Qin Ming attacked with all his strength, straight punches, hooks, elbows, slams, slams, kicks in the air, and slids... He was almost in a state of rampage, and the dense attacks flooded Wei Changkong like a storm, without giving him any chance to counterattack. The crackling sound of the impact resounded throughout the field, making people feel numb.

Qin Ming controlled the battlefield and beat Wei Changkong up completely suppressed him.

Qin Ying looked at Qin Ming in the stadium and couldn't believe that this was her brother.

Yao'er's eyes were full of colorful colors. She admired Qin Ming's violent storm on the battlefield the most. This time it seemed to be more at ease than the martial arts meetings of the eight sects of tea parties at that time. She was calm and wild, and she was domineering in silence. This was strength, this was self-confidence, and even more contempt!

Qin Ming attacked for hundreds of consecutive rounds, suppressing Wei Changkong from the center of the field to the edge. The last blow shattered Wei Changkong's spiritual shield and hit his forehead with a heavy punch. Wei Changkong was as if struck by lightning. In an instant, the flesh and blood on his face were waving, his eyes churned, and saliva splashed.

Wei Changkong flew horizontally and hit the yard on the edge of the field. The thick yard made of rocks was knocked out into cracks, and blood even more burst out.

Wei Changkong rebounded and landed, twitched slightly, and could never stand up again.

Humiliation! Humiliation that has never been seen before!

Torturing, torture, torture, torture.

Wei Changkong wanted to fight again, but his three-meter-high body suddenly regained like a deflated person, his consciousness was spinning and he fell into a coma. The latest and fastest update, providing free reading

This violent transformation is very powerful and has a limited duration. The sequelae will cause him to fall into a coma for three or five days and suffer more than ten days of pain.

In the next half month, Wei Changkong may be lying on the bed.

The whole audience was silent and shocked by Qin Ming's series of fierce attacks and ravages.

Such aura and such a battle are extremely visually impactful and can also stimulate the mood of the spectator.

The disciples of the Holy Temple suddenly had an illusion that Wei Changkong was a wild beast, or Qin Ming was more like? This kid kept silent during the battle, as if he hadn't said a few words from beginning to end, which was in sharp contrast with the battle craze he showed.

"The warm-up is almost done, let's start?" Qin Ming took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. He deliberately glanced at Cao Wujiang. This scene was extremely contemptuous. The Python Palace, no!! Want to humiliate me? I'll let you feel ashamed first!

Cao Wujiang's clenched fists creaked, and he hated Qin Ming. Qin Ming should have just entered the Xuanwu realm, how could he have such strong combat power? Moreover, Cao Wujiang could see that Qin Ming did not use all his strength at all, and it was considered as if he had 50%. Qin Ming was ravaging Wei Changkong, and humiliating him in disguise, slapped him in the face.

"Young Master is too strong!" The Qin family guards were excited and cheered loudly. Although they had seen Qin Ming and Yao'er's competition, they were completely different from today's battle scenes. Yao'er's offensive trajectory was tricky, and the two were more fighting against each other, so how refreshing they were today.

Cai Yi was even more excited, wonderful! It was so exciting! She knew that Qin Ming was very strong now, but she didn't expect that she would be so strong that it was simply a torture!

Over the past six months, although Qin Ming has been creating miracles and has become famous from a servant, Qin Ming's wonderful performance is beyond Qingyun Sect. It can be said that except for Mu Cheng and others, Qingyun Sect, they are not sure how strong Qin Ming's real strength is. Today, I saw it with my own eyes, which is stronger than what I expected.

"How is it?" The disciples of the Holy Clan exchanged their eyes. They could feel Qin Ming's powerful strength and his reputation was well-deserved. Who is the one who is sure to subdue him?

The handsome boy before was silent, and the majestic boy also became silent. It was not because he was afraid, but because he was comparing Qin Ming with his own strength. They represented the temple, either without taking action or they had to win.

"Who will come first?" Qin Ming took the initiative to ask for the fight.

Come first? Do you want to hit a few more? The disciples of the Holy Temple look bad. Boy, be a little arrogant!

"It's okay if you don't have to go to two." Yao'er was afraid that the world would be in chaos, so she liked the power that Qin Ming inadvertently showed.

"Miss Demon, don't cause trouble!" Tuwei hurriedly reminded that this is the royal temple.

Yao'er chuckled: "What are you afraid of? They are not qualified to be arrogant in front of Qin Ming. The Holy Hall is divided into three parts: the outer church disciple, the inner church disciple, and the Holy Flame disciple. It is similar to the ordinary disciples of Qingyun Sect, the personal disciples, and the Jinling disciple. It is not denying that the inner church disciples are all elites and some outliers, but who is Qin Ming in our family? Shurazi! A few inner church disciples are not enough for him to see, so it may be a bit suspenseful to have a Holy Flame disciple."

Tuwei and others smiled bitterly, you really look down on the young master.

Cai Yi was unhappy when she heard this. Why did you keep talking about Qin Ming? How could Qin Ming become your family?

After the handsome young man asked the three elders for advice, he smiled and said, "We have a suggestion to recreate the famous battle between the Lord of Qin in the Eight Tea Party, and fight against two with one against two?"

"By one against two? Shameless!" The Qin family was unhappy. They were a little nervous when they faced your disciples in the Holy Temple. You guys would fight against two.

"They are scared." Yao'er was so happy, because she was afraid that she would not win Qin Ming and would be embarrassed.

A man and a woman walked out of the stands: "Young Master Qin, don't get me wrong. We are not intentionally bullying you. We siblings have always fought together, and we practiced a combination of martial arts. Only by combining the power of our hands can we barely compete with other disciples of the Holy Clan. You don't need to be under pressure."

"Even shamelessness can be so natural! I admire you!" Jiang Bin muttered, deliberately lowering your value and sealing other people's mouths?

Cao Wujiang's face gradually became better. He was worthy of being a disciple of the Holy Temple and his words were of high quality!

Qin Ming looked at them, but did not protest, but raised his hand to invite the battle: "Please!"

The disciples of the Holy Clan all smiled slightly. The boy is not bad, he knows the current affairs!

"Young Master really wants to fight against two? They are all disciples of the inner temple of the Holy Church." Tu Wei frowned and did not believe in Qin Ming, but it was just that he rashly fought against two without knowing the true strength of the Holy Church disciples. These people came in a fierce manner, clearly showing that they wanted to take down Qin Ming's name Shurazi.

"Sancang disciples, Feng Yisong!"

"Disciple of the Holy Temple, Feng Yixuan!"

The young girl walked towards the stadium and asked Qin Ming for a fight and went into both sides of the dense forest.

Feng Yiyun's breath was erratic, Feng Yixuan's breath was fierce, and the brother and sister stared at Qin Ming, walked out of a strange aura while slowly moving, silently spreading the entire stadium.

In a trance, the wind blew, the forest moved, and the sand and dust danced lightly, and the stadium became quieter and quieter.

Qin Ming was not careless and held the ancient sword tightly to prepare for the battle. It was not that he was arrogant, but that he was confident! If he could not stand up to the same level as Shura Sword and Golden Blood, it only means that he was not doing well enough. The two disciples of the Holy Temple were able to test his true strength level.

Suddenly, Qin Ming lost the traces of the two, as if he had completely disappeared from the dense forest.

Suddenly, mysterious.

No trace!

The breeze blew through the woods, rolling up dead leaves and dust, flying in the messy woodland, echoing the sound of the whimpering wind.

Qin Ming stared slightly, and lightning splashed all over his body, illuminating the woodland. The ancient sword of Dayan trembled slightly, and the sword energy was fierce.

"Do you know their siblings?" Cai Yi couldn't help but ask Yao'er, she was worried about Qin Ming.

Yao'er shook her head and was observing intently. Although she believed that Qin Ming would win, she also believed that she would not win easily. The inner disciples of the Holy Church were not so easy to deal with.
Chapter completed!