if he couldn't kill Qin Ming with a single strike, it would take a lot of effort to kill him.
Most importantly, since he had killed Qin Ming, all the credit for killing Qin Ming would be his.
This credit was extremely attractive. With this credit, he would become the true confidant of the devil ancestor.
He didn't want to give up.
However, he couldn't give up either. Everyone knew how powerful Qin Ming's attack was.
If he used his body to take this attack head on, he would definitely die.
If he died, there would be nothing left, and he would even let Qin Ming escape.
Therefore, there seemed to be an answer to how he should choose.
Although he really didn't want to give up, the scar-faced Poison Devil still gave up in the end.
But it was already too late.
Just as he was hesitating, Qin Ming's fist suddenly accelerated, and a force of gravity enveloped his body, making it difficult for him to move even a single step backwards.
"This is bad!" The scar-faced Poison Devil's expression changed dramatically.
He had forgotten that Qin Ming had a strange Dao Origin Skill that could cause people to feel a strong pulling force.
All the information about Qin Ming was known by the Dragon Realm Poison Demon.
As a trusted aide of the Devil Ancestor, he naturally knew about it.
However, he had never fought Qin Ming before. Also, because of Qin Ming's ferocious attack just now, he had forgotten about it for a moment.