He gasped for a moment, and his beating heart had calmed down. Han Yiming knew that he didn't have the Ming Yuan Sword, and if he stalemate with them for a moment, motionless, it would make them suspicious. Therefore, when his breathing calmed down, he began to recite the sword technique silently, and the index finger and middle finger of his left hand were also gently induced. Suddenly, the group of people slowly surrounded him, and they all crowded towards him, Han Yiming knew that something was wrong, he couldn't rush out at this time, only by bringing the Mingyuan Sword in, could he have a chance to survive, and he read the sword trick faster and faster in his heart.

The sword of Ming Yuan has always been triggered at one time, and today the sword trick has been recited several times, but there is no movement, and it is the first time I have encountered it. Han Yiming couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive, and some regretted that he didn't take what the second master said to heart. But at this time, there is no regret, these thoughts are all flashing, and they turn over and over again in their hearts, and they recite the sword trick again and again. Those extremely vicious people slowly approached, the expression on their faces was very vicious, and no matter how calm Han Yiming was, he couldn't help but be a little frightened.

Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of a little golden light in the corner of my eye, and I was happy. Looking in that direction, I saw the Ming Yuan Sword appear out of thin air, silent, and already suspended in the air. I don't know where it went in this short moment, and I don't know how many times it recited the Edgeworth Technique before it was summoned. There was a trace of the Ming Yuan Sword, Han Yiming was calm, and with a guide from his left hand, the imperial envoy Ming Yuan Sword flew to his side first, picked himself up, and then went to grab the brocade package.

With a movement of his fingers, the Naruto Sword was already flying towards him. Han Yiming saw a man in front of him, holding a thick wooden stick in his hand, hitting his head, but he didn't care, Mingyuan's sword came very fast, and it would fly to his side in a moment, and the wooden stick was about to hit the air.

Unexpectedly, although the sword of Ming Yuan flew towards this side, it flew directly towards the man wrapped in brocade. The man had probably never seen a sword fly on its own, and he was stunned to see that the sword of Ming Yuan was still far away, but the tip of the sword flashed with a golden light and rushed in front of him. The golden light passed, and one of his arms wrapped in brocade had been cut off by the sword light. The man was stunned, as if he didn't know the pain, and didn't even say a word.

The sword light of the Ming Yuan sword flashed, and the sword had already flown to the man's side. Before the man's severed arm fell to the ground, the Ming Yuan sword had already flown past his severed arm, and the sword body was carrying the brocade burden and flew towards Han Yiming. Han Yiming was overjoyed, there was no moment when he loved this sword so much. Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in his left shoulder, and he couldn't help but let out an "ah".

It turned out that as soon as he saw the appearance of the Ming Yuan Sword, his heart was ecstatic, and he was not as alert as before, and his eyes were only fixed on the Ming Yuan Sword. The man with the thick wooden stick hit him with a stick, and when he saw the sword of Ming Yuan, he was so happy that he had long forgotten to dodge, and was hit on the shoulder by the other party. This stick was very heavy, Han Yiming only felt a sharp pain in his shoulder, shook it a few times, and finally stood still, but his left shoulder was almost unconscious. Even when I touched my right hand, it was wooden, as if I didn't feel it anymore.

The man struck him with a stick, and took a step back to prevent him from using any means. Seeing that he was powerless to fight back, he was also startled, but he didn't know that Han Yiming had no power to fight back, and seeing that his face changed color in pain, and he couldn't even stand still, he shouted a few words, and then swung his stick and pounced on him again. Suddenly, there was a flash of golden light in front of me, I don't know what it was, and I don't know where this golden light came from, but when I saw that the golden light had surged to my chest, my eyes were extremely bright, and the stick was fixed in the air, and I couldn't knock it down. I heard the people around me shouting, and when I looked back, I saw that several companions behind me had fallen to the ground, and I was about to turn around, but I couldn't. When I looked down, I couldn't see my feet, but only the dazzling golden light on my chest, which seemed to pass through my body. When I saw it like this, my chest was hot, and I fell to the ground involuntarily.

Han Yiming had no time to take care of others, gritted his teeth, and saw that the Ming Yuan Sword had flown to the front. Don't think about it anymore, stretch out his right hand and quickly hold the brocade burden in his arms, and then recite the sword trick. Ming Yuan's sword "brushed" the ground, and he flew up. Han Yiming saw that it was dark in front of him, and in a blink of an eye, he saw that the trees were already under his feet, and the surroundings were extremely open, and a little starlight had already flown into the air.

He flew in the air, plucked up his courage, and looked down, but he didn't see it, but when he looked, he saw a swarthy iron knife, thrown at him. Immediately afterwards, I saw the wooden sticks, long knives, and short knives below and couldn't throw them. The higher he flew, the knives and clubs thrown by the people below fell only a moment later.

Han Yiming stood in the air, his thoughts fluctuating. Seeing this group of vicious bandits, I couldn't help but have the idea of killing them cleanly. This idea is not new to this moment, as soon as the Ming Yuan Sword appeared, it was already born. But I couldn't bear it in my heart, and I felt pity when I looked at their poor appearance. Standing in the air, for a while, I couldn't do it, I didn't do it, but I felt unwilling.

I looked at the package I was holding in my arms, and wanted to reach out to uncover the brocade covered on it, to see if it was the little baby, but my left hand was a little disobedient, so I lifted it up for a while, and gently uncovered the brocade that was covered on it. I saw that the little baby who was carved in pink and jade was sleeping soundly. Han Yiming was afraid of making a mistake, so he reluctantly used his disobedient left hand to pull up a small hand outside the little swaddling clothes. The baby was still very small, and his fingers were very small and short, and when he turned his little finger over, he saw a small red dot. In this way, it is this baby, and it can't be wrong.

Han Yiming pulled the brocade down, covered his face, and looked down. It seems that all the things in the past are in front of me again, and at this time, with the Ming Yuan Sword, I just want to pounce on it, use the Shadow Chasing Wind Sword, and kill it in the field. Gritted his teeth, stood in the wind, and remained motionless. After enduring it for a while, thinking of their yellow-skinned and ragged clothes, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh, raised his head, glanced at the deep night sky, pressed this thought, and took the little baby back first.

He turned around, and suddenly saw a person behind him, dressed in a green robe, carrying a wooden sword, floating in the air, it was Pingbo Dao. He stretched out his hand and shook it in front of Han Yiming, and a cold light flashed behind him. Han Yiming's whole body was cold, his fingers could no longer move, the cold rose from his heart, and waves of chill kept expanding from the back of his heart, and he wanted to recite the sword technique in his heart, but he couldn't read it anymore, and even his body was already numb and couldn't move.

The Pingbo Dao people's seven-ring treasure mirror was already very powerful, and he suddenly launched a secret attack, how could Han Yiming be spared? He was hit by the seven-ring treasure mirror, and even his mind became sluggish, and he looked at the Pingbo Dao people in a drowsy state. The eyes of the people of Pingbo Dao flashed, and they smiled, like a cat seeing a mouse.

Han Yiming will have some surprises when he faces the Pingbo Dao people alone? Please pay attention to tomorrow's content. Thank you for your support, thank you very much, please remember to vote for me.