Qin Ming's ferocious expression stuttered slightly. What's wrong? Is the poison attack? He crushed the baby soul Tibetan grass at the beginning and scattered it in the air. However, after waiting for a stick of incense, it was useless. The Burial Flower Witch Master did not even show any discomfort. He thought that the poison was not useful to the Holy Martial Arts, so he stopped thinking about it. However, after so long, it finally broke out. Looking at the Burial Flower Witch Master, it seemed that he was deeply poisoned and seriously injured.

"Wow..." The witch of the burial flower opened her mouth to vomit blood, her consciousness was spinning and shaking.

Qin Ming opened his mouth slightly, the effect of the infant soul Tibetan grass is so terrifying? Even high-level holy martial arts can be poisoned? What if he doesn't matter! Retreat! Qin Ming endured the severe pain, spread his wings and fled into the air, escaping from the mountains and forests.

The Burial Flower Witch Lord covered his chest with force and forced the tumbling blood in his body. How could this happen? Is Tai Chi Refining Furnace so domineering?

Why haven't it reached this level before?

Wait, it seems that it is not the furnace damaging, but...

poison?

Am I poisoned?

At the beginning, she felt uncomfortable. But because she had been tortured by Tai Chi refining furnace these days, she felt all kinds of pain and ignored the strange feeling of weakness just now. She was alert several times, and subconsciously thought of Tai Chi refining furnace, thinking that it was the cause of the problem.

Could it be that Qin Ming poisoned me?

Poisoning and Tai Chi refining furnace, do the two interact with each other?

"Damn..." The witch of the Burial Flower was about to stand up with the trunk.

A golden light fell from the sky and landed in front of her.

"Qin Ming?" The Burial Flower Witch Lord's eyes suddenly turned cold.

"Witch Lord, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Qin Ming asked deliberately in surprise, but his right hand slapped at the Burial Flower Witch Lord.

The Burial Flower Witch Lord subconsciously wanted to dodge, but he was drowsy and raised his hand but didn't hold it. The sound of a snap sound was crisp, and Qin Ming's slap slapped hard on her face.

The Burial Flower Witch Lord did not stand firmly and fell to the side. The veil fell, revealing the extremely beautiful face. The phoenix eyes were slightly closed and blood was hanging on the corners of his mouth, which was more sad and beautiful.

"It's so fucking... it's great!" Qin Ming rotated in place, twisted his left foot and raised his right leg, gathering tens of thousands of pounds of strength toward the waist of the Burial Flower Witch. With a dull sound, the body of the Burial Flower Witch, who had not yet fallen, trembled violently and was circulated. Qin Ming took the opportunity to push a palm and landed on the belly of the Burial Flower Witch. A moment before the attack, he suddenly clenched his fist and turned it hard, and hit her abdomen like a wind drill.

The Burial Flower Witch Lord flew out horizontally, smashed three big trees in a row, forcibly stabilized, and blood spurted out again, almost kneeling on the ground.

"I didn't expect it? Did you feel poisoned?" Qin Ming ran for more than ten steps, rose up from the ground, and his right foot, which was full of energy, sucked his right foot towards his white jade-like chin of the Burial Flower Witch Lord.

The qi and blood in the body of the Burial Flower Witch was as painful as the rivers and seas, and the spiritual power was even more uncontrollable and dissipated and lost control. Her consciousness was blurred. She reluctantly raised her hand to intercept it based on her weak sense of crisis.

Bang!

The sound of thunder was as crisp as thunder, and Qin Ming's explosive power was concentrated on this kick.

The right hand of the Burial Flower Witch Lord was bounced up hard, his finger bones were shattered, his skin was blooming, and his huge force hit his palms, and his body was forcibly pulled up.

Qin Ming grabbed the witch master Burial Flower in the throat and shouted loudly: "Bitch, this is called retribution!"

The Burial Flower Witch Lord forced his skills and slightly regained his consciousness. He turned to the side at a critical moment.

result……

Qin Ming grabbed her, but failed to grab her throat. He grabbed the collar. Following the critical force, he thorned his upper body and tore open his clothes. His snow-white shoulders were as silk as silk, and his fiery red clothes were wrapped in a straight plumpness, swaying a subtle curve, forming a strong visual impact.

The slight coolness on the chest and shoulders made the witch Burial Flower suddenly clear.

"It's well maintained, it's quite perky." Qin Ming shook off the silk in his hand, flipped in the air, swept his feet one after another, and pulled towards the body of the Burial Flower Witch Lord.

The little turtle was lying inside, suddenly listening to something wrong outside, and hurriedly lay down on his collar and poked his head out of his head, hissing... so white... so tender... so plump... you can do it, you can do this trick.

"Unforgivable!" The witch of the Burial Flower Sword shouted angrily, and the surging holy power broke out of his body, and in an instant, it hit nearly a thousand meters of space.

The wave of air was filled with rage and violence. Countless trees rose from the ground, a large number of huge rocks flew across the sky, and the thick dust roared and flipped. Qin Ming was the first to be hit, as if he was flooded by a continuous tsunami and flew hundreds of meters. He was already injured, and this rush almost killed him, and his whole body seemed to be torn apart.

"puff……"

The witch of the Burial Flowers sprayed blood again and staggered half kneeling on the ground. The poisonousness was fierce, stimulating the Tai Chi furnace, and the heat waves boiled from the inside to the outside, as if they were about to burn her to ashes. Her delicate body trembled slightly, her face was covered in cold sweat, and her internal organs were cramped.

"Click..."

A crisp sound came from the dust next to it, and it was the sound of stepping on the branches.

The Burial Flower Witch Lord suddenly turned his head, and in the fog, a figure covered in blood was staggering out.

"Can the Infant Soul Ksitigarbha Grass poison the Holy Martial Arts? Hehe... No, I seem to understand. Qianqiu Hou left something in your body." Qin Ming staggered, swaying, his clothes were torn, and his body was covered in golden blood, but his expression was ferocious and terrifying, like a furious lion staring at his prey.

"No matter how serious the injury is, it's not your turn to be arrogant in front of me." A bloody light suddenly appeared in the eyes of the witch of the Burial Flower, and all the petals around it rose up and gathered towards me.

Qin Ming gritted his teeth and rushed towards the Burial Flower Witch Lord. Before the petals gathered around her, he forced her to hold her and tore her to the side.

Huh, the petals roared and were about to hit Qin Ming, but Qin Ming hugged the Burial Flower Witch Lord and rolled violently on the ground. If Qin Ming was killed, it would also seriously injure the Burial Flower Witch Lord, especially her body was boiling like a turbulent river and could not withstand the serious injuries.

Just as the Burial Flower Witch Lord was hesitating, Qin Ming actually gave her underwear to...

"Get out!"

The Burial Flower Witch Lord struggled violently, and his pure and innocent body had never been so humiliated by a man.

"If I can't kill me, I'll kill you! Come on, come on." Qin Ming entangled the witch master of Burial Flower like iron pliers, and even threw the wheels and hit the ruins violently, trying not to give the petals a chance to attack, nor to give her a chance to withdraw. His whole body was thunder and lightning, raging with the strongest power. He was ferocious and roaring, and the full beast, and his whole body burst out desperately. Tens of thousands of pounds of power were added to the witch master of Burial Flower, as if he was about to break her.

"Cruff..."

The Burial Flower Witch Lord vaguely heard the sound of bones breaking in her body. The internal injuries and external forces made her almost crazy. Her mood, which had never been turbulent before, finally rippled. She bit Qin Ming's shoulder.

Qin Ming realized that something was wrong and forced his body to turn around without thinking. This woman could not get crazy like other women and bite people. She must have other intentions.

As expected, the witch of the Burial Flowers burial witch rolled up the tip of the tongue, condensed a petal and hit Qin Ming's shoulder. If Qin Ming had not subconsciously avoided it, the petal would have penetrated his body cavity and penetrated his internal organs. Even so, the petal would have been punched out from the back, shattering two bones, and bringing up a large area of ​​blood.

"Ah!!" Qin Ming screamed, grabbed her hair with his right hand, pulled it back, and opened his mouth to bite her snow-white neck.

"Um..." The little turtle screamed strangely, and his eyes were about to pop out. Oh, this action, this passion, this impulse, give you two a bed, you can make a baby!
Chapter completed!