The Second Immortal Road

　　 The armored man let out a beast-like growl, his left hand clasped Han Ming's ankle tightly, and one hand pulled back, Han Ming's thin body was simply dragged to the ground.

　　 Han Ming was suddenly attacked and confused by the armored man. Before he could react, he was brought down by the armored man, and his ankle was tightly clasped by the armored man. He tried to break free, only to find that the fingers of the armored man clasped like five iron hoops on his ankle, and he couldn't get it off.

There was a trace of hesitation on Han Ming's face. Before he could react, the armored man stood up abruptly, and then lifted Han Ming into the air like a little chicken. He screamed and pimped. Generally, smash Han Ming onto the ground.

　　 This armored man is tall and powerful, and if he falls hard this time, Han Ming will fall into meat sauce even if he is copper-skinned and iron-boned.

The situation is urgent, but Han Ming has no time to mention any true energy and mana. What he has learned is useless at all. As soon as he is about to be sturdyly pinched to the ground, Han Ming's left leg subconsciously entangles the thick armored man. Then his whole body shrank into a ball, and he hugged the arm of the armored man tightly, completely in the posture of a street rascal fighting, and he could still see the appearance of having learned kung fu.

　　 Han Ming shrank into a very small ball, and wiped it off the ground dangerously and dangerously. Although he avoided the life and death crisis, Han Ming's head was still bruised in a big way, and the blood flowed down instantly.

　　Han Ming's headband was also shattered when he was scratched on his head, and his shoulder-length hair was instantly scattered, mixed with blood and attached to his forehead, making him look awkward.

Han Ming was too late to be afraid. The armored man roared and waved Han Ming's ankle again to throw Han Ming to the ground. This time, the armored man's arm was placed extremely low, and Han Ming would not be able to escape by the same method. .

But this time Han Ming had a breath of reaction time longer than last time. He saw a trace of fierceness in his eyes, and with one hand drawn to his waist, there was an extra white soft sword in his hand, and then he moved towards it without thinking about it. Cut off his ankle.

"Dang." A flash of silver light flashed, and the soft sword instantly exploded into twenty-odd pieces, shining with silver light scattered in all directions. After the soft sword exploded, it was not only the hilt, but an extra cold light. The sparkling spikes, there is still a spike hidden in the soft sword.

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

　　 But at this time, Han Ming was also thrown off due to inertia. If he fell hard this time, he would be seriously injured or even died on the spot.

There was no panic in Han Ming's eyes, but a trace of ferocity appeared again. A handful of the hilt in his hand and the spikes attached to the hilt disappeared in a flash. The next moment he got into the armored man’s throat, sharp. Behind the thorn, there is a thin iron cable connected to the hilt of the sword in Han Ming's hand.

　　 Han Ming roared, he took the iron rope in his hand and drew a semicircle in the air and flew behind the armored man, and then he violently slammed his knee on the armored man's shoulder.

　　 The armored man leaned forward when he was hit, but he staggered and stood still, but how could Han Ming's offensive only be this! Han Ming threw away the mutilated hilt in his hand, held the saber previously used with one hand, and thrust the sabre into it again with a sudden force, and then pulled it up vigorously, seemingly wanting The entire neck of the armored man was cut off, but it seemed to be very laborious, and it was unsuccessful for a while.

　　 Two weapons were inserted into the throat of the ironclad man and he was not dead. At this moment, he kept reaching out to catch Han Ming, and he almost caught Han Ming's calf several times, which made Han Ming extremely restricted in his movements.

　　 Han Ming frowned. If he was caught again, there would be no second mother-child serial sword to save his life.

Han Ming lightly kicked his left foot towards the back of the armored man, and he flew out into the air, but when he just left the back of the armored man, a steel tube with the thick arm of a child slid out of his sleeve. Han Ming general The iron tube pointed at the armored man in front of him.

　　 "Peng, Peng, Peng." With the three beeps, the iron barrel instantly sprayed out three bursts of silver smoke, the iron helmet on the iron man's head instantly shattered, and the fragments of the iron helmet were blown up and scattered around.

　　 Han Ming staggered and landed not far from the armored man. He slowly put the thousand yarn drums in his hand into his sleeve, and then coldly looked at the armored man two feet away.

The power of these thousand yarn tubes is extremely terrifying. It can penetrate a soft sword five feet away, and a human body that is fifteen feet away. The distance from which Han Ming shot the silver needle was less than one foot, and most of them hit the head of the armored man. The damage caused can be imagined.

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

　　 The armored man twitched for a while, then leaned forward with both hands, and then fell to the ground. The heavy armor on his body hit the ground with a bang, echoing continuously in the empty space.

Seeing the ironclad man crashing to the ground, Han Ming staggered back a few feet, as if exhausted, and then sat down on the ground, gritting his teeth and tearing open the blood-stained trouser legs. Exposed the **** right leg.

　　 Just to get his ankle out of the confinement of the armoured man’s palm, Han Ming had to use the mother-child serial sword, but he got out of trouble, but his right leg was also seriously injured by the mother-child serial sword.

　　 At the beginning, he chose seven or eight kinds of extremely useful weapons and entrusted them to the weapons shop outside Zhu Chiyuan. As a result, the weapons shop only succeeded in creating three kinds of weapons, namely the hook set, the thousand yarn tube, and the mother and child serial sword.

　　 Hook sets are used for climbing and hard-wired light weapons with bare hands. It was just Han Ming lying on the top of the cave without falling off. Thousand yarn tubes can shoot 53 vellus needles instantly, with amazing destructive power. The first two weapons were easy to use and surprisingly powerful, and the weapons shop made two sets, so Han Ming gave Zhu Yiwen a set of self-defense.

Only the third kind of weapon, the mother-child serial sword, is the most special. It can be used as a soft sword wrapped around the waist and used as a belt, or it can be used as a normal sword to fight with people. But the most powerful thing about this sword is that it explodes itself. There is also a sub-sword, which can fly out and wound people, but because the self-detonation is very unstable and easily hurts himself, Han Ming did not send it to Zhu Yiwen.

The weapon shop only managed to create a mother-son sword, and because the mother-son serial sword was a one-time consumable, Han Ming never knew the true power of the mother-son sword, although the iron shop treasurer praised this sword. It's too late, but Han Ming hasn't believed it all the time, so just now he cut on the arm of the armored man's fingers, not the arm. The armored man's arm is thick with iron armor!

　　 But I didn't expect the maternal and child serial sword to be so powerful. It not only directly cut off the five fingers of the armored man, but also left a half-inch deep wound on Han Ming's leg.

　　 Had it not been for Han Ming to collect the sword quickly, his right foot could be cut off completely. In addition to being scratched on his leg by the mother and son sword, four or five fragments were embedded in his calf after the mother and son sword exploded.

Han Ming gritted his teeth and pulled out a few fragments of the mother-and-child sword. Then he pulled off a piece of cloth from his sleeve and tied it to his knee. He took out a small medicine bottle from his arms and took the whole bottle of powder. Falling on the wound, the powder immediately solidified when it met the blood, which barely stopped the gushing blood.

Han Ming tore a large piece of cloth from his body, and then wrapped it layer by layer on the **** wounds. Every time he touched a wound, Han Ming took a breath of cold air, with an expression of extreme pain on his face, but he A hint of coldness flashed under his eyes.

Han Ming wrapped very slowly, wrapped up for a full quarter of an hour before he wrapped his legs tightly. There was an invisible look of disappointment on Han Ming's face. Only then did he accumulate the mana of his whole body and prepare to fight hard. , But no surprise attack was found.

The source of the previous soul-shaking attack has not been found, and he can clearly hear a woman's smile on the top of the cave, so he is sure that the armored man is not the only threat here, there should be a more ghostly existence. Hiding in the dark.

　　 In order to guard against the threat hidden in the dark, Han Ming has always tried to use only the martial arts among mortals, and only slightly uses the light body technique when he can't avoid the armored man.

　　 It is reasonable to say that after the ironclad man was abandoned, the threat that was hidden in the dark should be used. Han Ming just sold a big flaw when he bandaged the wound, but no one came to attack him, which made him very disappointed.

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

　　 Before he got close to the armored man, Han Ming smelled a **** smell, but there was still a rancid smell in the **** smell, like a rotting corpse.

　　 Han Ming gradually approached the armored man, stopped when he was still ten feet away, and then quietly looked at the armored man.

The iron helmet behind the iron armored human brain was shattered by a thousand yarn tubes. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com had more than 100 silver needles densely inserted into his head, and a stream of foul-smelling liquid flowed out of his throat. , And soon fell all over the place.

　　 Han Ming couldn't help being a little surprised. The thousand yarn tubes exploded even the iron helmet, but they didn't smash the man's skull, but were densely inserted on it. You can imagine how hard this iron man's skull is.

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

Han Ming took a step forward and wanted to take a closer look at the condition of the ironclad man. Suddenly, the motionless ironclad man convulsed, and then burst open. A cloud of black water exploded into a mist covering a space. The armor flew away directly, and dozens of fragments flew straight towards Han Ming.

　　 Han Ming immediately took a step back, dodge the iron armor fragments dangerously and dangerously, but it seems that due to the serious injury on his right leg, he staggered and almost fell to the ground without standing firm.

　　 Before Han Ming could regain his footing, the mist of the black water swayed slightly, which seemed to be blown by the wind. A dark blood-colored figure flashed past, and instantly appeared in front of Han Ming, his speed was more than five or six times faster than the previous Ironclad!

　　 The dark red figure stretched out his hand and smashed it towards Han Ming. Han Ming seemed to be completely unresponsive, and was inserted straight into his chest with an arm, and then pulled out from behind.

Han Ming didn’t seem to have expected this blow at all. His chest was completely pierced by the dark red figure and one arm. He could not survive, but the expression on Han Ming’s face was very strange. It was not panic and disbelief. It is a kind of indifference, and there is a little ridicule in the indifference.