The ironclad man let out a beastly roar, his left hand tightly clasped Han Ming's ankle, and pulled it behind with one hand, Han Ming's thin body was simply dragged to the ground.

Han Ming was blinded by the sudden attack of the ironclad man, and before he could react, he was put down by the ironclad man, and his ankle was still tightly held by the ironclad man. He tried to break free, only to find that the ironclad man's fingers were like five iron hoops on his ankles, and he couldn't get them open.

There was a hint of hesitation on Han Ming's face, and before he could react, the ironclad man stood up suddenly, and then lifted Han Ming into the air like a chick, he roared suddenly, and smashed Han Ming to the ground like a pimp.

This ironclad man is tall and powerful, if he falls strong this time, Han Ming will be broken into meat sauce even if he is copper skin and iron bones.

The situation was urgent, but Han Ming didn't have time to mention any true qi and mana, what he had learned was useless, and when he saw that he was about to be slammed to the ground, Han Ming's left leg subconsciously wrapped around the iron man's thick arm, and then his whole body shrunk into a ball, hugging the iron man's arm tightly, it was completely a street scoundrel fighting posture, and it could be seen that he had learned kung fu.

Han Ming's whole body shrunk into a very small ball, and he brushed the ground dangerously and dangerously, although he avoided a life and death crisis, the top of Han Ming's head was still bruised in a large piece, and blood flowed down instantly.

Han Ming's headband was also shattered the moment his head was bruised, and his shoulder-length hair instantly fell apart, mixed with blood sticking to his forehead, making him look unusually embarrassed.

Before Han Ming had time to be afraid, the ironclad man roared angrily, and once again waved Han Ming's ankle and threw Han Ming to the ground, this time the ironclad man's arm was extremely low, and Han Ming would definitely not be able to dodge it with the same method.

However, this time Han Ming had a breath more reaction time than last time, only to see a trace of fierceness in his eyes, and with one hand to his waist, there was an extra snow-white soft sword in his hand, and then he slashed towards his ankle without thinking about it.

"Bell. A burst of silver light flashed, and the soft sword instantly exploded into more than two dozen pieces, shining with silver light and scattering in all directions, after the soft sword exploded, it was not only the hilt, but an extra cold and shining spike, and there was even a spike hidden in the soft sword.

Four of the five fingers of the ironclad man were broken at the root, and the remaining one was only a trace of flesh and skin, and Han Ming's ankle broke free from the shackles of the ironclad man's palm with a slight effort.

However, at this time, Han Ming was also thrown away due to inertia, and if he fell strong this time, he was afraid that he would be seriously injured, and even die on the spot.

Han Ming's eyes were not panicked, but a trace of ferocity appeared again, he pinched the hilt of the sword in his hand, and the spikes on the hilt disappeared in just a flash, and the next moment it penetrated into the throat of the ironclad man, and there was a thin iron cable behind the spike connected to the hilt in Han Ming's hand.

Han Ming roared angrily, and pulled the iron rope in his hand and flew in a semicircle in the air and flew behind the ironclad man, and then he slammed his knee into the ironclad man's shoulder.

The ironclad man was knocked forward, but after a stumble, he still stood firmly, but how could Han Ming's offensive be all that! Han Ming threw away the mutilated hilt of the sword in his hand, held the saber he had used before with one hand, and thrust the saber into it a few more inches with a sudden force, and then pulled it hard, it seemed that he wanted to cut off the entire neck of the ironclad man, but it seemed to be very laborious, and it didn't succeed for a while.

The ironclad man was stuck with two weapons in his throat, and he was still not dead yet, and at this moment, he kept reaching out to grab Han Ming, and several times he almost grabbed Han Ming's calf again, which made Han Ming's movements extremely restricted.

Han Ming frowned, if he was caught again, there would be no second Mother and Son Serial Sword to save his life.

Han Ming kicked his left foot lightly towards the back of the ironclad man, and the whole person flew out of the air, but when he just left the ironclad man's back, a child's arm-thick iron cylinder slipped out of his sleeve, and Han Ming aimed the iron cylinder at the ironclad man in front of him.

"Ponto, pun, pun. The iron cylinder instantly spewed out three bursts of silver smoke, and the iron helmet on the iron armor's head instantly shattered in response to the sound, and the fragments of the iron helmet were blown up and scattered everywhere.

Han Ming stumbled and landed not far from the ironclad man, he slowly put the thousand yarn tube in his hand into his sleeve, and then looked coldly at the ironclad man two feet away.

The power of this thousand yarn cylinder is extremely terrifying, it can penetrate the soft sword five zhang away, the human body fifteen zhang away, and the distance of Han Ming's silver needle is not even one zhang, and most of them hit the head of the iron armor man, and the damage caused can be imagined.

The ironclad man turned his back to Han Ming, his whole body convulsed, and his throat kept gurgling, as if a mouthful of blood was stuck there and couldn't come out, and it sounded quite terrifying.

The ironclad man twitched for a while, then leaned forward with his hands, and then fell to the ground with a bang, the heavy ironclad on his body "banged" on the ground, constantly echoing in the open space.

Seeing the ironclad man fall to the ground with a bang, Han Ming staggered back a few feet, as if he was exhausted, and then sat on the ground with his buttocks, gritting his teeth and tearing open the bloodstained trouser leg, revealing his bloody right leg.

In order to get his ankle out of the confinement of the iron man's palm, Han Ming had no choice but to use the Mother and Son Chain Sword, but he got out of trouble, but his right leg was also seriously injured by the Mother and Child Chain.

At the beginning, he chose a total of seven or eight kinds of extremely strange weapons to entrust to the weapon shop outside Zhu Chiyuan to build, but the weapon shop only succeeded in creating three kinds of weapons, namely the hook set, the thousand yarn tube, and the mother and son chain sword.

The hook is used for climbing and hard-catching light weapons with bare hands, and Han Ming used this hook when he was lying on the top of the cave without falling. The thousand spinning tube can shoot out fifty-three millicapillary needles in an instant, and the destructive power is amazing. The first two weapons were simple to use and amazingly powerful, and the weapon shop had made two sets, so Han Ming gave Zhu Yiwen a set of self-defense.

Only the third weapon mother-son serial sword is the most special, it can usually be used as a soft sword wrapped around the waist as a belt, and it can also be used as an ordinary sword weapon to fight with people, but the most powerful thing about this sword is self-detonation, and there is a sub-sword in it after the self-detonation, which can fly out and hurt people, but because the self-explosion is very unstable and easy to hurt himself, Han Ming did not send it to Zhu Yiwen.

That weapon shop only barely created a mother-son sword, and because this mother-son serial sword is a one-time consumable, so Han Ming has never known the true power of the mother-son serial sword, although the ironware shop shopkeeper praised this sword to the sky, but Han Ming has not believed it, so just now he slashed at the fingers of the ironclad man, not the arm, and the ironclad man's arm is a thick iron armor!

But I didn't expect the Mother and Son Serial Sword to be so powerful, not only did it directly cut off the five fingers of the ironclad man, but it also castrated unabated, leaving a half-inch-deep wound on Han Ming's leg.

If Han Ming hadn't collected his sword quickly, his right foot would have been cut off entirely, and in addition to being scratched by the mother-son sword on his leg, four or five fragments of the mother-son sword had also been embedded in his calf after the mother-son sword exploded.

Han Ming gritted his teeth and pulled out a few fragments of the mother-son sword, then vigorously tore off a piece of cloth on his sleeve and pierced it at his knee, he took out a small medicine bottle from his arms, and poured the whole bottle of powder on the wound, and the powder immediately solidified when it met the blood, which barely stopped the blood gushing out.

Han Ming tore off a large piece of cloth from his body again, and then wrapped it layer by layer on the bloody wound, every time he touched the wound, Han Ming took a breath of cold air, and his face showed an extremely painful expression, but a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes.

Han Ming wrapped very slowly, a full quarter of an hour, before he finished wrapping his legs tightly, Han Ming's face showed a faint look of disappointment, just now he had accumulated the mana of his whole body and was ready to fight hard, but he didn't find that he was sneak attacked.

The source of the soul-shaking attack had not yet been found, and he could clearly hear a woman's coquettish smile as he lay on the roof of the cave, so he was sure that the ironclad man was not the only threat here, and there should be an even more ghostly existence hiding in the shadows.

In order to guard against the threat hidden in the shadows, Han Ming had always tried to use only the martial arts among mortals, and only used the light body technique slightly when he couldn't dodge the ironclad people.

It stands to reason that after the ironclad man is abolished, the threat hidden in the shadows should be done, and Han Ming sold a big flaw when he bandaged his wounds, but no one came to sneak attack, which made him very disappointed.

Han Ming slowly stood up, walked towards the ironclad man, and pulled out a torch in his hand, a fierce battle, most of the torches here were knocked out, so the environment was much darker.

Before he could get close to the ironclad man, Han Ming smelled a burst of blood, but there was still a putrid smell in this bloody smell, as if the corpse had rotted.

Han Ming gradually approached the ironclad man, stopped when he was still a foot away, and then quietly looked at the ironclad man.

The iron helmet behind the ironclad man's brain was shattered by a thousand yarn tubes, and more than a hundred silver needles were densely inserted into his skull, and streams of foul-smelling liquid flowed out of his throat and soon flowed to the ground.

Han Ming couldn't help but be a little shocked, the thousand yarn tube even shot the iron helmet, but it didn't shatter the man's skull, but it was just densely inserted into it, you can imagine how hard the skull of this ironclad man was.

As the foul-smelling liquid continued to flow out, Han Ming's brows furrowed tightly, Han Ming didn't hear the ironclad man's breathing and heartbeat when he was fighting, at first he thought that the ironclad man had used the breathing technique, but now it seems that this ironclad man is not a human at all!

Han Ming took a step forward, wanting to take a closer look at the situation of this ironclad man, and suddenly the motionless ironclad man twitched violently, and then burst open, and a burst of black water exploded into a mist that enveloped a space, and the iron armor on his body flew directly in all directions, and more than a dozen of them flew straight towards Han Ming.

Han Ming immediately took a step back, narrowly avoiding those iron armor fragments, but it seemed that due to the serious injury on his right leg, he stumbled and almost fell to the ground without standing firmly.

Before Han Ming could regain his footing, a place in the mist made by the black water swayed slightly, as if it was blown by the wind. A dark blood-colored figure flashed and appeared in front of Han Ming in an instant, his speed was more than five or six times faster than the previous ironclad man!

The dark red figure stretched out his hand and smashed towards Han Ming, who seemed to have no reaction at all, and was inserted straight into his chest with one arm, and then pulled it out from behind his back.

Han Ming didn't seem to expect this blow at all, his chest was directly pierced by the dark red figure's arm, and he couldn't survive, but the expression on Han Ming's face was very weird, not panicked and incredulous, but a kind of indifference, with a little mockery in the indifference.