Chapter 1500: Dignity of warrior

Qin Ming's punch hit the Holy Master firmly, which surprised him.

After all, the Holy Lord is the pinnacle of Emperor Wu.

How could he not escape the blow of his temptation?

"Boom!"

The punch was on the skeleton of the Holy Lord's skeleton, and he was not blown away by a punch as he expected.

Qin Ming's powerful punch just made the Lord's body sway slightly.

"Is it just that little strength?"

Turning around without any haste, the Holy Master looked at Qin Ming: "With this little ability, you brazenly want to break through the Valkyrie with your own ability?"

Hearing the sarcastic words of the Holy Master, Qin Ming realized that it was not that he could not avoid it, but that he did not want to hide.

"How could you be so strong? How could it be?" Qin Ming's expression was ugly. He thought that he would be far from the peak of Emperor Wu, but he did not expect that the difference was so big.

Maybe, even if he tried his best, he couldn't win.

"It's not that I am strong, but you are too weak. You are just sitting on the well and watching the sky." The Holy Master shook his head, holding a knife in his hand, and slashed towards Qin Ming who was close at hand.

I didn't see how serious he was, just making a casual blow at an incredible speed, but just as soon as the knife was released, the blade came in front of Qin Ming, and the sharp light shook his mind.

"Boo..."

Qin Ming uses boxing, the fastest of all weapons.

Although the knife was very fast, he was always vigilant. At the moment when the holy master attacked, Qin Ming followed with it, and the second attack blocked the attack first.

However, it seemed that there was not much power at all, and there was no full blow at all, and it directly knocked Qin Ming away and landed in the pit that Yun Xiatian fell out of.

"Cough..." Lying on the ground, Qin Ming coughed violently, and as he coughed, blood came out of his mouth.

The blow just now, even though it was blocked, still hurt him with the power of the sword.

In the battle against others, Qin Ming has never lost in strength.

This time he tasted the taste of power being crushed.

This tastes very uncomfortable.

His strongest place was defeated gently by the opponent, even if Qin Ming was strong in mind, he was somewhat depressed in his heart.

He even began to doubt himself.

He took out a perfect heart-filling pill from the space ring, quickly put it in his mouth and swallowed it, then raised his head, looking at the Holy Master who was still standing there with a terrified expression.

His scorpion mask is very hideous, just looking at Qin Ming like this, without any intention of attacking him while Qin Ming is seriously injured.

It seems that in his heart, Qin Ming is an ant that can be trampled to death at any time.

"Now you know, what is the real strong, right?" The Holy Lord patted his bones, and his voice was obsessed: "Only this body is the most perfect."

"Your refining strength is really good, you are the strongest warrior I have ever seen."

"But no matter how strong it is, there is a limit."

"The limit of a mortal."

"Only by breaking through the shackles of mortals and replacing the blood on the body, can it be possible to stand higher."

In the words, the Holy Lord felt deeply proud that he carried the blood of the Holy God on his body.

"Bloodline?" Qin Ming's face was a little gloomy in the pothole.

He thought of Jiyue and the Hong family.

They are all people with blood, even if they don't practice their bodies, their bodies will become extremely strong.

And the reason why I am stronger than them is entirely based on hard work of willpower and pills.

Right now, the blood of the Holy Master is obviously higher than the blood of Jiyue and Hong Family, at least in the refining part, it is completely incomparable with the blood of Jiyue and Hong Family.

I want to come, I don't know how many warriors there are on the mainland, and I envy these people with blood.

Qin Ming was a little discouraged by his hard training and being crushed by the blood of the Holy Master.

After suffering so much, he still can't compare with someone with advanced blood.

Just like the children of ordinary families, no matter how hard they work, they can't keep up with the children born by the top forces.

No, all bloodlines must have their source. Those with bloodlines are most likely to be people without bloodlines. Through their own efforts, they will eventually break through the **** of war, wash themselves, and awaken their own bloodlines.

My generation of warriors, if you want blood, you should be awakening yourself.

The warrior only depends on himself!

Thinking of this, Qin Ming's frustration was gone. He stood up and looked at the holy lord full of fighting spirit: "No matter how strong the blood on your body is, it is not yours after all."

"I believe that using my own mortal blood can also lay the foundation for the road to the pinnacle of my martial artist."

"That **** evil god, if you can give you blood, you can take it back."

"Only what is obtained by oneself is truly reliable."

"Warriors never accept charity!"

Upon hearing this, the Holy Lord was furious.

Qin Ming dared to scold the holy god, dare to say that the blood on his body came from charity, it was like stepping on his proudest thing.

"Qin Ming, you are looking for death!" The murderous spirit of the holy master enveloped Qin Ming's whole body: "If the holy **** hadn't asked me to recruit you, I could end your life with the trick just now."

"I'll give you one last chance. Will you join us?"

"The humble dignity of the warrior, the arrogance in your heart, must have life to make sense."

"Fate is gone, what's the use of these?"

"Haha..." Qin Ming, who was enveloped in terrible murderous intent, laughed out loud: "I have suffered a lot in my life and suffered a lot of fatigue."

"I have suffered so much and suffered so much, for what purpose."

"The purpose is to live with dignity."

"I don't even have dignity. What's the point of being alive."

Looking at the Holy Master contemptuously, Qin Ming said impassionedly: "Don't say what you are going to do under the Holy Spirit. Even if you don't do it, he will give me the blood. I don't want it."

"Living like a ghost like you, I might as well die."

Hearing Qin Ming's words, the Holy Master shook his head with regret: "From ancient times to the present, you are the most talented person I have ever seen."

"To be honest, I really don't want you to die."

"But since you are stubborn, I can only fulfill you."

Qin Ming clenched his fists tightly, and the small red particles in the sky seemed to feel the tense atmosphere and danced beside him.

As the aura on the body gathered, the small red particles merged into it and turned into a pale red.

"Oh?" Seeing the aura on Qin Ming's body turned red, the holy master let out a horror: "It's interesting."

In his eyes, Qin Ming is an ant, but now it has only become a little bigger.

"war!"

Qin Ming never confronts passively, but prefers to take the initiative, even in the face of a terrifying enemy like the Holy Lord.

Stepping on the pink aura, Qin Ming's steps were erratic, his eyes focused.

Such an enemy is the only strong enemy he has seen in his life, and he uses all his strength when he makes a move.