Alchemy & Martial Supreme

And being alone and desperate to confront him, Qin Ming, is a dead word. No matter how many armors he wears, and no matter how high-level armors he wears, he can't stop Qin Ming from taking revenge.

Qin Ming had already appeared behind the black short-sleeved warrior, and the iron fist had attacked behind him.

"Boss, he is behind you." The burly man has been paying attention to his surroundings. The black short-sleeved warrior turned his back to Qin Ming, so he didn't know what Qin Ming was doing.

Unlike the burly warrior, he was always vigilant and immediately shouted to remind the black short-sleeved warrior.

"What?" The black short-sleeved warrior heard the voice and reacted instantly.

It turned out that his feeling was not wrong, the assassin was really hiding around.

How much hatred this assassin had with them, he had unparalleled potential, and was destined to advance to the existence of the Martial Emperor, yet he took such a big risk to attack them.

If he was destined to be promoted to Martial Emperor and said nothing to venture into the secret realm, even if there was a slight risk of death, he would not participate.

The black-clothed short-sleeved warrior had already felt the coming of death, and immediately stopped worrying about face, and squatted directly on the ground, avoiding Qin Ming's attack dangerously.

"The reaction is so sensitive, have you been preparing already?" Qin Ming missed a punch and knew right away that the black short-sleeved warrior was not so disapproving on the surface, and was always ready to avoid it. The most correct avoidance.

Although Qin Ming has power, power is not omnipotent. It can only affect King Wu, and cannot completely restrain King Wu.

Since he punched the air and the black short-sleeved warrior was already at his feet, Qin Ming immediately kicked it.

"Puff!" The black short-sleeved Wu Wang was like a ball, kicked by Qin Ming, and fell in front of the Iron Luomon Wu Wang. Just when Qin Ming wanted to attack, the warrior of Tie Luomen had already helped the black short-sleeved warrior up, and there was no chance to attack again.

Helpless, Qin Ming could only retreat and hide away.

Seeing Qin Ming leaving, several Iron Luomon Kings hurried to pursue Qin Ming.

Seeing them chasing, Qin Ming sneered and deliberately slowed down, waiting for them to catch up.

At Qin Ming’s speed, he can disappear from them in an instant. He wants to separate this group of people now. As long as they are separated, it is Qin Ming’s opportunity. Then it will not be the King of Iron Luomen who besieged and killed him, but he. Killed them.

"Don't chase it. Ahem..." The black short-sleeved warrior shouted loudly, but he was a little short of breath. Qin Ming's kick just now obviously caused the black short-sleeved warrior to be seriously injured.

Hearing the call of the black-clothed short-sleeved warrior, the few Wu Wang who chased out stopped in their footsteps.

Seeing that they didn't chase, Qin Ming also knew that he had no chance, and immediately stopped retaining his speed, and instantly walked fast and disappeared in front of them.

Seeing Qin Ming's acceleration, they still didn't know that the assassin was deliberately hiding his strength, just to wait for them to separate from the big army.

Thinking about it this way, there was sweat oozing out of the foreheads of the few Wu Wang who came out, and they couldn't help but fear.

This assassin is so weird that he never forgets to count them.

Even if they often participate in battles and have rich combat experience, they still unnaturally fall for the assassins. The assassin stayed calm at all times, in order to achieve his goals, at all costs.

They feel that they are facing a ten-thousand-year-old monster, and they are like a newborn baby, played with applause.