Qin Ming attacked with all his strength, including straight punches, hooks, elbows, violent punches, volley kicks, spinning kicks... He was almost in a state of berserk, and the dense offensive was like a gust of wind and rain, flooding Wei Changkong, giving him no chance at all. Any chance of a counterattack, the crackling sound of the impact echoed throughout the arena, making people's scalp numb.
Qin Ming controlled the battlefield, beating Wei Changkong and completely suppressing him.
Qin Ying looked at Qin Ming in the animal farm and couldn't believe that this was her brother.
Yao'er's eyes were filled with brilliance. She admired Qin Ming's violent style on the battlefield the most. This time it seems that he is more at ease with martial arts than at the Eight Sects Tea Party. He is wild in his composure, and he is domineering in his silence. This is strength, confidence, and contempt!
Qin Ming attacked continuously for hundreds of rounds, suppressing Wei Changkong and hitting him from the center to the edge of the arena. The last blow shattered Wei Changkong's spiritual shield and hit his head with a heavy punch. Wei Changkong felt like he was struck by lightning. , in an instant, the skin and flesh on his face rippled, his eyes rolled, and his saliva splashed.
Wei Changkong flew sideways and hit the paddock at the edge of the animal farm. The thick paddock made of rocks was knocked out into cracks, and blood burst out.
Wei Changkong bounced to the ground, twitched slightly, and could no longer stand up.
humiliation! Humiliation like never before!
A beating, a complete beating.
Wei Changkong still wanted to fight again, but his three-meter-tall body suddenly retracted as if deflated, his consciousness was spinning, and he fell into a coma.
This violent transformation is very powerful and can last for a limited time. The sequelae will make him comatose for three to five days and in pain for more than ten days.
In the next half month, Wei Changkong may really be lying in bed.
The entire audience was silent, all shocked by Qin Ming's series of fierce attacks.
Such a battle with such momentum has great visual impact and can also stimulate the emotions of the spectators.
The disciples of the temple suddenly had the illusion that Wei Changkong was a beast, or was it more like Qin Ming? This kid was silent during the battle, as if he didn't say a few words from beginning to end, which was in sharp contrast to the fighting frenzy he showed.
"The warm-up is almost done, let's start?" Qin Ming took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. He deliberately glanced at Cao Wujiang, feeling extremely contemptuous of this situation. Python Prince Mansion, no! ! Want to humiliate me? I'll make you feel ashamed first!
Cao Wujiang's fists clenched loudly and he hated Qin Ming. Qin Ming should have just entered the Xuanwu Realm. How could he have such strong combat effectiveness? Moreover, Cao Wujiang could see that Qin Ming didn't use all his strength at all, and it was enough to use 50%. Qin Ming was cheating on Wei Changkong, and he was humiliating Cao Wujiang in disguise, slapping him in the face.
"Young Master is so strong!" The Qin family guards cheered loudly with excitement. Although they had seen the fight between Qin Ming and Yao'er, it was completely different from today's battle scene. Yao'er's offensive was very tricky, and the two of them were more in a confrontational game. They couldn't be as hearty as they were today.
Cai Yi is even more excited and wonderful! Bravo! She knew that Qin Ming was very strong now, but she didn't expect that he would be so strong. It was simply a killing!
For more than half a year, although Qin Ming continued to create miracles, rose from being a servant, and became famous in the Northern Territory, Qin Ming's outstanding performances were all outside the Qingyun Sect. It can be said that except for Mucheng and others, no one in the Qingyun Sect was sure that Qin Ming was real. How strong is it. Today, I saw it with my own eyes, and it was stronger than I expected.
"How is it?" The disciples of the temple exchanged looks. They could feel Qin Ming's powerful strength, which was well-deserved. Who's on? Who is sure to subdue him
The handsome young man before was silent, and so was the majestic young man. It's not that he's afraid, but he's comparing Qin Ming's strength with his own. They represent the Templar and must either not take action or win.
"Who comes first?" Qin Ming took the initiative to ask for a fight.
first come? How many more do you want to hit? The temple disciples don’t look good. Boy, you must be a little arrogant!
"It's okay if there are two." Yao'er was afraid that the world would not be in chaos, and she liked Qin Ming's unintentional strength.
"Miss Yao'er, don't cause trouble!" Tu Wei quickly reminded, this is the royal temple.
Yao'er chuckled: "What are you afraid of? They are not qualified to be arrogant in front of Qin Ming. The holy church is divided into three parts, the outer hall disciples, the inner hall disciples, and the Shengyan disciples. Just like the ordinary disciples and direct disciples of Qingyun Sect, Jin Ling's disciples are almost the same. I don't deny that the inner hall disciples are all elites and a bit strange, but who is Qin Ming in our family, Xiuluozi! A few inner hall disciples are not enough for him, and there may be some suspense about a disciple of Sheng Yan. "
Tu Wei and others smiled bitterly, you really think highly of the young master.
Caiyi was not happy to hear this. Why did you open and shut your family's Qin Ming? Why did Qin Ming become your family's
After the handsome young man asked the three elders for instructions in a low voice, he smiled and said: "We have a proposal. How about recreating City Lord Qin's famous battle at the Eight Sects Tea Party, with one against two?"
"One against two? Shameless!" The Qin family was not happy. They were already a little panicked when they faced you, the disciples of the Holy Temple, but you are going to fight one against two.
"They are scared." Yao'er said happily, because he was afraid that he would not be able to win Qin Ming and would lose face.
A man and a woman walked down the stand: "Don't get me wrong, Mr. Qin, we don't mean to bully you. We, siblings, have always fought together. We practice a combination of martial arts. Our combined power can barely compete with other temple disciples. You don’t need to stress.”
"You can act so naturally even if you are shameless! I admire you!" Jiang Bin muttered, deliberately lowering your worth and blocking others' mouths
Cao Wujiang's face gradually looked better. He was worthy of being a disciple of the Holy Temple, and his words were of a high standard!
Qin Ming looked at them and did not protest. Instead, he raised his hand to invite a fight: "Please!"
The disciples of the temple all showed a slight smile, the boy is not bad, he knows the current affairs!
"Young master, really want to fight one against two? They are all inner disciples of the temple." Tu Wei frowned in concern. It was not that he didn't believe in Qin Ming, but he rashly used it without knowing the true strength of the disciples of the temple. One against two is too dangerous. These people came with great force and made it clear that they wanted to take the title of Shurazi who was ordered by Qin.
"Temple disciple, Feng Yiyun!"
"Temple disciple, Feng Yixuan!"
The boys and girls walked to the animal farm, asked Qin for orders to fight, and entered the dense forest on both sides.
Feng Yiyun's aura was erratic, while Feng Yixuan's aura was sharp. The sister and brother stared at Qin Ming, walking slowly and walking out of a strange aura, which silently filled the entire animal farm.
Suddenly, the wind blows, the forest moves, the dust dances lightly, and the animal farm becomes quieter and quieter.
Qin Ming was not careless, he held the ancient sword tightly and stood ready. It’s not that he is too arrogant, he is confident! If he couldn't stand out from his peers even with the Shura Sword and Golden Blood, it only meant that he wasn't doing well enough. The two temple disciples could just test his true strength level.
Suddenly, Qin Ming lost sight of the two of them, as if they had completely disappeared from the dense forest.
Abrupt and mysterious.
Without a trace!
The gentle breeze blew through the woods, picking up dead leaves and dust, flying in the messy forest land, echoing the whining sound of the wind.
Qin Ming stared slightly, and electric light burst out all over his body, illuminating the forest floor. The Dayan Ancient Sword trembled slightly, and the sword energy was sharp.
"Do you know their siblings?" Cai Yi couldn't help but ask Yao'er. She was worried about Qin Ming.
Yao'er shook her head and was observing intently. Although she believed that Qin Ming would win, she also believed that he would not win easily. The inner disciples of the Holy Church were not that easy to deal with. Mobile phone users please browse and read for a better reading experience.