Alchemy & Martial Supreme

The opponent's martial arts cultivation had reached the late stage of the half-step Supreme Realm, and it was not an ordinary late stage half-step Supreme Realm, but a half-step Supreme Realm that had been waiting for a long time.    

She was only at the middle stage of half-step Supreme Realm, and she had just broken through to the middle stage of half-step Supreme Realm. She had not even stabilized her cultivation.    

She was not a match for the opponent.    

However, she did not need to defeat the opponent.    

Qin Xixuan lifted the thin sword in her hand and blocked the long sword that was attacking her heart.    

The two of them fought back and forth, and the battle became intense.    

However, everyone could tell that Qin Xixuan was at a disadvantage.    

Golden Finch was stronger than her.    

At this moment, Qin Ming made his move.    

Qin Ming took a step forward and appeared in front of Qin Xixuan. He did not care about anything else and punched out.    

Golden Finch looked at Qin Ming's fist and did not care.    

Because the long sword in his hand was faster.    

He had always been on guard against Qin Ming.    

He was confident that if Qin Ming's fist hit him, his long sword would be able to stab Qin Ming first.    

However, the aura that was suddenly emitted from his fist and the danger that made his scalp tingle made Golden Finch's heart tremble.    

If this sword was to hit him, Qin Ming would not die.    

However, if Qin Ming's fist landed, he would definitely die.    

"Help!" Golden Finch shouted.    

He felt an extreme danger.    

Golden Finch and the others were behind him. When they saw Qin Ming intervene, Golden Finch and Qin Xixuan's battle was also ready to be fought at any time.    

However, Qin Ming's speed was simply too fast.    

Jin Su didn't dare to rashly step forward.    

His martial arts cultivation had already reached the limit of the half-step Supreme Realm. As long as he could obtain the method to convert the heroic spirit energy, he would have the confidence to break through to the Supreme Realm.    

In the future, he would be a Supreme Realm powerhouse with a noble status.    

Therefore, he cherished his life very much.    

In the past, he cherished his life as well. After all, he only had one life.    

Now, he cherished it even more. When he saw that Jin Su was in danger, he didn't think of saving him, but instead, he wanted his subordinates to save him.    

Therefore, Jin Su immediately gave the order.    

If Jin Su personally went to save him, with his strength, he might be able to catch up.    

However, he needed time to give the order, and his subordinates needed time to react.    

When they went to save Jin Su, Qin Ming's fist had already landed on Jin Su's long sword.    

Jin Su didn't choose to meet Qin Ming head-on in the end. Instead, he withdrew his long sword and blocked Qin Ming's fist.    

After all, if he used his sword, Qin Ming would at most be injured. However, if Qin Ming's fist hit him without any resistance, he would be dead for sure.    

However, what Jin Su didn't expect was that Qin Ming's fist was very heavy, and the strength on it was extremely terrifying.    

When the long sword in his hand came into contact with Qin Ming's fist, it was suppressed uncontrollably, pressing down on his body.    

Qin Ming's punch landed, and even the sword and the person were smashed into the ground.    

Jin Su died. His body was in the ground, his head and feet were outside, and his eyes bulged out. He died with a grievance.    

At the very least, Jin Fang was a late stage half-step Supreme Realm warrior, and he was considered a person.    

But Qin Ming had only used one punch, and he had died just like that.    

If he had known earlier that his sword would not be of any use against Qin Ming's attack, he would have stabbed down with his sword even more viciously.    

It was useless no matter how much he regretted it. He had lost all his consciousness in an instant, and died!    

Qin Ming kept Jin Fang's corpse and retreated with Qin Xixuan at the fastest speed possible.    

Standing in front of Qin Xixuan, Qin Ming had a faint smile on his face as he looked at the people of the Golden Horn Tribe behind him.