Passiveness is not Qin Ming's character. It is Qin Ming's style to turn passiveness into initiative.
He turned and flew towards the holy lord. Although the holy lord has body refining, his strength is not strong, and the evil son is holding an evil dragon whip, and Qin Ming can't get close at all. Of course, persimmon is picking softly.
"The Raptors must be." Qin Ming gathered spiritual energy on his feet, and dodged, avoiding the evil son's long whip, and appeared behind the holy master.
The saint master is a body-refining martial artist, his body is not fast, at least incomparable with Qin Ming, he was kicked again and flew towards the ground.
This time the holy lord was fully focused. Qin Ming's attack was blocked by his arm. Although he felt his arm was numb, at least he was not injured like the previous two times.
Qin Ming wanted to continue pursuing the attack, but the evil son rehabilitated and interrupted Qin Ming's attack.
"Damn it, this is not the way." Qin Ming was annoyed. If there was no evil son, killing this holy lord would definitely be a matter of minutes.
"Asshole, asshole." The Holy Lord's eyes were red, and fire burst out from his mouth.
This is the third time he has been beaten out. The injury is not too serious, but he is extremely embarrassed.
When did he experience this kind of loss, he immediately felt that Qin Ming was treating him as a soft persimmon, and there was an unnamed fire surging in his heart, trying to break Qin Ming's body into pieces.
"Why are you so fast?" The evil son looked solemn. He began to think it was just accident, but the repeated attacks made him understand that Qin Ming's speed was extraordinary.
Although the holy master is not good at speed, it is not a casual warrior that can hit it.
And Qin Ming's attack has never failed. Obviously, his speed is not comparable to that of the Holy Master.
Qin Ming did not answer the evil son, thinking about how to break the game.
He doesn't want to drag on, who knows if these two people sent someone to attack his family.
The evil son was obviously impatient. Seeing that Qin Ming didn't talk to him, he rushed towards Qin Ming.
Qin Ming's body flashed, not entangled with the evil son, but appeared behind the holy master, kicking again.
"Ah!" The holy lord was kicked into the air and roared in anger. He felt insulted.
Qin Ming also wanted to understand at this moment. When the two of them cooperated, he couldn't fight hard, and could only defeat them individually.
Although the Holy Lord was not seriously injured every time he was attacked, he could accumulate a lot, and he could still kill him.
"Ah..." The Holy Lord flew around in the air like this, feeling embarrassed.
Repeated attacks also made the Lord's arm completely unconscious.
"Damn it." The evil son also saw Qin Ming's plan, but although his attack made Qin Ming jealous, his speed was not as fast as Qin Ming, and he could only be led by his nose.
"Ah!" The Lord's arm was numb, unable to withstand Qin Ming's attack, he was kicked in the nose by Qin Ming on the spot, nosebleeds flying wildly.
The holy lord completely collapsed, and he roared, his whole body rising vigorously.
"Forbidden surgery?" Qin Ming was surprised and quickly returned.
"Ah, Qin Ming, take it to death. You are proud to be able to force my forbidden technique. I want to dismember you." After using the forbidden technique, the Holy Master burst into confidence and laughed wildly.
Qin Ming shook his head, wondering if the child was stupid.
"Come on, why aren't you here? Aren't you fast? Why don't you attack?" The Holy Lord shouted.
"Why should I go there? When your forbidden technique is over, wouldn't it be better for me to collect the corpse?" Qin Ming said naturally.
