Qin Ming gasped violently, his body was covered in blood and blood, and he could hardly see a perfect place. It was shocking, and it hurts when he saw it. Many people had goose bumps all over his body. If it were someone else, he might have fallen down, but Qin Ming was standing upright, fighting one leg steadily, and a cold murderous intent surged in his blood-red eyes.

Shi Lin was quiet, everyone frowned, could they still fight? Where did that spiritual power come from? It could never be drawn from the world during the fierce battle. From the last time to the present, it was only one hour, and it was impossible to accumulate such a violent and rich energy.

What's the problem? Is it because he has a blood pill hidden in his mouth! It's quietly refining it!

That’s right, it’s probably true! Qin Ming swallowed four blood pills in one breath last time, and he probably hid one secretly!

However, he should have reached his limit, the real limit.

Qin Ming threw the corpse of the Golden Wolf tribe that he killed to Haitang, his mouth full of blood: "When will the next blood be released?"

Haitang was about to cry anxiously: "It will take half an hour, as fast as half an hour! Three blood pills will be released together! Can you... still persevere?"

"Look at me like this, can it work?" Qin Ming smiled.

"I...I did my best..." Haitang burst into tears and she was refining the pill anxiously.

Qin Ming raised his breath and pointed at the audience: "Next? Who will kill me? It's rare to have a chance, I missed it... Don't say I didn't give you a chance."

"It's all like this, and I still have the face to show off."

"Go to the table, why did you stop! I've persisted in eleven games, and it's just the last battle!"

"Eleven games? Including those three games of Qiu Chenfu and the others, this madman killed fourteen in a row! Heavenly court lost all his face. If he killed him, he must be killed! He removed his bones and peeled his skin, stewed his bones, refined the flesh and medicine, and ate the internal organs raw!"

"Go! Why are you just standing there? Didn't you rush to get on? Why don't you go on now?"

The crowd was restless and full of righteous indignation. From the beginning to now, Qin Ming fought for ten hours, and fourteen challengers died.

The Eighth Heaven of the Holy Martial Arts is not the Earth Martial Arts, nor the ordinary Holy Martial Arts, it is the high-ranking Eighth Heaven of the Holy Martial Arts. This is not the most hateful thing. What is abominable is that they take turns to attack and all of them are defeated. Can the Heaven Court do anything to a wild boy from the ancient sea?

However, the Immortal Heavenly Palace and other forces were surprisingly restrained. They guessed that Qin Ming must have killed the Golden Wolf Clan just now because of a blood pill. But was he hiding one or two? His body seemed to be ragged, so does he still have the power to fight again?

From the eighth game, I felt that he would die in every game, but he survived again and again, but the person who was killed with great enthusiasm was killed.

What a brilliant record of killing fourteen Holy Martial Eighth Heaven.

Two voices appeared in their minds. One sound was that Qin Ming's body was broken and he would definitely not be able to hold on. Even if he had some spiritual power, so what if he was safe, sending a Lu Hui-level figure would definitely win. The other voice was that Qin Ming might have some killer moves hidden, otherwise no matter how strong he is now, he would be panic, even at the slightest limit.

"Mu Yunfan! Try it?" Tianzang stared at Qin Ming on Panlong Mountain and arranged for the second strong man from the Three-Eyed War Clan to take action. The first one was sent out early this morning, the eighth one, and it was the eighth one that almost ended Qin Ming, exhausting all of Qin Ming's spiritual power, and causing him to suffer heavy damage in the next few games.

Mu Yunfan, the strongest contemporary of the Three-Eyed War Clan, is handsome, elegant and elegant, with a kind of elegant and mysterious temperament. He is arrogant and conceited, but his true strength can definitely be ranked in the Tiger List.

The people from the Three-Eyed War Clan all looked at Mu Yunfan: "Kill Qin Ming, seize the Sky-Tearing Sword, the golden magic sword in his hand, and the horn of war!"

Mu Yunfan's white clothes were fluttering, his long hair reached his waist, looking at the battlefield, but he did not express his opinion.

"Are you scared?" Tianzang said lightly and looked at the Immortal Heavenly Palace. Feng Jiuge there was also talking to people, and it seemed that he was going to send out a strong man.

Mu Yunfan smiled slightly, red lips and white teeth

, amazing charm: "Am I afraid of anyone? Qin Ming is already at the end of his strength, and he can't even stand firmly. He can kill him by just one person, but this person shouldn't be me. I don't want to be a reputation for fighting in groups, and I don't want to be a stigma of getting a bargain. Killing him is easy, but if I dirty my name, who will make up for it?"

When everyone saw that he was unwilling to go, it was difficult for them to force him.

"Cao Chunqiu! The opportunity is given to you." Mu Yunfan ordered a man so that he would not take on such risky and unpleasant things.

Although he was confident that he could kill Qin Ming, Qin Ming was besieged fourteen times and was almost dead. He seemed very heroic when he made up for such a knife, but he might be laughed at as a joke and affect his reputation for life. Moreover, Qin Ming is very likely to have a killer move. If he cannot kill it with one blow, it will become entangled and affect his reputation even more. Even if he wins in the end, it will be disgraceful. Instead, he will be stigmatized by a person who is about to kill.

So...hehe, let it be for Cao Chunqiu, this guy looks eager to try it out.

"Please fight!" Cao Chunqiu immediately asked Tianzang for battle. He had already wanted to take action, kill Qin Ming, seized three spiritual weapons including the Tearing Sky Sword, and then took down Gui Tong and Haitang. What a glorious record. It was enough to make him famous throughout the clan and receive a great reward.

Although he is not as good as Mu Yunfan, there is not much difference. He has been looking for opportunities to suppress Mu Yunfan and prove that he is stronger.

Tianzang nodded. Since Mu Yunfan didn't want to, then Cao Chunqiu.

"I will do my best to be insulted." Cao Chunqiu's spiritual formation.

At the same time, the Immortal Heaven Palace, Huang Lei Tian, ​​Huan Lang Tian and others began to discuss secretly, preparing to snatch the last "kill". On the safe side, they were all preparing to release the strongest man in the eighth heaven without any trouble.

But at this moment, bursts of riots suddenly came from the stone forest, and many people looked at the top of Panlong Mountain in surprise. "What is Qin Ming doing? It seems that something is wrong."

"If you don't dare to go there, I'll have to rest."

Qin Ming closed his eyes, raised his head, opened his mouth slightly, and slowly raised his bloody arms towards the sky.

He was covered in blood and blood, and healed too much, and even the healing effect was reduced a lot. He only had one right leg left, but he stood there steadily. His mouth, eyes, and face were covered with blood, and his arms were tattered and exposed with white bones. His appearance was indescribable and he had a grim and gloomy feeling.

More and more eyes were turned to Panlong Mountain again.

Qin Ming's lips and teeth moved slightly, as if he was muttering something. After a long time, he slowly lowered his head and hugged his shoulders with bloody arms.

"What is he doing? Pray?"

"What tricks do you think?"

Many people suddenly felt a sense of vigilance.

At this time, golden light spots suddenly floated between the sky and the earth, appearing out of thin air, falling all over the sky, flying silently with the cold wind blowing.

"What's this?" A man raised his hand and caught a spot of light. When he looked closely, he turned out to be a sparkling golden light feather, only the size of a little finger, like a delicate feather, light and delicate and agile.

The light feathers scattered to the sky and the earth, covering the stone forest within a radius of twenty or thirty miles, and fell around everyone, some dispersed and some accepted, and some forced to wipe out the large area.

Qin Ming hugged his arms like a prayer, lowered his head, and said softly: "Creation Taoism, the Heavenly Flower of the Underworld!"

All the light feathers flew all over the sky, from agile and ethereal to sharp, bursting rapidly, rushing across the board. In an instant, the light rain pierced through the bodies of countless people, leaving holes like little fingers on them, and then soared into the air one after another. After gathering in the sky, they rushed to the top of Panlong Mountain.

It was like a golden craze rolling across the stone forest and gathering on the top of the mountain.

The audience exclaimed in horror, thinking that Qin Ming was going to use some forbidden technique to kill everyone, but after the chaos, they found that nothing had happened, except for the pain in the wound, and no other discomfort occurred.

Tianzang and others all used their weapons to vibrate the golden light, but were not affected. They looked at the top of the mountain with a serious expression. What are they doing?
Chapter completed!