Chapter 1502: No weakness

The aura on Qin Ming's body completely locked the head of the Holy Master, and the Holy Master had just taken a blow. If he wanted to block or attack, he had to retract his arm first.

This blow, Qin Ming has planned for a long time, is a blow he is bound to win.

"Boom..."

As expected, the Holy Master had no time to evade, and the attack hit the masked head of the Holy Master.

A heavy blow hit the Holy Lord who had not had time to defend, and the spiritual energy was injected into him with Dao Yun, shattering his mask and destroying everything in his body.

Qin Ming has always been unclear about what his Dao is, but there is no doubt that Dao is powerful. Now he uses his full strength to attack, and he continuously injects Dao into the Holy Lord.

"Huhu..."

With his fist imprinted on the holy master, Qin Ming gasped violently, and struck out the Seven Strikes Raging Dragon Absolute in one go, plus the final blow, dampening his strength.

The Holy Lord was hit and stood still without any action.

After Qin Ming injected all the Tao in his body into him, he slowly backed away, staring at him tightly.

Dao wandered in the body of the Holy Master, Qin Ming didn't feel any life, even with such a full blow, Qin Ming didn't know whether he died or not.

From the appearance of the Holy Master to the present, Qin Ming has not felt the breath of life in him.

Unexpectedly, now that he was hit head-on, even Dao would invade his body, yet he still didn't feel the breath of life in him.

It's like an ordinary stone.

Under Qin Ming's gaze, the mask on the holy lord's face shattered, revealing a head entirely made of bones.

On top of it, Qin Ming's Tao is wandering, continuing to destroy.

The cloak on the Lord's body was just ordinary cloth, how could it resist Dao Yun, and it instantly turned into powder.

A dark red skeleton that had been dead for a thousand years appeared in front of Qin Ming.

"Did you die?"

Qin Ming stared at the holy lord, he hadn't moved, still maintaining the posture that he had just thrown his fist.

But there was no aura of life in him, and Qin Ming couldn't judge his life state based on this.

"Unexpectedly, your way is so peculiar." Skull's mouth opened and closed, and Qin Ming was taken aback by a sudden voice.

Skull turned his head slightly and ‘looked’ at Qin Ming: "This is the first time I have seen this kind of Tao. It is stronger than all the Taos I have seen."

"It is much stronger than the Tao in my body."

"It's really enviable."

"Unfortunately, your strength is too bad, even with such a powerful Dao, it can't change your own strength."

Qin Ming was not happy that he was praised by the skeleton. He looked up and down the skeleton with an ugly expression, looking for weakness.

"No need to look for it, I have no weaknesses!" Skeleton said indifferently, as expected: "I am also a martial artist. If I have weaknesses, would I be so indifferent?"

"Do you really think I didn't find you hiding behind?"

"I just don't want to expose it."

"I want to see how you act."

"It seems that you have no tricks. In that case, you can go to death."

The holy lord walked towards Qin Ming step by step, not fast, but in an instant he came to Qin Ming, punched out, and Qin Ming found that the space around him was blocked and there was no way to hide.

"boom……"

Two fists struck each other, and Qin Ming was knocked into the air just like just now.

This time, the Holy Master didn't give him a chance to breathe. He flew forward and blasted Qin Ming with a punch again. The thin-looking skeleton hit Qin Ming's chest with lightning speed.

"Ahem..."

After receiving this punch abruptly, Qin Ming coughed violently, and spewed out a few mouthfuls of blood. With just one punch, Qin Ming lost his combat effectiveness.

"Boom..."

Qin Ming was flying in the air, and the Holy Master hit Qin Ming's heart with a punch without hesitation, and directly pressed him to the ground.

Qin Ming, who was printed on the ground, began to lose the expression in his eyes.

"Zizi, the dignity of the martial artist." The saint master shook his head, his mouth was full of mockery: "Your so-called dignity of the martial artist does not seem to save you."

"Do you regret it now?"

"No...no regrets!" On the ground, Qin Ming looked up at the sky, breathing slowly.

He was waiting for the last chance, waiting for the skeleton to lose his alertness completely.

From Qin Ming's eyes, it can be seen that the whole body of his body is composed of a kind of bone, indeed, as he said, there is no weakness.

If you want to defeat him, even one hundred Wudi peak powerhouses can't do it.

However, Qin Ming still has a trick.

That ghost fire that can melt the artifact!

Youhuo has a strong offensive power, but he doesn't control it. He uses it to attack very slowly.

As long as the Holy Master has a trace of vigilance, he will not be able to hit.

As long as it does not hit, with the strength of the Holy Master, there is no possibility of hitting again.

The Holy Lord looked at Qin Ming on the ground, shook his head, clenched his fists and raised them: "It seems that you would rather want that sad dignity than join us."

"I really don't know what you think. With such favorable conditions, any warrior can only dream of it."

"In this case, you can go to death."

After speaking, the Holy Master struck Qin Ming's heart with a punch without hesitation.

"Oops!"

The holy lord killed him so decisively, he did not expect, and now he doesn't even have the strength to lift his head, how can he use the eyes of the sky.

The Holy Master didn't know Qin Ming's thoughts, and with unmatched power on his fist, he headed towards Qin Ming. As long as this blow hits, Qin Ming will die on the spot in his current state.

"Boo..."

At this critical moment, a gray broadsword appeared in front of the fist, blocking the fatal blow.

Two figures passed by and took Qin Ming who was lying on the ground.

"Extremely leap, absolutely no cliff."

Qin Ming thought he had hallucinations, how could the two of them appear here?

Moreover, how could they break through Emperor Wu in a short time?

Ji Yuezheng stared at the weird skeleton in front of him with a serious face, and Jue Wuya took out the perfect heart-filling pill from the spatial ring and stuffed it on Qin Ming.

Feeling the vitality of the heart-buying pills wandering in his body, Qin Ming realized that this was not an illusion, but a real occurrence.

Immediately, he began to communicate with the small red particles everywhere in the air, commanding them to document their injuries.

Little red particles in the air joined, and the Holy Lord's way remained in Qin Ming's wound, which was cleaned up little by little.

Soon, Qin Ming resumed his actions and quickly took out the Heart Supplement Pill from the Space Ring, and ate them one by one like jelly beans.

The Holy Lord in the distance did not move, but watched with interest the gray broadsword in Jiyue's hand.

"This big knife, is Dao Wei?"

"How do you know?" Ji Yue was taken aback. This was something from before the ancient times. Other than Qin Ming who had seen Dao Wei, there were people who knew about it.