Alchemy & Martial Supreme

Qin Ming had planned this attack for a long time, and it was an attack that he was determined to get.    

"Bang!"    

As expected, Saint Lord had no time to dodge. This attack hit Saint Lord's masked head.    

The powerful strike hit Saint Lord, who didn't have time to defend himself. The Spiritual Energy was infused into his body, shattering his mask and destroying everything in his body.    

Qin Ming didn't know what his Dao was, but there was no doubt that his Dao was powerful. Now that he had attacked with all his strength, he had used his strongest attack, and he was continuously injecting his Dao into Saint Lord's body.    

"Hu... Hu..."    

His fist landed on Saint Lord's body. Qin Ming was gasping for air. He unleashed seven Dragon-extinction attacks in a row, and with the last attack, he had almost exhausted all of his strength.    

Saint Lord was hit, and he just stood there without making any movements.    

Qin Ming injected all the Dao in his body into Saint Lord's body. He slowly stepped back and stared at Saint Lord.    

The Dao moved around Saint Lord's body, but Qin Ming didn't feel any signs of life. Even with such a powerful strike, Qin Ming still didn't know whether he was dead or not.    

From the moment Saint Lord appeared until now, Qin Ming hadn't sensed any signs of life from him.    

He never thought that even though the Dao had invaded his body, he still couldn't sense any signs of life from Saint Lord's body.    

It was just like an ordinary rock.    

Under Qin Ming's gaze, the mask on Saint Lord's face shattered, revealing a head that was completely made up of bones.    

There was still Qin Ming's Dao flowing on it, and it was continuing to destroy it.    

The cloak on Saint Lord's body was just an ordinary cloth. How could it resist the Dao? It instantly turned into powder.    

A dark red skeleton that looked like it had been dead for a thousand years appeared in front of Qin Ming.    

"Is it dead or not?"    

Qin Ming stared at Saint Lord. He had not moved at all. He still maintained the posture of punching just now.    

He did not have any life force on him, so Qin Ming could not judge his condition based on this.    

"I never thought that your Dao would be so strange." The skeleton opened and closed its mouth, and a voice suddenly came out of it, startling Qin Ming.    

The skeleton turned its head slightly and said, look. Qin Ming: "This is the first time I've seen such a Dao. It's stronger than any Dao I've ever seen."    

"It's much stronger than the Dao in my body."    

"It's really enviable."    

"Unfortunately, your strength is too weak. Even if you have such a powerful Dao, it still won't be able to change your own strength. "    

Qin Ming wasn't happy to be praised by the skeleton. His expression was ugly as he looked at the skeleton's body from top to bottom, looking for its weakness.    

"No need to look, I have no weakness!" The skeleton's tone was indifferent, as if it was a matter of course. "I'm also a Martial Cultivator. If I had weaknesses in my body, would I be so unconcerned?"    

"You really think I didn't notice you hiding behind me?"    

"I just didn't want to expose you."    

"I want to see how you perform."    

"Looks like you don't have any moves left. Since that's the case, you can die now."    

Saint Lord walked towards Qin Ming step by step. His speed wasn't fast, but in an instant, he was in front of Qin Ming. He threw out a punch, and Qin Ming discovered that the space around him had been sealed. There was no way for him to escape.    

"* Hong Long...... *"    

Two fists collided, and Qin Ming was sent flying away just like before.    

This time, Saint Lord didn't give him a chance to catch his breath. He flew forward and threw another punch at Qin Ming. That seemingly thin and weak skeleton struck Qin Ming's chest with lightning speed.    

"Cough cough..."    

Qin Ming coughed violently after receiving the punch. He even spat out a few mouthfuls of blood. With just one punch, Qin Ming lost his combat strength.    

"Bang!"    

Qin Mingren was flying in the air. Saint Lord did not hesitate to punch Qin Ming in the heart, pressing him into the ground.    

Qin Ming, who was imprinted on the ground, began to lose his spirit.    

"Zi Zi Zi, the dignity of the Martial Cultivator." Saint Lord shook his head, his mouth full of ridicule. "Your so-called dignity of the Martial Cultivator doesn't seem to be able to save you."    

"Do you regret it now?"    

"No... I don't regret it!" On the ground, Qin Ming looked up at the sky, and his breathing became slower and slower.    

He was waiting for the last chance, waiting for the skeleton to completely lose its vigilance.    

In Qin Ming's eyes, he could see that his entire body was made up of bones, just like he had said, there were no weaknesses.    

If he wanted to defeat him... Even a hundred Peak of Martial Monarch warriors would not be able to defeat him.    

However, Qin Ming still had his ultimate move.    

The Nether Fire that could melt divine weapons!    

The Nether Fire's attack power was strong, but he did not control it. Using it to attack was very slow.    

As long as Saint Lord was alert, he would not be able to hit it.    

As long as he didn't hit it, with Saint Lord's strength, there was no way he could hit it.    

Saint Lord looked at Qin Ming who was on the ground, shook his head, and clenched his fist. "It seems that you would rather have that pathetic dignity than join us."    

"I really don't know what you are thinking. Such a generous offer is something that any Martial Cultivator would dream of."    

"Since that's the case, you can die now."    

After saying that, Saint Lord threw a punch towards Qin Ming's heart without hesitation.    

"Oh no!"    

Saint Lord had killed him so decisively. It was out of his expectation. Now, he didn't even have the strength to lift his head. How could he use his Heavenly Eye?    

Saint Lord didn't know what Qin Ming was thinking. His fist carried an unparalleled strength as it flew towards Qin Ming. As long as this strike hit Qin Ming, given his current condition, he would die on the spot.    

"Bang!"    

At this critical moment, a grey blade appeared in front of his fist, blocking the fatal strike.    

Two figures flashed past and took away Qin Ming, who was lying on the ground.    

"Jiyue, Jue Wuya."    

Qin Ming thought he was hallucinating. How could the two of them appear here?    

Besides, how could they break through to the Martial Emperor in such a short period of time?    

Jiyue was staring at the strange skeleton in front of him with a serious expression. Jue Wuya took out the Perfect Heart-nourishing Pill from his Dimensional Ring and stuffed it into Qin Ming's body.    

Qin Ming only reacted when he felt the life force in the Heart Healing Pill swimming around in his body. This was not an illusion, it had really happened.    

He hurriedly started communicating with the red tiny particles in the air, directing them to report the injuries on his body.    

With the addition of the tiny red particles in the air, the wounds on Qin Ming's body still contained Saint Lord's Dao, which was being cleaned up bit by bit.    

Very quickly, Qin Ming recovered his mobility. He hurriedly took out the Heart Healing Pill from his interspatial Dimensional Ring and ate it like candy.    

Saint Lord, who was far away, did not move. Instead, he looked at the gray saber in Jiyue's hand with interest.    

"Is this blade made by the Dao?"    

"How do you know?" Jiyue was shocked. This was something that happened in the ancient times, except for Qin Ming, who was the one who saw the Dao for the Dao. There's actually someone else who knows.