Chapter 1502

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

This attack, Qin Ming had planned for a long time, was a blow he was bound to receive.

"Boom..."

As expected, the Holy Lord had no time to dodge, and this blow hit the masked head of the Holy Lord.

A powerful blow hit the Holy Lord who hadn't had time to defend, and the spiritual energy injected into him with dao rhyme, shattering his mask and destroying everything in his body.

Qin Ming has never been clear about his Dao, but there is no doubt that Dao is powerful, and now he has used all his strength to attack, and he has continuously injected Dao into the Holy Lord.

"Hoo hoo..."

The fist was imprinted on the body of the Holy Lord, Qin Ming panted violently, and hit the dragon with seven blows at once, and the last blow almost exhausted all the strength in his body.

Shengzhu was hit and stood there without any movement.

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

Dao walked on the Holy Lord, Qin Ming didn't feel any life, even with such a full blow, Qin Ming didn't know whether he was dead or not.

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

Unexpectedly, now that he was hit head-on, even Dao invaded his body, but he still didn't feel the breath of life on his body.

Just like an ordinary stone.

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

There is still Qin Ming's Dao wandering on it, continuing to destroy it.

The cloak on Holy Master's body was just ordinary cloth, how could it resist Dao Yun, it turned into powder in an instant.

A dark red skeleton that seemed to have died for a thousand years appeared in front of Qin Ming.

"Is it dead?"

Qin Ming stared at the Holy Lord, he has not moved, and he still maintains the posture of punching just now.

And he didn't have any breath of life in his body, so Qin Ming couldn't judge his life state based on this.

"I didn't expect your way to be so strange." The skeleton's mouth opened and closed, and a voice came out suddenly, which shocked Qin Ming.

The skeleton turned his head slightly, and 'looked at' Qin Ming, "This is the first time I have seen this kind of Tao, and it is stronger than all the Taos I have seen."

"It's much stronger than the Tao in me."

"It's really enviable."

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

Qin Ming was not happy about being praised by the skeleton. He looked around the skeleton with an ugly expression, looking for weaknesses.

"You don't need to look for it, I don't have a weakness!" The skeleton said indifferently, "I'm also a warrior, if I have a weakness, would I be so nonchalant?"

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

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

"I want to see how you perform."

"It seems that you have run out of moves. In this case, you can die."

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

"boom……"

The two fists collided, and Qin Ming was knocked away just like before.

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

"Ahem..."

After receiving this punch abruptly, Qin Ming coughed violently, and even spurted out a few mouthfuls of blood. With just one punch, Qin Ming lost his fighting power.

"Boom..."

Qin Ming was flying in the air, and the Holy Master punched Qin Ming again without hesitation, hitting Qin Ming's heart and directly pressing him into the ground.

Qin Ming, who was imprinted on the ground, began to lose the look in his eyes.

"Zizi, the dignity of a warrior." The Holy Master shook his head, his mouth full of sarcasm, "Your so-called dignity of a warrior doesn't seem to be able to save you."

"Do you regret it now?"

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

He was waiting for the last chance, waiting for the skeleton to completely lose its vigilance.

From Qin Ming's eyes, it can be seen that his whole body is composed of one kind of bones, and it is indeed as he said, without any weaknesses.

To defeat him, not even a hundred Wudi peak powerhouses could do it.

However, Qin Ming still has a trick.

That ghostly fire that can melt artifacts!

You Huo has a strong attack power, but he didn't control it, and the speed of attacking with it is very slow.

As long as the Holy Master is vigilant, it is impossible for him to hit.

As long as they miss, with the strength of the Holy Master, there is no possibility of hitting again.

The Holy Master looked at Qin Ming on the ground, shook his head, clenched his fists and raised it, "It seems that you would rather have that pathetic dignity than join us."

"I really don't know what you think. Such a favorable condition is something that any warrior can only dream of."

"In this case, you can die."