2195: C2195 He Was Sent Flying with One Strike

C2195 He Was Sent Flying with One Strike

"Shit! The killing intent on Qin Ming's body was too strong. It was wrapped by this killing intent, making it impossible for me to exert my full strength. "

He saw Qin Ming's fist getting closer and closer, as well as the terrifying power.

The enchanting heart trembled violently.

She had always heard that Qin Ming was very strong, but she had never thought that Qin Ming would be so powerful.

"Qin Ming is a saint blood Martial Cultivator, and I am also a saint blood Martial Cultivator. Why is there such a huge gap between us?"

"Whether it is the strength of my body or my overall strength, it is like heaven and earth."

"If it wasn't for my innate origin technique, I would have died ten times over if I met Qin Ming."

Allure felt bitter in her heart.

Qin Ming didn't care about the long sword that he had thrust out.

Because Qin Ming knew very well that this sword wouldn't be able to take his life.

As for Qin Ming's punch, would he dare to take it?

Using his body to receive this punch, even if he was a saint blood Martial Cultivator, his physique was extremely tough.

At the very least, he would be seriously injured, and might even die.

He did not dare to receive it.

Helplessly, with the fastest speed, allure pulled back her long sword, which she had thrust out, and blocked in front of Qin Ming's fist.

Luckily, Qin Ming was a straightforward person. No matter what kind of fancy tricks he used, he would suppress them all with a single punch.

Although such a fist technique made people feel helpless, it was also because it was straightforward and direct that it could not be turned.

This way, his long sword could easily block it.

Allure herself was also a Saint Blood Martial Cultivator. Although her body was not as tough as Qin Ming's, it was still not weak to the point of being unable to withstand a single blow.

He believed that as long as he blocked with his sword, he would be able to block this attack with ease.

"What's the use of blocking it? I can't even take a punch from Qin Ming."

"He doesn't need to worry about anything. All he needs to do is punch after punch."

"As long as I block this attack, I won't have the ability to fight back."

"Unless I use my innate origin technique to escape the battle"

Although she knew that she was in a deadlock, allure wasn't worried at all.

Because she knew that she could escape.

When Qin Ming saw Allure planning to block his punch with her sword, a faint smile appeared in his eyes.

It was over.

In fact, she only needed to attack him. That means the battle is over.

If the weapon was so easy to block his attack, then the Snake Realm Poison Demon with decent strength would not have died without any struggle.

It was simply impossible to use the weapon to block his own attack!2

"Rumble..."

The fist and the sword collided, creating a thunderous sound.

Qin Ming was stunned.

This punch of his did not even have a human attached to it, it had directly pierced through.

He was very clear about the power of this punch of his. It was simply impossible for an ordinary Snake Realm Martial Cultivator to block it.

The other party's flying speed was so fast, it was impossible for it to be a Martial Cultivator specialized in body refinement.

Even his physique was his weak point.

However, unexpectedly, even though he had been sent flying, he hadn't been killed!

"Sacred Blood Martial Cultivator!"

Qin Ming quickly had an answer in his heart. Only a Sacred Blood Martial Cultivator could fly at such a high speed and have such a strong physical fitness.

Qin Ming was shocked, and the enchanting woman was even more shocked.

In his senses, Qin Ming's punch just now was not something a Snake Realm Martial Cultivator could produce.

He felt as if he had been struck by a huge mountain.

The sword in his hand let out a sorrowful cry. Under his full control, he was able to hold onto it and not let go.

That was close. He was almost unable to hold onto the sword and was sent flying.

He was a saint blood Martial Cultivator. It was only a single exchange of blows. If the weapon in his hand was sent flying, how could he have the face to call himself a saint blood Martial Cultivator?

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