Just when Han Ming was about to fall to the ground, the nameless mantra in his body actually worked on its own, and then a burst of coolness came into Han Ming's brain, and he immediately woke up.

Han Ming opened his eyes suddenly, but what he saw was the ground that was rapidly approaching him, and he was immediately shocked, if he hit it, he was afraid that his brain would splash.

Han Ming's horror was only for a moment, he regained his composure in an instant, and without thinking about it, he pulled out the saber tied to his waist with one hand, and then slammed it towards the ground, and a dazzling spark splashed out instantly. With the help of the cushioning power of this sword, Han Ming turned around in the air in an embarrassed way, and then staggered to the ground with one foot.

After landing dangerously and dangerously, Han Ming did not stop, but moved his footsteps, and then left the place in a flash, and ran straight towards Zhu Yiwen.

He stood up straight two or three feet away from Zhu Yiwen, and then stood there motionless with his sword in his hand, looking at everything around him coldly, his face full of seriousness.

Now Han Ming seemed calm, but in fact, his heart was full of suspicion, he had just hidden in the darkness on the roof of the cave, and he didn't show any flaws, even the poisonous miasma released was colorless and tasteless.

He asked himself, even the top masters in the rivers and lakes would not notice anything, so why did Fang Cai get hit! And he would have heard the woman's coquettish laughter! If it weren't for the nameless verbal decision, he would have fallen to the ground.

Suddenly, Han Ming's mind was swollen again, and his soul was shocked, but this time Han Ming did not pass out, because his body was constantly running a nameless speech, and when he was about to fall unconscious, a burst of coldness poured into his brain, allowing him to stay awake at all times.

He breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that the nameless duel could help him not to be knocked unconscious like these black guards, so that he still had a chance to use hidden methods, if he passed out and was killed, and he didn't even have time to resist, it would be too unjust.

Han Ming didn't dare to make any moves, just stood in place and waited.

The whole space was unusually quiet, and there was no sound at all, as if what Han Ming had just encountered was just an illusion.

After waiting for another quarter of an hour, there was still silence in the cave, and nothing had changed. Han Ming thought about it and stretched out his foot to kick, and a extinguished torch beside him was caught in his hand. He swung his sword at the ground again, and a spark ignited the torch, illuminating an area.

Han Ming stretched out his hand to drip a drop of liquid, and then put the torch on the liquid, and the torch was firmly stuck to the ground.

Han Ming kicked again, and another torch was received in his hand again, and after it was lit, it stuck to the ground, and in this way, one by one the torches were ignited, and this underground space became brighter and brighter.

It didn't take long for more than a hundred torches to be lit by Han Ming, interspersed in different places, and had already illuminated most of the area of this space.

It's not that Han Ming doesn't want to leave with Zhu Yiwen on his shoulder, it's just that now things have taken a turn for the better, and the other party's tricks don't seem to work for him!

These black guards are not saying that they will give up, and they don't know how many black guards will die in this battle between the two countries, if these more than 100 black guards die here, the Zhu family black guards are afraid that they will be greatly damaged, which will be extremely unfavorable to Zhu Yiwen taking over the Huayi Gate in the future.

The most important thing is that whether he can go out with Zhu Yiwen on his shoulders is still a matter of two words, in case he carries Zhu Yiwen, his body is restricted, and the enemy hidden in the shadows suddenly comes to make such a move, then he will be in a hurry.

Han Ming lit more than a hundred torches, looked around, and after making sure that there were no foreign objects within thirty or forty zhang, he slowly retreated, and then squatted next to a black guard and checked.

He found that the blackguards did not have any wounds on their bodies, and they were not poisoned, but they did not know why they passed out en masse.

Han Ming checked a few more black guards and found that their symptoms were the same, there were no wounds, they just passed out, but it was not simply unconscious. He used several irritating tactics to wake them up, but he didn't wake them up.

Han Ming glanced at Zhu Yiwen and immediately moved away, it seemed that Zhu Yiwen's situation was the same as these black guards.

When Han Ming was hesitating to check on Zhu Yiwen, his head was raised suddenly, and he stood up in an instant, clutching the saber in his hand tightly with one hand, his eyes looking ahead without blinking, and his expression was very solemn.

"Da-da-da-da. A sound came from the darkness, the voice was very clear in the darkness, it seemed that something was moving, and it was constantly walking towards Han Ming.

Han Ming knew that Bacheng was coming, so he mobilized the attention of his whole body and tightly locked the direction from which the footsteps came. With a wave of one hand, he made a defensive stance, and then he stood still, staring deadly ahead.

There were more than a hundred torches around Han Ming, and they were illuminated within a range of forty or fifty zhang, so he was not afraid of any sneak attacks.

The flame of the torch at the very edge shook for a while, and an iron tower-like figure slowly appeared in Han Ming's sight, and then walked towards Han Ming step by step.

This figure was extremely tall, four or five heads taller than Han Ming, his whole body was covered with heavy iron armor, and he was also wearing a high helmet, the helmet was covered with iron visor, Han Ming couldn't really see his face.

This ironclad man was holding a heavy shield half a zhang high in his left hand, and dragging a one-zhang long broadsword in his right hand, which was very imposing, as if he thought he was a general in charge of ten thousand armies.

The ironclad man suddenly let out a beastly roar, and then rushed towards Han Ming's side, he led a gust of wind, scattering the torches along the way.

Every time the ironclad man landed, the ground shook, and he stepped on the corpse of an agent along the way, and directly trampled the agent into two petals.

Han Ming's pupils shrank when he saw it, he checked the corpses of those secret agents before, and found that all the blood of the secret agents had been sucked dry and turned into dried corpses, so it was a little unstrong, but he didn't expect to be stepped on in two by this ironclad man.

Han Ming watched the ironclad man rushing towards him, he didn't want to rush to the side, leaving the place where the black guards were lying down, if he let the ironclad man step on it all the time, the black guards would be killed and injured a lot.

Although the ironclad man was tall and wearing heavy armor, his speed was extremely fast, and the distance of thirty or forty zhang was only a few breaths, and when he was about six or seven zhang away from Han Ming, the ironclad man turned around and threw the heavy shield of hundreds of catties in his hand as a hidden weapon.

The heavy shield came extremely quickly, and it only took a breath to crash into Han Ming's eyes, I was afraid that it would smash Han Ming into meat sauce in the next moment.

Han Ming's expression didn't change at all, and as soon as he leaned back, he let the heavy shield fly an inch from his face.

After dodging the heavy shield, Han Ming didn't stay where he was, he kicked under his feet, turned over suddenly, and then kicked on the heavy shield, taking advantage of the momentum to rush forward, and the heavy shield flew out at a faster speed, and then slammed into the ground, making a deafening sound.

At this time, Han Ming kicked the heavy shield fiercely, borrowed a strong force, like a bow and arrow off the string, and flew straight into the air towards the ironclad man.

After throwing out the heavy shield, the ironclad man kicked violently under his feet, and he brandished a big knife and rushed towards Han Ming more quickly, slashing down with a single knife force to split Han Ming into two pieces.

The ironclad man and Han Ming approached quickly, and then they passed by, but after the two collided, there was no violent sound, only a few sparks splashed.

Han Ming pointed his toes towards the ground a little, and as soon as he turned around, he unloaded the force of rushing forward, his brows furrowed tightly, and in a confrontation, he slashed out six swords.

The first two swords were cut on the iron armor, the middle two swords were pierced on the face armor, and the last two swords were all cut on the neck at the seam of the helmet and armor, but none of the swords had a little effect, and they couldn't be pierced every time, even if they were split on the neck, it didn't have any effect, this iron armor man really seemed to be made of iron.

The ironclad man turned around and roared angrily, brandishing a big knife and rushing towards Han Ming, knocking down many torches along the way, his posture looked like a person, it was completely a humanoid chariot.

Han Ming's expression didn't change when he saw this, he directly greeted him, and then fought with the ironclad man, Han Ming's steps were very weird, he completely practiced the lost steps to Xiaocheng, and the most important thing was that he himself had a keen sense of five senses, and he could dodge it as soon as the ironclad man made a move.

Han Ming was very depressed now, he had at least a dozen poisons around him, but now this ironclad man showed no signs of poisoning at all, the ironclad man seemed to be invincible to poison, and he was the nemesis of poison.

Han Ming became more and more frightened the more he fought, he at least slashed more than 30 swords of this ironclad man, but most of them were blocked by the heavy iron armor, even if Han Ming and Han Ming reluctantly broke the iron armor, he still couldn't cut in, it seemed that this ironclad man was still wearing a set of inner armor.

Han Ming has always paid attention to maintaining his physical strength, so he didn't spend too much true qi, but looking at the ironclad man on the opposite side with a fierce appearance, he didn't have a little tired, and the more he fought, the stronger he became, his face was a little darker, and if he continued like this, he would definitely be consumed to death.

Han Ming's gaze froze, and he retreated, slowly retreating towards the group of spies sitting on the ground. When the nearest spy was five or six feet away, Han Ming no longer fell in love with the war, he turned around and ran.

The ironclad man naturally wouldn't give up on Han Ming easily, he slammed his foot on the ground and rushed directly towards Han Ming's side, and at the same time, a big knife in his hand immediately slashed down.

Han Ming didn't even look at the big knife that came over, he slipped as soon as he slipped it, and the whole person rushed out against the ground, easily dodging the big knife that was slashed by force. Then Han Ming slapped one hand on the ground, and his whole person turned over, and then jumped and stepped on the head of the spy who was sitting on the ground.

Han Ming's kick was extremely hard, and he directly flew two feet into the air.

At this time, the ironclad man's big knife also slashed down like a shadow, and there was a tendency to cut Han Ming down from the air.

Han Ming was not surprised to see the big knife slashed over, but smiled coldly, his body twisted directly, and he turned over to the big knife in an extremely weird posture, and then lightly touched the tip of the knife with one foot, and his whole person spun violently and flew upward.

After Han Ming took off high, the two turned around and threw the sword in their hand as a hidden weapon, this sword poured out all the strength of Han Ming's body, only to see that the sword was like a snow-white streamer, flying towards the ironclad man quickly.

"Take off the sword!" Han Ming said in a low voice.

Before the ironclad man could react, the sword went straight through the gap between his helmet and the heavy armor on his body, Han Ming was very confident in this sword, he believed that this sword could directly destroy the bones in the ironclad man's throat.

This sword did not disappoint Han Ming, and the sword that came out of his hand was directly inserted into the neck of the ironclad man three inches long.

Han Ming didn't fall down after throwing out his sword, but lay on the top of the cave again, after all, if Fang Cai fell, he would become a living target, and it would not be good if this ironclad man struck angrily before he died, seriously injuring him.

Han Ming quickly moved on the top of the cave, and after getting away from the ironclad man, his hands fell off the top of the cave as soon as he let go, and as soon as he turned his body, he landed easily and steadily, and then looked at the back of the ironclad man with a sneer.

This ironclad man is invulnerable, extremely powerful, and proficient in some martial arts, if it is other martial arts masters, I am afraid that it will not last long, but it is Han Ming who he encounters. Han Ming's five senses are far beyond ordinary people, and he has a lost step, and this ironclad man can't even touch the corners of his clothes.

The tall figure of the ironclad man fell to his knees with a bang, his head lowered, and his hands slowly drooped to the side, looking like he was dead.

Han Ming's face was happy, but he didn't go over immediately, and waited in place for about a quarter of an hour, feeling that the ironclad man was dead, so he slowly approached the ironclad man's corpse.

Han Ming quickly kicked the ironclad man to the ground, and then left the place with a flash, standing three feet away from the ironclad man, quietly watching the ironclad man's reaction, the ironclad man remained motionless.

Han Ming then walked to the ironclad man's side with confidence and reached out to draw his sword, but at this moment, the ironclad man's left hand grabbed Han Ming's ankle at a ghostly speed.