He gasped for a while, and his violently beating heart had calmed down. Han Yiming knew that he did not have the Mingyuan Sword, and he had been stalemate with them for a moment and did not move, which made them suspicious. Therefore, his breathing calmed down and he began to recite the sword-controlling technique silently, and his index finger and middle finger in his left hand also gently moved. Suddenly, the group of people slowly surrounded him and squeezed towards him. Han Yiming knew something was wrong, and he couldn't rush out at this time. Only by guiding the Mingyuan Sword in could there be a way out, and he recited the sword-controlling technique faster and faster in his heart.

The Mingyuan sword has always been triggered. Today, I recited the sword control technique several times, but there was no movement at all. It was the first time I met. Han Yiming couldn't help but feel a little nervous, regretting not taking what the second master said in his heart. But at this time, he had no regrets. These thoughts flashed through and turned and recited the sword control technique again and again in his heart. Those extremely vicious people slowly approached, with their expressions on their faces very ferocious. Han Yiming was calm and could not help but feel a little scared.

Suddenly, a flash of golden light flashed in his eyes, and he felt happy. He looked in that direction and saw the Mingyuan sword appear out of thin air, silently hanging in the air. I don’t know where it went in this short moment, and I don’t know how many times it recited the sword technique before summoning it. After the Mingyuan sword was traced, Han Yiming calmed down, and withdrew his left hand, he ordered the Mingyuan sword to fly to him first, pick him up, and then rob the brocade package.

With his fingers, the Mingyuan sword had already flew towards him. Han Yiming only saw a man in front of him, holding a thick wooden stick in his hand, hitting him on his head, but he didn't care. The Mingyuan sword came very quickly and flew to him in a moment, and the wooden stick was about to hit him.

Unexpectedly, although Mingyuan's sword flew towards this side, it flew directly to the man wrapped in brocade. The man had probably never seen a sword flying by itself. He watched helplessly that Mingyuan's sword was still far away, but a golden light flashed at the tip of the sword and rushed to him. Wherever the golden light passed, one of his arms wrapped in brocade had been cut down by the sword light. The man was stunned, as if he didn't know the pain, and didn't even say a word.

The sword light of Mingyuan's sword flashed, and the sword had already flown to the man. Before the man's broken arm had fallen to the ground, Mingyuan's sword had already flew past his broken arm, and the sword body held the brocade bag and flew towards Han Yiming. Han Yiming was overjoyed. There was no such moment again, he loved the sword like this. Suddenly, there was a severe pain in his left shoulder and he couldn't help but say "ah".

It turned out that when he saw the Mingyuan sword appear, he was ecstatic, and he was not as alert as before. He only stared at the Mingyuan sword. The man holding a thick wooden stick hit him with a stick. When he saw the Mingyuan sword, he was extremely happy. He had long forgotten to dodge and was hit by the other party's shoulder. The stick was very heavy. Han Yiming felt a severe pain in his shoulder. After shaking it a few times, he finally stopped, but his left shoulder was almost gone. Even when he touched his right hand, it seemed like he had no feeling.

The man hit him with a stick and took a step back to prevent him from using some means. Seeing that he was powerless to fight back, he was shocked, but he didn't know that Han Yiming had no counterattack power. Seeing that his face changed color from pain, he couldn't even stand, so he shouted a few words, then swung the baton and rushed towards him again. Suddenly, a golden light flashed in front of him. I don't know what it was, nor do I know where the golden light came from, but seeing that the golden light had already surged to his chest, and the light was very bright in front of him, and the stick was fixed in the air and could not knock. He heard everyone around him screaming, and when he looked back, he saw that several companions behind him were lying on the ground, turning around, but he couldn't turn around. He looked down and could not see his feet, but the dazzling golden light on his chest seemed to pass through his body. When he saw this, his chest became hot and he couldn't help but fall to the ground.

Han Yiming had no time to care about others, and gritted his teeth. He saw that Mingyuan's sword had flew in front. If he didn't do it, he stretched out his right hand and quickly hugged the brocade bag in his arms, and then recited the sword-control technique. Mingyuan's sword "brushed" and held him up. Han Yiming saw that the eyes were dark, and in a blink of an eye, the trees were already under his feet, and the surroundings were extremely wide, with little starlight flying into the air.

He flew in the air, plucked up his courage, looked down, but it would be fine if he didn't expect it. As soon as he looked, he saw a dark iron knife thrown at him. Then he saw a wooden stick, a long knife, and a short knife below could not be thrown away. He flew higher, and the knife thrown by the people below fell down just a moment later.

Han Yiming stood in the air, his thoughts fluctuated in his heart. Seeing these extremely vicious bandits, he couldn't help but think of killing them clean. This idea was not the moment, and as soon as the Mingyuan sword appeared, it was already aroused. But he felt unbearable in his heart. Seeing their poor appearance, he felt pitiful. Standing in the air, he couldn't do it for a moment. If he didn't do it, he felt unwilling to accept it.

He looked at the package in his arms, and wanted to reach out and uncover the brocade covered on it to see if the baby was a little disobedient with his left hand. After a while, he gently lifted the brocade covered on it. The baby, who was as carved as jade, was sleeping soundly. Han Yiming was afraid of making mistakes, so he reluctantly pulled up a small hand outside the small swaddle cloth with his unobstructed left hand. The baby was still very small and his fingers were very short. He turned his little fingers over and saw a small red dot. In this way, it was this baby, which was good.

Han Yiming pulled down the brocade, covered his face, and looked down. It seemed that all the past was in front of him again. At this time, there was the Mingyuan Sword, and he pounced down and used the Shadow Chasing Wind Sword to kill him in the field. He gritted his teeth and stood in the wind, motionless. After enduring for a long time, with their yellow and thin faces and ragged clothes, he couldn't help but sigh, raised his head, looked at the deep night sky, pressed this idea, and took the baby back first.

He turned around and suddenly saw that there was another person behind him, wearing a green robe and a wooden sword on his back, floating in the air. It was the Taoist Pingbo. He stretched out his hand and shook in front of Han Yiming. A cold light flashed from behind him. Han Yiming's whole body was cold and his fingers could no longer move. The coldness arose from his heart, and a chill continued to spread from his back. He could not recite the sword technique in his heart, and he could no longer recite it. He had been numb and unable to move.
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