Chapter 1757: Contempt

Watching the two knives approaching, Qin Ming stepped back calmly.
"You got Fooled."
Behind him, the short-sleeved old man didn't know when he appeared there, with a sinister smile on his face, and his dagger slashed towards Qin Ming's back.
It turned out that the other two old men's attacks were all under the covers.
They are all to cover the short-sleeved old man, this dagger is quick and urgent, and the dagger still emits black light and smell.
Obviously, poison was urged on the dagger.
The speed of the dagger was getting faster and faster, getting closer and closer to Qin Ming's back, as if it could penetrate Qin Ming in the next second.
Seeing this, a happy smile flashed across the face of the short-sleeved old man.
"My Qiliang likes to kill the genius the most. This young warrior looks like a genius."
"But what can you do with genius? It just means that the potential is good, and it's not about to die under my dagger."
Seeing the dagger approaching little by little, the smile on his face grew stronger and stronger.
However, the dagger did not penetrate Qin Ming's broad back as he imagined.
At the last moment, a big hand appeared and grabbed the dagger he was sure to win.
"How is it possible?" Looking up, Qi Liang was shocked when he saw Qin Ming's indifferent expression.
"The strategy is good, but it's too slow!" Qin Ming shook his head, his words full of disdain.
After speaking, the other hand was raised and punched at him.
Qi Liang was also a decisive person, and immediately abandoned the dagger, trying to escape.
But Qin Ming's hands are so powerful that he can break free.
With a little effort, Qin Ming pressed him in place.
Pressing on him with one hand, and squeezing a fist with the other, slammed into his head.
Behind him, the other two elders had raised their knives again and slashed at him.
Unfortunately, Qin Ming's fist is faster.
"boom……"
Without any accident, the fist hit Qiliang's head and blood spattered.
With a handicap, Qin Ming blocked the knife behind him with Qiliang's body, stepped back two steps, completely left the attack range, and looked at the two with a calm expression.
"Qiliang is dead?"
With the death of their companions, the two did not feel any sadness, but looked at Qin Ming in shock, and slowly moved back.
I thought that when they came to this place where the birds did not shit, they would be the king and hegemony.
So the warrior here doesn't take it seriously.
If they were in Zhongzhou, they would be very cautious when they encountered a warrior of the same level, and would not make any moves at will.
But where is it.
Most of the warriors here have not learned advanced source skills, and the bloodline level is low, definitely not the opponent of the three of them.
Unexpectedly, this time they kicked the iron.
Qin Ming looked young.
It means that he is not rich in combat experience and not strong.
But I didn't expect to easily break the attack trap they set up with great concentration, and kill Qiliang with one move.
They can't beat each other, and even if they get lucky, they will only hurt both sides.
Without any benefits, this battle is not worth it.
Seeing their fearful appearance, Qin Ming shook his head lightly and rushed forward.
"I said that I want you to be buried with you, but none of them are missing."
His figure was erratic, left for a while, right for a while, clenched his fist, and attacked the two.
Both were shocked at the same time.
The source technique used by this young man is so extraordinary.
Qiliang's death was not wronged.
"You can't escape, you can only fight."
The two elders were fierce in their hearts, holding the handle of the knife tightly, and at the same time slashed towards Qin Ming.