The two battle divisions of the Mingyao Legion were slowly advancing towards the center of the forest, and they both had the strength of a fifth-order battle division, so they were full of confidence in besieging and killing a seriously injured fourth-order battle division.

Suddenly.

A battle master's right eye jumped a few times, and he had a very bad premonition in his heart, raised his hand and subconsciously grabbed his companion beside him, and said in a trembling voice: "Hey, something is wrong!"

"Cut, what's wrong, you won't be intimidated by a seriously injured fourth-order warrior, right? The companion said disdainfully, "Think about it, a human head, a high-level martial art that breaks the army, and a moment of general-level blood crystal!"

"No, no, let's go!" the warrior's heart began to stir for no reason, this was a physical sign that he was in great danger, and he nervously observed the situation around him, and even the surrounding trees seemed to become hideous.

Hiss!

The companion was about to answer something, when he suddenly heard a shriek of wind.

Boom!

The trees that blocked them were slashed by a sword, and a figure with golden flames burning quickly towards them.

"It's that kid!" his companion shouted in surprise, slapped the sword in his hand, and swept towards the figure shrouded in golden flames.

"Give me death, hahaha!" his companion sneered, his face showing ecstasy, as if he had already mastered the high-level martial arts of the army.

"Die!" Han Ming raised his golden pupils and glanced at the man, silently chanting in his heart, his footsteps left golden flame footprints on the ground, and his body suddenly disappeared in place.

"What's going on!" The companion was instantly confused and at a loss, and when he was slightly stunned, Han Ming's golden figure suddenly appeared behind him.

"Die!" Han Ming's eyes widened, and he burst into a shout, his hands clenched the giant sword, the sword intent and golden vitality of the body poured into the sword body, and the blade of the sword tore through the air, with a hint of charm that split the sky and the earth, and slashed down.

The warrior was not slow to react, turned around and used his vitality, raised the Mithril high-grade longsword in his hand, and resisted in horror.

The golden giant sword slammed into the long sword in his hand, but the horror on his face did not subside, but became more intense, and the furious golden vitality followed the long sword in his hand, and the internal organs in his body were shattered into mud at the moment of the fight!

"Impossible!" the man opened his mouth to utter three words as he was dying, and blood continued to flow out of his mouth, falling to the ground like a puddle of soft mud, lifeless.

Click!

Han Ming's footsteps did not stop in the slightest, and his body disappeared strangely in place again, of course, not really disappeared, but too fast!

"Don't kill me, I was wrong, I was really wrong!" The other fighter was already frightened, he retreated in horror, turned and ran!

Just the moment he turned around, Han Ming appeared beside him, raised the golden giant sword, and cut the person in two from his waist, and the blood was suddenly scattered to the ground.

Click!

He slashed both of them, without stopping for the slightest, and swept out of the forest.

"He's here, he's all here...... Ah, don't kill me, please...... Ahh

"Damn, this guy is a little terrifyingly strong!" After a seventh-order warrior blocked Han Ming's sword, he vomited blood again and again, his face full of horror and despair.

There was a hint of Ling Ran's smile on the corner of Han Ming's mouth, his face was full of blood, his body swept towards him again, and the golden giant sword slashed down again.

The seventh-order warrior looked at Han Ming, who was as bloodthirsty as Shura, in horror, and his big hand holding the weapon trembled, he already regretted why he had come with him to wade into troubled waters.

Rumble!

The weapon in his hand was shattered by the golden giant sword, and the broad golden blade slashed diagonally from his neck without stopping.

Yes!

Yes...... Yes!

With tears of pain in his eyes, he screamed miserably until his entire body was cut in two.

Finally someone began to retreat, they were the highest seventh-order battle masters, and they were still four teams, one of the fourth-order war masters in the team was split in half by Han Ming, and the strongest seventh-order war master was cut in two by Han Ming with only two moves, and the other two people had weak legs, turned around and ran away crying and shouting.

"He's not human, he's Shura!"

"Golden Shura!"

Not only the people who have faced Han Ming are afraid, but even the warriors who have followed the sound of the fight all the way are also afraid, along the way, the strength of those dead warriors is getting higher and higher, but without exception, they are not cut in half by the giant sword, and the bloodstains and two halves of the corpse are scattered, and their hearts are getting colder and colder.

"Damn, that guy from Dongguo Qi is playing with us! That Han Ming is definitely not seriously injured, you can see that there are already six dead in his hands. ”

"There are also seventh-order warriors who also died here, and it has only been five or six breaths since I heard that the two are fighting, and this Hawkeye's seventh-order warrior has died here!"

"God knows why that Blood Sword Han Ming is so strong, isn't he only a fourth-order battle master?"

A group of warriors looked at the figure that was burning with golden flames, and finally stopped the pace of pursuit, and did not have the courage to chase any further.

This is full of severed limbs and corpses, it is very appropriate to call him a golden Shura, even Han Ming doesn't know, his golden Shura's nickname has been widely spread since the secret realm of blood corpses, and this nickname has also become a nightmare for many people.

Han Ming could feel that his life was passing quickly, and he knew that he couldn't delay any longer, he had to kill him out of the forest as soon as possible, and then find a safe place to recuperate.

Call!

Han Ming dragged his tired body, rushed out of the forest with his sword, he didn't stop at all, he ran towards the outer edge of the center of the secret realm, his speed increased to the extreme, and he didn't dare to release the state of burning and slaughtering, until he went around into a remote mountain bag.

But before Han Ming could find a place to stay in this mountain bag, he saw a familiar figure running down the winding mountain road.

Blood Sword Legion Zhao Family Zhao Heng!

"Han Ming! I said it a long time ago, with the Xuanhuo Seal, you can't escape from the palm of my hand, today is your death!" Zhao Heng laughed cruelly, thinking of Dong Guo Qi's reward, he was even more proud, he just heard that Han Ming was wanted by Dong Guo Qi, and Han Ming's terrifying record in the dry forest had not yet reached his ears.

Han Ming's footsteps slowed, shook off the bloodstains on the giant sword, a pair of golden eyes, and the corners of his mouth lifted slightly: "Zhao Heng, I seem to have reminded you that when you see me again, you must run!"

"Ouch, I've never seen someone who is so good at pretending like you, Han Ming, you really refreshed my understanding of brain damage. Zhao Heng hugged his stomach and laughed, as if he had heard the funniest joke ever, after laughing, he straightened his waist, looked at Han Ming playfully, and asked proudly: "I just want to ask where you got your confidence?!

Han Ming hated others to joke with people close to him, originally he didn't have fire and Zhao Heng was like this, but what Zhao Heng said now had already made his chest churn with anger, he withdrew the giant sword in his hand, the golden flames on his body burned more violently, and he asked in a solemn voice: "Do you want to know where I got my confidence?"

"Okay, tell me......" Before Zhao Heng finished speaking, he suddenly froze in place, because he suddenly found that there were three Han names running towards him, and before he could react, he found that another Han Ming had arrived in front of his face at some point.

Han Ming smiled coldly, raised the golden flame burning big hand and slapped it Zhao Heng's face, this slap was calm and steady.

Zhao Heng's body flipped with the castration of the slap, opened his mouth and spewed out a wave of blood and a few teeth, and rolled to the ground with a thud, his eyes were full of horror and glared at Han Ming, he was an eighth-order battle master, and he was actually slapped by a seriously injured fourth-order war master.

And it was a slap that made him enter a state of serious injury, and when the flame slaughter was turned on, Han Ming's ordinary blow was the power of the middle-level martial arts of the broken army, and Zhao Heng naturally suffered if he had no defense!

Beep!

The corners of Han Ming's mouth raised a creepy smile, and his body turned into a golden light and shadow again, towards Zhao Heng.

Zhao Heng could barely see Han Ming's figure clearly, and he was ruthless, his eyes were red and he roared angrily: "Come on, grandpa will teach you ......"

Before Zhao Heng finished speaking, he saw Han Ming kicking towards his chin, he suffered a loss, and he had already gained enough memory, so he turned his vitality and crossed his arms to defend.

Rumble!

Zhao Heng was like a football that had been kicked out, and the horror and disbelief he felt at the beginning suddenly turned into despair and fear.

It's just that he hasn't seen him for three months, and Han Ming's progress is so terrifying, not only the weirdness of this Golden Flame martial art, but he can feel the terrifying strength of his own body!

Shout!

Before Zhao Heng's body fell in mid-air, Han Ming's body suddenly turned into a golden light and continued to attack!

"I was wrong! I was wrong!" Zhao Heng's confidence collapsed instantly, and he was really careless, otherwise he would be able to fight with Han Mingyou for a while with the strength of an eighth-order battle master, and when Han Ming's physical strength was exhausted, the situation would be reversed at that time!

Zhao Heng saw Han Ming attacking, his hair stood on end, and he shouted in horror and fear as if he had seen a devil to admit his mistake, but Han Ming's last blow smashed his dantian position with his elbow.

Click!

The sound of the shattering qi hall was extremely clear in Zhao Heng's ears, his eyes instantly widened, his body fell from the air fiercely, and he smashed to the ground with a bang, vomiting three mouthfuls of essence blood in a row, and raised his head with difficulty and glared at Han Ming angrily with tears in his eyes, "You...... You dare to abolish me! I ...... Poof!"

Zhao Heng spit out a mouthful of blood again, he was now angry and bloody, angry and angry, seriously injured and dying, trembling violently, holding a breath in his heart, but his eyes were black, and he died!

Zhao Heng was not beaten to death by Han Ming, but he was angry with himself!

Speaking of an eighth-order war master, and a child of a family, he died in the end so aggrieved, he never thought that Han Ming would kill him like slaughtering a chicken and a dog, but a large part of this is because his foundation is weak, it is just a high-level level, and it is just a fancy shelf piled up with elixir spiritual liquid!

The golden flames gradually extinguished on Han Ming's body, fatigue and exhaustion poured into his limbs like a tide, and the heavens and the earth had already turned up and down in his eyes, but he stubbornly held on to the last trace of his sanity, and stubbornly climbed towards the mountain bag.

He can't just fall here, last time there was a gray wolf, this time no one will come to save him.

Dongguo Qi!

Dongguo Qi!

Han Ming read the name, stimulated his mind with hatred, his face was pale and there was no blood, but he still climbed the mountain bag, he stumbled and didn't know how to find a cave, and broke into it with his head stuffed.

Before Han Ming could relax himself, he heard someone in the cave ask coldly.

"Who?"

A trace of despair arose in Han Ming's heart, but he didn't expect to escape Dong Guo Qi's nirvana, escape the siege of so many war divisions, escape Zhao Heng's encirclement, and later send his head to someone's door.

Han Ming smiled miserably, stood at the entrance of the cave and remained silent, looking at the cave half-awake and half-asleep.

At this time, a girl hiding in the cave slowly poked her head out, just when Han Ming glanced at her, the girl immediately smiled like a flower, and shouted happily: "Brother, it's him!"