Chapter 638 Runaway in the Ancient Sea, Cold Hearted and Cruel

Chapter 638 Cold Hearted and Cruel Hands

"Is this shameless? There are even more shameless ones, my superior witch master, do you want to try?" Qin Ming wanted this effect. The flower funeral witch master is too calm, calm and scary, and some extreme methods must be used Only by disturbing her state of mind can she find opportunities and expand her results. He flipped sideways in the air, his feet whistling like iron bars, and continuously pulled at the head of the Flower Burial Witch, forcing her to lean back and dodge. Qin Ming flapped his wings, forcibly turned his body, and grabbed her chest...

"Bastard!" The flower burial witch was furious, and all the spiritual power that had just been accumulated gathered in the palm of his hand, turned into blood, and blocked Qin Ming.

"Boom!"

Fist and palm clashed, 90,000 heavy blows, instantly shattered the blood of the Flower Burial Witch Lord, and hit her wrist firmly, the bone cracking sound was extremely ear-piercing. The Flower Burial Witch Lord's right arm bounced off like an electric shock, his body was implicated and he lost his balance, and staggered back. In fact, her counterattack power is not as effective as the bloody clothes, but Qin Ming's sudden action really stimulated her and messed up her position.

A little mean, but it works! Qin Ming can't control so much, he must mess up the Flower Burial Witch Lord. He waved his wings, fast and nimble, took advantage of the victory to pursue the attack, knocked back the Buried Flower Witch Lord with his fists, forced him to retreat again and again, tired of parrying.

After 30 fierce attacks in a row, the last punch hit the bloody clothes on her chest heavily.

The blood is gushing, and the air waves are impacting.

Qin Ming was knocked back, bleeding from his mouth and nose, and the Flower Burial Witch Lord was also knocked back, and flew out directly.

Qin Ming waved his wings to forcefully control his body, and appeared beside the Flower Burial Witch Lord like lightning. Before she landed, he grabbed the snow-white jade neck, soared into the sky, and turned 360 degrees directly. It was her turn to hit the ground. Such a rude behavior and a barbaric way, not to mention the high-ranking Flower Burial Witch Lord, other women will have to go crazy.

With a muffled sound, the Flower Burial Witch's entire body stuck to the ground, the ground cracked and dust flew up.

A series of onslaughts were done in one go and wild and powerful, Qin Ming interpreted his experience and strength to the extreme.

The Flower Burial Witch Master was dizzy from the impact, trembling slightly trying to prop up her body.

Qin Ming descended from the sky, pressed her all over, and hugged her from behind, tightly tightening her hands and feet.

The Flower Burial Witch Lord is burning with anger, is it like this again? !

"Master Witch Master, you have a really good figure."

"Shameless, get out."

"Over the years, have you ever met a man?"

"I'm going to crush you to ashes."

"Master Witch, it seems that you said it. The more you shout, the more powerless you will appear."

The two bodies were entangled together, Qin Ming was like an octopus, entangled her limbs, tossed left and right in the dirt and dead leaves, rolled to this side, and then jumped to the other side, one provoked and the other screamed.

Xiaozu woke up again, very punctually, looking at him with great interest. Is this bastard addicted? If it doesn't work once, do it again, this is taking advantage of it in the name of fighting. This woman has been touched by him! If it weren't for the layer of clothes, they could really get together.

"I won't kill you, I'll pretend to be the witch master." The flower funeral witch's heart was full of murderous intent. This chaotic fight made her feel in a mess, and she struggled desperately, but how could her strength break free from Qin Ming.

"Really?" Qin Ming didn't have injuries all over his body like on the island this time. Now that his energy was surging and his strength was strong, he found the right moment in the scuffle. The tightly clenched arm was dislocated and almost fell off the shoulder.

The excruciating pain made the Flower Burial Witch's body tense for an instant, sweat dripping down her cheeks, her eyes were shaking with pain, and she also shook her bone-chilling killing intent. She forcibly turned her head and glared at Qin Ming, her chest and abdomen twitched, her throat Rolling, a terrifying blood flowed into the mouth. After being tossed for a while, part of the blood pill in her body was refined again, and it was fully mobilized by her again. This time, it was several times stronger than before.

not good! Qin Ming was startled, and subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but...it was too late. His eyes moved slightly, he opened his mouth and pressed it down, meeting the red lips of the Flower Burial Witch Lord.

For a moment, the forest seemed to be quiet. A man and a woman were entangled in a strange posture, their mouths were pressed together, and they looked at each other steadily.

"Hmm..." Xiaozu stared wide-eyed, ha, there is a future! This bastard is too promising! What about the tongue? stretch! Stretch, roll it harder again, ha, it’s amazing!

The flower burial witch master had accumulated blood in her mouth, and she just stopped, looking at the eyes in front of her eyes, feeling the warmth of her mouth, and her heavy panting, she was really stunned. At this moment, it seemed to be frozen, and it seemed like a long time had passed. But the Flower Burial Witch Lord is the Flower Burial Witch Lord after all, his eyes suddenly returned to clarity, but...it was too late...

Qin Ming's hands grabbed her head at some point, and at the moment when she came back to her senses, they staggered, clicked, and the crisp sound echoed in the forest, and the extreme explosive force dislocated to both sides, twisting her body neck.

The Flower Burial Witch's pupils shrank, his body moved unnaturally, and slowly softened under Qin Ming's body, and the surging blood in his mouth subsided silently.

"You..." Xiaozu opened his mouth slightly, looked up at Qin Ming, and then at the Flower Burial Witch. "Are you really going to do it?"

Qin Ming slowly relaxed his hands, let go of her head, and parted her lips...

The flower burial witch's head was limply in the soil, his body gradually became limp, and he became motionless.

"I'm talking to you, you kissed me, and you killed me in an instant?" Xiao Zu jumped up and down, and he was really scared just now.

Qin Ming ignored Xiao Zu, cold and alert, his eyes were as cold as ice. He stretched out his hand to press the jade neck of the Flower Burial Witch Master, tested her heartbeat, and stared at her slightly closed eyes for a while.

do you died?

Others should not be able to survive this way, but the Flower Burial Witch Master is a holy warrior, a high-ranking holy warrior, so he died so easily?

Qin Ming let go of her delicate body, and just to be on the safe side, he drew out the Tyrant Saber from the Space Wrench, shrugged his shoulders slightly, and slashed at her head with the round saber. "Let's see if you die or not."

"Ha! You're going to be unlucky." Xiao Zu suddenly left a sentence, and swished back.

At the moment of life and death, the broken neck of the Flower Burial Witch creaked and healed suddenly, her slack eyes suddenly froze, she opened her mouth, and a petal flew straight at Ba Dao in an instant.

Play dead? Qin Ming's eyes froze.

Boom!

A gust of blood burst in the depths of the forest, and the blood was surging, shaking the forest, and soaring nearly a hundred meters into the sky.

Qin Ming flew upside down, as if hit by an earth dragon, his bones were dislocated, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. He flew far away with his blood, and hit a low rocky mountain. His whole body was stiff and he almost passed his back Go away.

The Flower Burial Witch Lord stood up slowly, his eyes were cold, as quiet as a deep pool, and his shoulders returned to their positions amidst unnatural clicks. The refining speed of the blood pill in her body is accelerating, releasing more and more blood energy, her holy power is recovering, and her strength is recovering.

She survived the initial weakness.

If it wasn't for Qin Ming's 'despicable' means, it might have been faster.

Qin Ming spat out the blood in his mouth and stood up from the pile of rubble. "It's a pity, it's almost there."

"It's a pity, you never have another chance." The flower burial witch put on a cloak to cover the bloody clothes, walked out of the blood gas and dust mist, clenched her slender hands forward, and a large number of petals floated up from her fingertips, and they condensed into a flower in an instant. There was a blood sword, the cold air was piercing to the bone, and the blood energy was burning like a raging flame, filled with terrifying killing power. The petals kept floating out of his hands and poured into the blood sword one after another. The sword became more and more powerful, and he could feel the coldness of death from a long distance away.

"That's not necessarily the case." Qin Ming spread his wings and rushed into the depths of the mountain.

The flower burial witch swallowed all the remaining blood pills, stepped into the air step by step, and began to chase Qin Ming. Her martial arts are working, her spiritual power is being smelted, her aura is getting stronger and stronger, and when she recovers to her peak, even a thousand meters away, she can kill Qin Ming to pieces. Qin Ming, let's see where you escape!