Although Qin Ming is strong, as long as he doesn't reach the Holy Beast Realm, Queyang can take advantage of the number of people and easily defeat him.
This is Queyang using the forces behind him to deal with Qin Ming. Everyone is very angry at Queyang's behavior, but there is no alternative.
They are all a little used to it, those noble princes, who is not relying on the forces behind them to show off in front of them.
Power is also a kind of strength, no matter how hard you work, sotis it is better than not winning.
Qin Ming on the stage retreated steadily, and the warriors had no good way. They could only wave their fists and shout loudly to cheer Qin Ming.
So of the more discerning warriors saw what was wrong with Qin Ming in the arena.
Even if it saves energy, it is definitely not the best choice to step back and choose to avoid.
Although saving energy in a short ti, letting Ghost Blade seize the opportunity can even force Qin Ming to make a full shot, which consus more energy.
They had seen the previous battles, and they naturally knew that Qin Ming's combat experience was extrely rich. How could he choose such an unreasonable way of coping?
Of course, most ordinary martial artists didn't have this vision, they only saw Qin Ming's embarrassnt, but didn't see the strangeness.
When Qin Ming retreated from the arena, it seed that he was already dead, but Ghost Blade lost a smile on his face, instead he beca more cautious.
The Ghost Blade has gone through hundreds of battles, and even if he doesn't know what Qin Ming is doing, he can sense that this is the tranquility before the storm.
Therefore, Ghost Blade stared at Qin Ming steadily, always preparing for accidents.
Sure enough, he felt trendous pressure from Qin Ming in just a mont.
"Not good." Ghost Blade suddenly thought of Qin Ming's previous battle, that shocking blow.
In fact, before taking the stage, Ghost Blade secretly reminded himself to be careful of Qin Ming's attacks.
But after taking the stage, everything went too smoothly, and now his physical strength was almost exhausted. After he planned to attack for a few more rounds, he walked down the ring and conceded, and he was careless for a while.
Suddenly feeling the strong pressure on Qin Ming, Ghost Blade reacted, but by then it was too late.
Qin Ming's fist was already raised high, and he struck the Ghost Saber's chest indefinitely.
The fierce wind, the strong montum pressure, the ghost knife's heart suddenly tightened, and the unprecedented sense of crisis made his scalp numb.
Qin Ming didn't conceal this punch at all. The purpose of this punch was to kill him.
Can't stop it, I'm going to die!
Faced with such a powerful punch, Ghost Blade suddenly thought that he was going to die for no reason.
For the first ti, he felt death so close to him.
"Ah..." the ghost knife shouted, holding the big knife in his hand tightly with both hands, and lay him across his chest, blocking the way that Qin Ming's fist must pass.
His continuous attacks before, caused his body's center of gravity to move forward, and Qin Ming suddenly attacked. The two were so close that there was no possibility of dodge.
Can only choose hard connection, there is no second choice.
Qin Ming's fist was printed on the big knife in the hand of Ghost Blade, and the powerful wind and fire road on it gave out earth-shaking power.
"Boom..."
Along with the loud noise, the big knife in the hand of the ghost knife was smashed, and the powerful force directly shook the ghost knife into the air. The hands holding the knife had lost consciousness, the hands were trembling irregularly, and the ribs of the chest were shattered.
Feeling severe pain, Ghost Blade couldn't breathe out the pain, and his body was trembling.
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