Alchemy & Martial Supreme

C535 Young Master Xie



C535 Young Master Xie

0A body-refining Martial Cultivator. A powerful weapon in his hand... For a moment, Qin Ming was caught in a dilemma.    

    

Being passive was not Qin Ming's character. Turning passive into active was Qin Ming's style.    

    

He turned around and flew towards Saint Lord. Although Saint Lord had a body refining ability, his strength was not strong. As for Young Master Xia, with the Evil Dragon Whip in his hand, Qin Ming could not get close to him. A pushover would naturally pick the weak one.    

    

"Dragon-extinction." Qin Ming gathered the Spiritual Energy on his feet. With a flash, he dodged Young Master Xia's Long Whip and appeared behind Saint Lord.    

    

Saint Lord's body refining Martial Cultivator was not fast, at least not comparable to Qin Ming's. He was kicked again and flew towards the ground.    

    

This time, Saint Lord was fully focused. Qin Ming's attack was blocked by his arm. Although his arm felt numb, at least he was not injured like the previous two times.    

    

Qin Ming wanted to continue chasing, but Young Master Xia used the same trick again, interrupting Qin Ming's attack.    

    

"Damn it, this is not the way." Qin Ming was annoyed. If it wasn't for Young Master Xia, killing this bullshit Saint Lord would have been a matter of minutes.    

    

"Bastard! Bastard!" Saint Lord's eyes were red, and his mouth was spitting out flames.    

    

This was the third time that he had been sent flying. Although his injuries weren't too serious, it was still extremely humiliating.    

    

When had he ever suffered such a loss? He immediately felt that Qin Ming was treating him like a soft persimmon. An unknown flame surged in his heart, and he wanted to shred Qin Ming into a thousand pieces.    

    

"Why are you so fast?" Young Master Xia had a solemn expression on his face. At first, he thought that it was just a coincidence, but after repeated attacks, he understood that Qin Ming's speed was extraordinary.    

    

Although Saint Lord wasn't good at speed, he wasn't someone that could be hit by any Martial Cultivator.    

    

Qin Ming's attacks had never missed. Obviously, his speed was not something Saint Lord could compare with.    

    

Qin Ming didn't answer Young Master Xia. He was thinking about how to break out of this situation.    

    

He didn't want to drag this out. Who knew if these two had sent people to attack his family?    

    

Young Master Xia obviously didn't have the patience. When he saw that Qin Ming didn't respond, he immediately rushed towards Qin Ming.    

    

Qin Ming's body flashed. He didn't want to get entangled with Young Master Xia. Instead, he appeared behind Saint Lord and gave him another kick.    

    

"Argh!" Saint Lord was sent flying by the kick and let out an angry roar. He felt that he had been humiliated.    

    

Qin Ming instantly understood what was going on. With the two of them working together, there was no way he could fight them head on. He could only defeat them one by one.    

    

Although Saint Lord did not suffer any serious injuries every time he was attacked, the accumulated injuries could still kill him.    

    

"Ah..." Saint Lord flew around in the sky like this, looking very pathetic.    

    

The repeated attacks made Saint Lord's arm completely numb.    

    

"Damn it." Young Master Xia had also seen through Qin Ming's plan. However, although his attacks made Qin Ming afraid, his speed was not as fast as Qin Ming's, so he could only let Qin Ming lead him by the nose.    

    

"Ah!" Saint Lord's arm was numb, and he was unable to parry Qin Ming's attack. He was kicked in the nose by Qin Ming on the spot, and his nose was bleeding.    

    

Saint Lord had completely collapsed. He let out a loud roar, and his Qi rose.    

    

"Forbidden technique?" Qin Ming was shocked and quickly retreated.    

    

"Ah, Qin Ming, you should die now. You should be proud that you are able to force my forbidden technique out. I will tear you into pieces." After Saint Lord used the forbidden technique, his confidence exploded, and he burst into wild laughter.    

    

Qin Ming shook his head, wondering if this kid had been struck dumb.    

    

"Come on, why aren't you coming? Aren't you very fast? Why aren't you attacking? " Saint Lord shouted.    

    

"Why should I go over there? Won't it be better if I collect the corpse after your forbidden technique ends?" Qin Ming said as if it was a matter of course.    

    


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