Seeing the momentum of Qin Ming's fist, Ran Sibo didn't have any confidence to stop it.

At this moment, he suddenly understood how desperate Zhu Lechun faced. Such an attack could not be blocked by these arrogances. Perhaps only the enchanting martial arts genius Chen Xiuxian could block it.

No, maybe even Chen Xiuxian can't stop him, there is only one way, not to give Qin Ming time to accumulate energy.

Such an attack would definitely take a long time to accumulate energy and consume a lot of Dao. As long as Qin Ming is not given time to accumulate energy, then it is absolutely impossible to issue such a powerful attack.

Before, Qin Ming and Zhu Lechun fought because under the cover of the fog, Zhu Lechun couldn't do it even if he didn't want to charge Qin Ming, and the situation of the battle was completely controlled by Qin Ming.

And this battle was the time he deliberately gave Qin Ming. He originally thought that time was on his side. The longer it was, the better it would be for him.

Only now I realized that I was thinking too much, and given Qin Ming time, he was looking for death.

"Give up!" Ran Sibo shouted out again, holding the big knife tightly in his hand, his eyes became firm.

Since he chose the road of martial arts, he was bound to face danger. Since the day he practiced martial arts, he had the consciousness of death.

Ran Sibo's surrender was not beyond Qin Ming's expectation, but even if Ran Sibo surrendered, he wouldn't be able to take this punch if he wanted to.

If he achieves ten percent of the integration of Fenghuo Dao, he may be able to do it, but now, this punch must be hit.

"Attack as you want, don't stick to your moves and ways!" Qin Ming yelled at Ran Sibo, slamming his fist on his chest. Although there was no way to recover it all, Qin Ming was trying his best to reduce the power of this move. , I only hope that Ran Sibo can survive.

Hearing Qin Ming's words, Ran Sibo's mind flashed.

What Qin Ming meant was to let him not stick to the moves, not stick to the Tao.

Does it really mean to let his body respond to it?

Under the threat of death, his mind turned faster than ever before, and Qin Ming suddenly understood it as if it was a divine enlightenment.

"I see!" Ran Sibo held the handle of the knife in his hand, no despair and fear on his face, instead he was eager to try.

Raising his hand to shoot the knife, without any move, it slashed on Qin Ming's fist, and there was no loud impact, but it was as if it was attached to Qin Ming's fist.

However, this lasted time was very short. In an instant, the powerful Fenghuo Dao directly hit the broadsword through the flames.

Ran Sibo could no longer hold the big knife in his hand, and flew out. At the same time, Qin Ming's fist was facing his chest from top to bottom.

Ran Sibo only had time to stretch out his arm to block his chest, gathering all the strength to block it.

After the unloading force of the big sword, and the offset of the big knife and Qin Ming's wind and fire, the fist that hit his arm still broke his arm in an instant.

Only after these few buffers, Qin Ming's fist finally stopped.

Ran Sibo took seven steps backwards and sat down on the ground. The bones of both arms were completely broken. He was sideways, blood gushing from the corners of his mouth, and coughing constantly.

He gritted his teeth and endured the tremendous pain in his body.

At this time, the referee had arrived in front of Ran Sibo and began to check his injury.

Ran Sibo shook his head. Now he has adapted a little. It feels less painful than before. The pain on his face disappeared and he laughed.