Bang!

Shout!

Rumble!

The earth trembled slightly, and the explosion of the Yuanjing cannon roaring to the ground was not far away, and the dilapidated houses fell into a cloud of dust.

Han Xiaobai nervously leaned on the window and looked out, while Han Ming in the room sat on the ground and cultivated peacefully, and the noisy environment did not affect his mood at all.

The Heaven Cutting Ancient Character in his body finally digested the cold vitality of the previous third-order battle master Blood Sun squad leader, and constantly fed back the pure vitality.

And his injured body was also constantly recovering in cultivation, and if he had precious medicinal materials or pills, his injuries would heal faster.

It didn't take long for the sound of Yuanjing's artillery bombardment to stop, and the shouts of nearly 10,000 people were heard, which lasted less than half an hour, and the battle was quiet.

After Han Ming put the last wisp of vitality into the Qi Palace, he opened his eyes and stood up, pulling Han Xiaobai out of the dilapidated house and heading towards Mingyu Village.

Mingyu Village, where more than 30,000 soldiers of the Blood Sun Empire were stationed, was covered by artillery fire and almost razed to the ground, and the corpses of a large number of soldiers of the Blood Sun Empire were lying on the ground, and the recruits of the six brigades of the Sixth Recruit Regiment of the Blood Sword were happily rummaging through the spoils of war.

"Who's who? Stop!" a recruit shouted loudly when he saw the two figures, one tall and one low, which directly attracted the attention of nearly six thousand sergeants, and instantly the sergeants who were still focusing on rummaging through the trophies surrounded him with a roar.

Han Xiaobai unconsciously squeezed Han Ming's big hand, Han Ming squeezed her little hand soothingly, then showed a friendly smile, looked at the recruits around and said, "My own person, I am No. 007 of the third squad of the seventh brigade of the sixth recruit regiment of the blood sword." ”

"I'm bah!" The recruit who had just shouted to Han Ming stood up and spat with disdain, his name was Sun Zhuang, although he was also a recruit, he was very prestigious in the entire recruit circle with his strength as a ninth-order warrior and his burly figure.

"Who doesn't know that the Seventh Brigade has all been killed a long time ago, even if you are a member of the Seventh Brigade, where did you go when you fought just now, and now you want to come over to find a bargain, I see that you are either a spy or a deserter!"

"Yes, it must be a spy, I have a face for this kid!"

"Damn, after beating this kid, come and pick up the cheap, I just can't get used to such a person!"

Sun Zhuang's shrill sarcasm immediately caused a response from the recruits, and everyone glared at Han Ming, in fact, after the entire Mingyu Village was shelled by Yuan Jing three rounds, the surviving enemies were only 3,000 people, so the battle they experienced was nothing more than a one-sided massacre, and there was nothing to be proud of at all.

Sun Zhuang looked at Han Ming with disdain, although he could see the military emblem on Han Ming's chest, but he also saw the greedy wolf giant sword behind Han Ming's back and the little beauty in his hand, and there was a trace of vague greed and jealousy in his eyes.

"You can't talk nonsense, I was on a mission before, and I was injured, so I didn't participate in the battle, and I am definitely not a spy deserter!" Although Han Ming sensed Sun Zhuang's obvious hostility and greed in his eyes, his face sank.

"Bah, an imposter still dares to talk nonsense, I see that the sword on your back was also picked up from here, bring it to me!" Sun Zhuang said and walked up to Han Ming's side with a high stride, and reached for the giant sword behind Han Ming with his big hand.

The onlookers are also happy to watch, sweeping the battlefield is like this, the strong see the weak pick up good loot, and the robbers abound directly, this kind of thing The team leader will not care much, after all, the battlefield is a bunch of men, whoever has a big fist, who has the right to speak.

Although everyone heard the meaning of Sun Zhuang's words, no one stopped them.

"I advise you to give the sword to Lao Tzu obediently, so as not to suffer from flesh and skin!" Sun Zhuang lifted the corners of his mouth and whispered coldly.

Syllable!

Han Ming had a cold face, not caring about Sun Zhuang's threat at all, and raised his big hand to clasp Sun Zhuang's big hand of the giant sword behind him.

"It's over!" Han Ming stared at Sun Zhuang indifferently and reminded in a deep voice.

"Yo!" Sun Zhuang smiled playfully, his face suddenly turned cold, and the vitality in his body surged out, and was exerted by Han Ming's clenched palm.

Hum!

Sun Zhuang struggled, his face turned red, but his wrist was still tightly clamped by Han Ming, he looked at Han Ming in disbelief, he didn't expect that the other party was so young that he was also a ninth-order soldier, and his hand strength was much greater than him!

With so many recruits watching, his face suddenly felt a little unbearable, a trace of viciousness flashed in Sun Zhuang's eyes, he looked at Han Xiaobai beside Han Ming, laughed cruelly, raised his foot and kicked towards Han Xiaobai's body, since the two of them are together, this kid will not die without help!

He is a ninth-order soldier, and if he takes one foot down, Han Xiaobai may be killed directly!

Han Ming's eyes suddenly widened, and rolling anger surged up in his heart, he didn't expect the other party to attack a defenseless girl, and this girl shared life and death with him, he had long treated her as his own sister in his heart!

Rumble!

Han Ming's meridians and vitality flowed in his body, and he immediately bent down to block Sun Zhuang's full of vitality whip legs with one hand, and grabbed Sun Zhuang's neckline with the other big hand, and pressed his back to the back, and swept it away.

Sun Zhuang didn't expect Han Ming's counterattack to be so sharp and effective, and the whole person was lifted up, fortunately, he was not an inexperienced novice, and he turned over beautifully in mid-air, landing firmly on his feet.

"I'm going to fucking kill you!" As soon as he landed, Sun Zhuang roared angrily, but what answered him was a horizontal sword with a strong vitality!

Boom!

Sun Zhuang was shocked, his arms crossed in front of his chest, but Han Ming's power to use such a giant sword to shoot horizontally was so huge, his whole person was like a fly and was slapped on the ground by a sword and rolled four or five times in a row, covered in dust and embarrassed!

"You!" Sun Zhuang got up with a shocked and frightened face, and after just one move, he knew that he was not Han Ming's opponent at all, especially when he saw Han Ming's dark eyes that flashed with murderous intent, he couldn't help but tremble.

But the girl beside Han Ming was even more heart-wrenching, the girl looked straight at him, her eyes were cold and empty, as if she was looking at a corpse.

"Are you still coming?" Han Ming knew that this place was similar to the family, the weak would be bullied, and the strong could be respected, so he stood with a sword and spoke indifferently.

It was suddenly a sneer from outside the crowd.

"You new soldier, the brigade and the squad are all wiped out, and you dare to beat the people of the first squad of my first brigade?"

When Sun Zhuang heard this, he shouted happily as if he had heard a savior: "Captain Bai, this kid has just come and is crazy, educate him, how to behave!"

The recruits retreated when they heard this, and a veteran with high cheekbones and a thin chin walked slowly in front of Han Ming, he swept Han Ming with a sharp gaze, looked at Sun Zhuang again, and grinned: "Let's not talk about whether you are a spy or not, you just beat my soldiers, should I clean you up?"

Whitehall is the captain of the first squad of the first brigade of the sixth recruit regiment of the Blood Sword, and he is also the captain of the squad who was temporarily promoted to the rank of war division because of this war.

He has always been narrow-minded, greedy, and selfish, and he has often clashed with other squads, but because he was from a family and was lucky enough to cultivate a primary-level fire Xuanyi technique for breaking the army, the average squad leader really didn't dare to be tough with him.

Han Ming could naturally feel the violent momentum in this person's body, he raised his hand to push Han Xiaobai aside, and said with a frown: "I beat him, and he also came up to let him beat!"

"Okay, I'll come up and let you fight too!" A mean sneer appeared on Whitehall's face, and he took a step forward, and his whole body was full of flames, and the strong momentum of his third-order warrior made the recruits extremely discolored and fearful, and even the snow around them instantly turned into white vapor and evaporated.

Whitehall snorted coldly and strode forward again, the big fist covered in flame vitality towards Han Ming's chest.

Before the fist arrived, the fiery fist wind had arrived, Han Mingban frowned, raised the giant sword and held it across his heart, and the ancient characters in the Qi Hall won the black light again.

Rumble!

Sparks!

Han Ming's face turned pale suddenly, his footsteps kept retreating, the violent flame vitality frantically poured into his body, and the scorching vitality continued to ignite the vitality in his body, this fire system technique was more violent and powerful than the ice system exercise, although there was a suppression of the ancient character of the Heaven Cutting Force, the corner of his mouth still overflowed with a trace of red blood.

Third-order battle master, he has also faced it directly before, but he is still so struggling, a large-order difference, it is really a world of difference!

"How good am I, dare you to shout so arrogantly, boy, leave the sword, admit your mistake and apologize!" Whitehall put his hands behind his back, glanced at Han Ming, and his cheekbones became even higher when he sneered.

The onlookers all looked at Han Ming sadly, and everyone knew that what was favored by Whitehall would inevitably be coerced and lured by it.

Han Ming spat out the blood, his eyes flashed with a cold luster, and the corners of his mouth grinned a fierce and crazy smile, he looked directly at the angry White Hall and sneered: "You are nothing more than that?!"

A brigade of 1,000 people chased and killed, and he was not afraid!

Facing the encirclement of a third-order warlord and the sniping of a warlord-level archer, he is still alive and well.

Want him to bow his head now?

"Okay!good! you're amazing!" Whitehall laughed angrily, he didn't say more, the burning flame energy in his body became even more intense, and he dodged and swept towards Han Ming like a hungry tiger pounced.

"Stop!" a cold shout made Whitehall's body tremble, but he honestly regained his vitality and turned around in embarrassment.

A woman in fiery red tight-fitting armor walked over, and the eyes of many recruits instantly turned into amazement and awe when they touched this figure, and the audience was stunned for a moment, everyone raised their chests high, and hammered their right hands on their chests, "Salute!"

Huo Wu stepped forward with her eyebrows, she glanced at Whitehall, and then at Han Ming, "Old Wolf Slope hasn't been occupied yet, so it's in a hurry to fight?"

"No, no, No, Lord Warlord, I'm just talking to the recruits to help them improve their combat skills quickly. Knowing that Huo Wu was short of people under his hands now, Whitehall would not punish himself too much, and immediately smiled with a flattering smile on his face.

Fire Dance really won't punish Whitehall, a veteran of the Battle Master rank is also scarce in her hands now, it is important to maintain the fighting spirit, and the team in Whitehall has always performed well, although she is very tired of Whitehall's character, but there is nothing she can do.

Huo Wu frowned slightly, looked at the recruit who caused the incident, and the girl next to the recruit, and asked, "Your establishment, recruit?"

Han Ming looked at the female general of the imperial two-color military emblem in front of him without humility, and his voice was sonorous and powerful: "The Sixth Blood Sword Legion, the Seventh Brigade, the Third Squad, No. 007!"

"007!" A hint of surprise and astonishment flashed in Huo Wumei's eyes, and a rare touching smile appeared on her cold face, "You are 007?, the recruit who killed the two long-range Yuanjing cannons of Lao Wolf Slope?!"