"Well, today I'm going to let you know the consequences of hurting my brother!" As soon as the words fell, He Ming was just about to make a move. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Qiu Qiou suddenly laughed, there was no lack of ridicule and sarcasm in the laughter, "It turns out that you are the poor brother Muzi of the poor boy at the beginning, why don't you remember me" Qiu Qiou said and his expression began to become playful, "Do you remember that at the gate of Northridge City more than half a year ago, I told you that the account that injured my servant would be settled with you?" Haha, it seems that God helps me, it just so happens that your young master and I are in a bad mood, I will let you die here today, and you dare to sneak into the Tianmen Sect, I don't want to live! ”

After saying that, Qiu Qiou was like a missile, rushing straight towards He Ming, because at this time he already knew the details of the person in front of him, he was not a disciple of the Tianmen Sect, but a mortal with natural divine power, so even if Qiu Qiou was only a strong early stage of cultivation, it was also a great power for mortals.

Looking at Qiu Qiou flying in front of him, He Ming's anger rose again, and he could no longer find any reason not to waste the person in front of him.

Arrogant, insidious and vicious, unrepentant, reckless in regard for human life... All these reasons made He Ming no longer care about Qiu Qiou, who was only fifteen or six and still looked like a child.

"Smack!" With a crisp voice, He Ming steadily caught Qiu Qiou's offensive. Qiu Qiou didn't expect He Ming's strength to be much greater than he imagined, so he immediately kicked up on his toes, jumped back, and quickly retreated, keeping a distance from He Ming.

"Fire charge!" As Qiu Qiou's body flew back, he took advantage of the situation to send out a series of flames from his fingertips and hit He Ming, for fear that He Ming would attack him when he retreated.

In the face of the attack of the flame bomb, He Ming was not in a hurry or slow, and immediately cast a ghost shadow trail, dodged quickly, and ran towards Qiu Qiou, who was still retreating in mid-air, at the fastest speed. Although it is a run, it looks like a walk to outsiders, disappearing and disappearing, and the leap reaches a distance of 10 meters. After walking a few steps, he had already reached a place less than five meters in front of Qiu Qiou.

Looking at the enemy close at hand, Qiu Qiou's original self-confidence began to waver, and in mid-air, he couldn't change the trajectory of his body at all, and in a panic, he suddenly had an idea, "Flame Technique!" After finishing speaking, Qiu Qiou exhaled heavily, and then spat out a raging fire from his mouth, spewing out a semi-circular arc-shaped flame belt towards He Ming and He Ming's left. And just as the flame belt was formed, the corner of Qiu Qiou's mouth sneered, and a cold light appeared in his right hand, and a short sword was suddenly thrown to the left side without the flame belt.

All this happened in just a few seconds, He Ming was just as Qiu Qiou expected, he did not force himself to spew out the flame zone, but dodged to the right, but He Ming didn't know that he was doing this exactly what Qiu Qiou was doing.

He Ming, who avoided the flames, did not take it lightly, after all, he was now facing a cultivator, and he was just a mortal who knew a little martial arts, had relatively great strength, and had thicker skin. The pupils of his eyes contracted, and He Ming had just dodged the flame, but at this time, he found that a cold light was already waiting for him here.

Although the ghost shadow trace is mysterious, it is said to be a secular martial art. Faced with such a close-range trap that had been arranged in advance, He Ming asked himself that he couldn't hide now. "Drink!" He Ming roared, transferred his internal strength to his palms, and put his palms in front of him, wanting to slow down the attack of this cold light with his flesh and blood.

"Ping!" With a crisp metal sound, something incredible happened, and when the handle short sword collided with He Ming's palms, it was directly bounced off as if it had hit an impregnable stone wall. This scene not only made Qiu Qiou unbelievable, but even He Ming was very surprised. I thought that the last time I fought with the barbarians, I broke the sword with my body, because before I lost my memory, I really might be a practitioner as the barbarian leader said at that time, and I had reached the highest level of martial arts. Otherwise, how could he have such great strength and such agility. But now, He Ming never dreamed that he could even bounce off the sword of a cultivator with his body unscathed.

After discovering that he had such a strong body, a doubt began to appear in He Ming's heart, that is, one thing he had always wanted to know - who was he? Is it really as simple as I guessed that he was a martial arts master before he lost his memory?

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