But if you look carefully, you can see that there is deep fear in the depths of their hatred eyes.
This group of people is temporarily unusable and can only build momentum.
That's why Qin Ming didn't attack this group of poisonous monsters as soon as he rushed out.
He was also looking for an opportunity, an opportunity to defeat this group of poisonous demons at the least cost.
And now is the chance!
Mo Xin tightly held the big knife in his hand, just when he was about to speak, Qin Ming directly interrupted, "Stop talking nonsense, didn't you say that I can't take three swords from you?"
"I can't wait to try it."
After speaking, Qin Ming circulated the origin qi in his body and used his strongest attack.
"Nudge and move!"
"Fenghuo Road!"
Mo Xin only felt a flash of a figure, and Qin Ming appeared in front of him, a fist exuding raging flames, heading towards his head.
Surrounded by an astonishing dao rhyme, Mo Xin's scalp tingled.
"What a strong Tao! Is Qin Ming really only at the late stage of the Dragon Realm? Why do I feel that his Dao Yun is much stronger than mine at the peak of the Dragon Realm?"
The fist was getting closer and closer, and just as Mo Xin wanted to hide, he felt a sudden surge of force, causing him to stagger.
"Gravity!" Feeling his body become sluggish, Mo Xin knew that this was Qin Ming's Dao Origin Technique attack.
It's too late to hide now.
Mo Xin knew that he raised the big knife in his hand, placed it in front of Qin Ming's fist, and pressed his arms against the back of the knife desperately.
Qin Ming's physical strength is very strong, and Mo Xin doesn't want to fight head-on, but he doesn't know that Qin Ming will be able to control the power of Daoyuan.
Knowing how powerful Qin Ming is, Mo Xin used all his strength to resist desperately.
Sure enough, just as he was getting ready, Qin Ming's fist slammed into his saber, and a force like the pressure of a mountain was transmitted from the saber.
"Ahem..." After resisting the blow, Mo Xin held his chest and coughed violently.
Even though he blocked the punch and the power was transmitted to him, it still hurt his internal organs.
Fortunately, he was prepared. If he hadn't been prepared, this punch would probably have immobilized him.
"One punch!" At this moment, Qin Ming's cold voice came from beside his ear.
I saw Qin Ming raise his fist again and hit him on the head again.
"Again?" Mo Xin's face was full of shock, the heavy punch just now should have been done with all his strength.
With such a punch, wouldn't Qin Ming need to rest?
Even if you don't need to rest, you should take a few breaths, right?
Warriors generally use eight-point force to attack, so that the attack can be continuous.
However, when using twelve-point force, it is often necessary to accumulate force in advance, and after using it, there needs to be a short respite.
That's why Mo Xin felt inconceivable seeing Qin Ming hit his head with a powerful punch without any rest.
The fist was already close to the head, and before he had time to think about it, Mo Xin raised his sword high and blocked Qin Ming's fist, leaning forward with his whole body, and went all out to resist the blow.
Seeing the big knife in front of him, Qin Ming had a mocking smile on his face, and suddenly spread his fists, turning them into claws, and grabbed Mo Xin's shoulder.
Mo Xin was completely unprepared for this, and when he reacted, it was too late, Qin Ming had already firmly grasped his shoulders, and his nails had sunk into his flesh.
At the same time, Qin Ming stretched out another fist and hit his head again.