Chapter 1172

"Arrogant, you are too arrogant!" Hearing Qin Ming's words, Wang Zhenwei took out the two swords in the space ring and said coldly.

Qin Ming smiled lightly, "Arrogant? I don't think it's arrogant."

"Don't think it's great just because you've been promoted to Martial Saint, we have eleven Martial Saints here." Wang Zhao stared at Qin Ming, "I advise you to surrender!"

"I'm afraid that if we can't hold back, we will kill you all at once!"

"Then come!" Qin Ming clenched his fist with his right hand and appeared in front of Wang Zhao with a vigorous step.

So fast?

Qin Ming's figure was like a flash of lightning, except for Wang Zhenwei, no one could follow.

"Get out of the way!" Wang Zhenwei's aura is always on Qin Ming's body. The moment he noticed Qin Ming's action, he also instantly saw his target. punch.

"snort……"

Seeing Wang Zhao being knocked into the air, Qin Ming didn't attack him, but set his target on Wang Zhenwei.

A powerful and heavy punch turned into a palm, with a whistling sound in the palm, the aura was restrained, and there was a faint flash of glory, and the palm slapped on the two swords, making a dull sound.

Feeling the power from the two swords, Wang Zhenwei's face changed drastically, and his hands moved back slightly, the aura attached to the palms, trying to subtly dissolve Qin Ming's palm strength.

But is Qin Ming's power so easy to dispel?

Layers of power surged towards the two swords. Wang Zhenwei stepped back again and again. With every step, there was a crack in the bluestone ground. With every step, his palm trembled, and he retreated three steps in a row. The power on the two swords before it all dissipated.

The two swords in his hands kept trembling and buzzing, Wang Zhenwei stared at Qin Ming in shock.

All this happened in an instant, Qin Ming and Wang Zhenwei exchanged a move in an instant, and many martial saints reacted, and rushed towards Qin Ming with weapons.

"stop!"

Wang Zhenwei stopped him loudly, "Qin Ming is beyond your power."

"Stand back!"

"I am fighting Qin Ming, none of you should interfere, even if I die, you should not interfere, let alone avenge me."

"Patriarch!" Wang Zhao shouted, putting his hand on the sword, very unwilling.

Wang Zhen sternly shouted, "Stand back!"

Putting their swords away, Wang Zhao and the rest of the warriors backed away unwillingly, and kept retreating to a safe distance.

"You didn't have any idea about Qin Wu and Xiao Luo. In return, I won't kill them!"

Watching Wang Zhao and others retreat, Qin Ming did not stop them.

"Thank you!" Wang Zhenwei stared at Qin Ming, he was thankful that he didn't attack the training room.

The training room has formations, which complement the formations in the alchemy room. If you attack the formations in the training room, the alchemy room will react.

If they attacked the training room and caused Qin Ming to go crazy, he couldn't imagine the consequences.

He is a martial artist who is good at speed. Seeing the corpse in the alchemy room, he could tell that Qin Ming was using punches. His first reaction was that Qin Ming was a powerful martial artist.

Never thought that Qin Ming's speed would be so fast, only he could keep up with Qin Ming's speed.

If Qin Ming wanted to kill other martial saints, he couldn't stop him, and none of the martial saints under him could escape.

Originally, all the strength was brought here to increase the chances of winning and prevent Qin Ming from escaping, but unexpectedly, it became a burden instead.

Fortunately, Qin Ming had no intention of attacking them.

Hearing Qin Ming say to let himself and the others go, Wang Zhao felt his face burning hot. Just now he persuaded the other party to surrender, but in a blink of an eye the other party mercilessly spared his life.

The other Martial Saints are also full of shame, not only can they not help the Patriarch, but they are a burden.