Chapter 1508 Rapidly Advance to the Peak of Martial Emperor
Qin Ming's punch hit the Holy Lord firmly, which surprised him.
After all, the Holy Lord is the pinnacle of the Martial Emperor.
How could you not avoid his probing blow?
"Bang!"
The punch hit the Holy Lord's skeleton, but it was not knocked away as he expected.
Qin Ming's powerful and heavy punch only made the Holy Master stagger slightly.
"Is it just that much strength?"
Turning around unhurriedly, the Holy Master looked at Qin Ming, "With this little ability, you are so brazen that you want to defeat the God of War on your own?"
After hearing the sarcastic words of the Holy Master, Qin Ming realized that it was not 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 turned ugly. He thought that there would be a gap between himself and Emperor Wu at the peak, but he didn't expect that the gap would be so big.
Maybe, even if he tried his best, he still wouldn't be able to win.
"It's not that I am strong, but that you are too weak. You are just sitting in a well and watching the sky." The Holy Lord shook his head, holding the knife, and struck at Qin Ming, who was very close at hand.
I didn't see how serious he was, he just struck out casually, the speed was unbelievable, but just as he took out the sword, the blade was in front of Qin Ming, and the sharp light of the sword shook his mind.
"Bah..."
Qin Ming used fists, which are the fastest among all weapons.
Although the sword was very fast, he was always vigilant. The moment the Holy Lord struck out, Qin Ming followed suit and blocked the strike first.
However, it didn't seem to have much power at all. It didn't use all its strength, and it directly knocked Qin Ming away and landed in the hole where Yun Xiatian fell.
"Ahem..." Lying on the ground, Qin Ming coughed violently, and as he coughed, blood flowed from his mouth.
Although he blocked the blow just now, the power of the sword still injured him. r> When fighting against others, Qin Ming has never lost in terms of strength.
This time he tasted the feeling of being crushed.
This taste is very unpleasant.
His strongest point was easily defeated by the opponent. Even though Qin Ming had a strong mind, he felt somewhat depressed.
I even started to doubt myself.
He took out a perfect heart-replenishing pill from the space ring, quickly put it in his mouth and swallowed it, then raised his head and looked at the Holy Lord who was still standing there with a look of shock.
His scorpion-patterned mask was very ferocious, and he just looked at Qin Ming with no intention of attacking Qin Ming while he was seriously injured.
It seems that in his heart, Qin Ming is an ant that can be stepped on at any time.
"Now you know what a real strong person is, right?" The Holy Master patted the bones in his body, with a hint of obsession in his voice, "Only this body is the most perfect."
"Your strength in physical training is indeed good. You are the strongest warrior I have ever seen."
"But no matter how strong you are, there is a limit."
"The limits of mortals."
"Only by breaking through the shackles of mortals and replacing the blood in your body can you stand higher."
In his words, the Holy Lord felt deeply proud that he carried the blood of the Holy Spirit on his body.
"Bloodline?" In the pit, Qin Ming's face looked a little gloomy.
He thought of Jiyue and the Hong family.
They are all people with blood, and even if they don't practice much, their bodies will become extremely strong.
The reason why I am stronger than them is entirely due to my willpower, pills, and hard work.
Now, the bloodline of the Holy Lord is obviously more advanced than the bloodline of Jiyue and Hongjia. At least in terms of body refining, Jiyue and Hongjia's bloodline are completely incomparable.
Come to think of it, there are countless warriors on the mainland who envy these people with blood.
Qin Ming was a little discouraged after his hard training, but was crushed by the Holy Lord's innate blood.
Even though I have suffered so much, I am still not as good as someone with a high-level bloodline.
Just like children from ordinary families, no matter how hard they try, they can't keep up with children born from top powers.
No, all bloodlines must have a source. Those with bloodlines are most likely people without bloodlines. Through their own efforts, they finally broke through to the God of War, cleansed themselves, and awakened their own bloodline.
If we warriors want blood, we should awaken ourselves.
Warriors only rely on themselves!
Thinking of this, all Qin Ming's frustration disappeared. He stood up and looked at the Holy Master with a fighting spirit, "No matter how strong the blood on your body is, it is not his own after all."
"I believe that with my own mortal blood, I can lay the foundation for my journey to the top as a warrior."
"That bullshit evil god can take it back if he can give you blood."
“Only what you obtain by yourself is truly reliable.”
"A warrior never accepts charity!"
Hearing this, the Holy Lord was furious.
Qin Ming actually dared to scold the Holy God, and dared to say that the blood in his body came from charity. This was like trampling under his feet what he was most proud of.
"Qin Ming, you are looking for death!" The murderous aura on the Holy Lord's body was directed toward Qin Ming. "If the Holy God hadn't asked me to recruit you, I would have killed you with that move just now."
"I'll give you one last chance, will you join us?"
"Wu Your humble dignity and the pride in your heart must be alive to have meaning."
"What's the use of these if I don't have any more lives?"
"Haha..." Qin Ming, shrouded in terrifying murderous aura, laughed loudly, "I have suffered a lot in my life and suffered a lot."
"Why did I suffer so much and endure so much fatigue?"
"The purpose is to allow myself to live with dignity."
"I don't even have any dignity, so what's the point of living?"
Looking at the Holy Lord with contempt, Qin Ming said impassionedly, "Don't say you want to be a subordinate of the Holy God. Even if you don't do it, I won't want it if he gives me his blood."
"I might as well die if you live like this."
Hearing Qin Ming's words, the Holy Master shook his head with regret, "You are the most talented person I have ever seen from ancient times to the present."
"To be honest, I really don't want you to die."
"But since you are so stubborn, I can only help you."
Qin Ming clenched his fists tightly, and small red particles in the sky seemed to feel the tense atmosphere, flying around him.
As the spiritual energy on the body gathers, small red particles blend into it and turn into light red.