Chapter 4699

Seeing the momentum of Qin Ming's fist, Ran Sibo didn't have any confidence to block it.

At this moment, he suddenly understood what kind of despair Zhu Lechun was facing. Such an attack was not something they, the arrogance of heaven, could block. Perhaps only the monstrous martial arts genius Chen Xiuxian could block it.

No, maybe even Chen Xiuxian can't stop him, there is only one way, not giving Qin Ming time to accumulate energy.

Such an attack would definitely require a long time to accumulate energy and consume a lot of power. As long as Qin Ming is not given time to accumulate energy, then it is absolutely impossible to launch such a powerful attack.

Before Qin Ming and Zhu Lechun fought, it was because under the cover of the fog, even if Zhu Lechun didn't want to charge Qin Ming, he couldn't do it. The situation of the battle was completely controlled by Qin Ming.

And this battle was deliberately given to Qin Ming by him. He originally thought that time was on his side, and the longer it dragged on, the better it would be for him.

Only now did I realize that I was thinking too much, giving Qin Ming time, he was courting death.

"Admit defeat!" Ran Sibo yelled to admit defeat again, holding the big knife tightly in his hand, his eyes became firm.

Since he chose the path of martial arts, he must face danger. Since the day he practiced martial arts, he has already had the consciousness of death.

Ran Sibo's conceding was not beyond Qin Ming's expectation, but even if Ran Sibo conceded, he couldn't just accept this punch if he wanted to.

If he has reached 100% fusion of Fenghuo Dao, he may be able to do it, but now, this punch must be punched.

"Attack whatever you want, don't stick to the moves and the way!" Qin Ming shouted at Ran Sibo, punching his fist hard on his chest, although there was no way to take it all back, but Qin Ming was trying his best to make the power of this move lower , I only hope that Ran Sibo can survive.

Hearing Qin Ming's words, a flash of light flashed in Ran Sibo's mind.

What Qin Ming meant was to let him not stick to the moves, don't stick to the way.

Does it really mean to let his body react on its own.

Under the threat of death, his mind turned faster than ever, and Qin Ming's words seemed to enlighten him, and he suddenly understood.

"I know!" Ran Sibo held the handle of the knife in his hands, no despair and fear on his face, but eager to try.

Raising his hand and drawing out the knife, without any moves, it slashed on Qin Ming's fist. There was no huge impact sound, but it was as if it was attached to Qin Ming's fist.

But this lasted for a very short time. In an instant, the powerful Fenghuo Dao directly hit the broadsword through the flames.

The big knife in Ran Sibo's hand could no longer be held, and flew out. At the same time, Qin Ming's fist was facing his chest from top to bottom.

Ran Sibo only had time to stretch out his arms to block his chest, gathering all his strength to block it.

After the unloading force of the big sword, and the offset of the Dao Shangdao and Qin Ming's Fenghuo Dao, the fist that hit his arm broke his arm in an instant.

After several times of buffering, Qin Ming's fist finally stopped.

Ran Sibo took seven steps back, and sat on the ground with his buttocks completely broken. The bones of his arms were completely broken, and they lay sideways. Blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth, and he couldn't stop coughing.

He gritted his teeth and endured the great pain on his body.

At this time, the referee had come to Ran Sibo and began to check his injury.

Ran Sibo shook his head, now that he's gotten used to it, he doesn't feel as much pain as before, the pain on his face disappeared, and he laughed loudly.