Chapter 1500

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

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

How could it be impossible to avoid his tentative blow?

"Boom!"

He punched the Holy Lord's skeleton, but he was not blown away by the punch as he expected.

Qin Ming's forceful and heavy punch only caused the Holy Master to sway slightly.

"Is it that much strength?"

Turning around unhurriedly, the Holy Master looked at Qin Ming, "With this little ability, are you brazenly trying to break through the Valkyrie by your own ability?"

Hearing the Holy Master's sarcasm, Qin Ming understood that it wasn't that he couldn't hide, but that he didn't want to hide at all.

"How could you be so strong? How could it be possible?" Qin Ming's face was ugly. He thought that there would be a gap between himself and the peak of Emperor Wu, but he didn't expect that the gap was so big.

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

"It's not that I'm strong, it's that you're too weak. You're just watching the sky." The Holy Master shook his head, holding a knife in his hand, and slashed at Qin Ming who was close at hand.

I didn't see how serious he was, he just slashed so casually, the speed was unbelievably fast, but just as the knife was drawn, the blade was in front of Qin Ming, the sharp light of the knife shook his mind.

"Bah..."

Qin Ming used fists, the fastest of all weapons.

Although the saber was fast, he was always vigilant. At the moment the Holy Master struck, Qin Ming followed suit, blocking the blow with the second strike.

However, that didn't seem to have much strength at all, and he didn't use all his strength to strike at all, and directly knocked Qin Ming into the air, and landed in the pothole Yun Xiatian fell out of.

"Ahem..." Lying on the ground, Qin Ming coughed violently, and with the coughing, fresh blood flowed out of his mouth.

Although the blow just now was blocked, the power carried by the sword still injured him.

When fighting against others, Qin Ming has never lost in terms of strength.

This time he tasted the taste of power being crushed.

This taste is very uncomfortable.

His strongest point was easily defeated by the other party. Even Qin Ming, who had a strong mind, was more or less depressed.

Even started to doubt myself.

He took out a perfect heart-buying pill from the space ring, put it in his mouth and swallowed it quickly, then raised his head and looked at the Holy Master who was still standing there with a look of horror.

His scorpion-patterned mask was very ferocious. Just looking at Qin Ming like this, he didn't intend to attack Qin Ming at all while Qin Ming was 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 a real strong man is, right?" The Holy Master patted the bones on his body, with obsession in his voice, "Only this body is the most perfect."

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

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

"The limit of mortals."

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

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

"Blood?" In the pit, Qin Ming's face was a bit gloomy.

He thought of Jiyue and the Hong family.

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

And the reason why I am stronger than them is entirely due to my willpower and pills, and I have worked hard bit by bit.

Now, the bloodline of the Holy Master is obviously higher than that of Jiyue and Hong's family, at least in terms of body training, it is completely incomparable between Jiyue and Hong's bloodlines.

Come to think of it, there are countless warriors on the mainland who are envious of these people with blood.

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

I have suffered so much, but I am still not as good as someone with advanced blood.

Just like children from ordinary families, no matter how hard they try, they can't keep up with those born in top power.

No, all bloodlines must have a source. Those bloodlines are likely to be people without bloodlines. Through their own efforts, they finally break through the Valkyrie, cleanse themselves, and awaken their own bloodlines.

Martial artists of my generation, if they want blood, they should awaken themselves.

Warriors only rely on themselves!

Thinking of this, Qin Ming's frustration disappeared. He stood up and looked at the Holy Master full of fighting spirit, "No matter how strong the blood on your body is, it is not your own after all."

"I believe that using my own mortal blood can also lay the foundation for my road to the peak of a warrior."

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

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

"Warriors never accept charity!"

Hearing this, the Holy Master was furious.

Qin Ming actually dared to scold the Holy God, dared to say that the blood in his body came from charity, it was like trampling on the things he was most proud of.

"Qin Ming, you are courting death!" The Holy Master's murderous aura engulfed Qin Ming's whole body, "If the Holy God hadn't asked me to recruit you, I would have ended your life with that move just now."

"I'll give you one last chance, do you want to join us?"

"Wu