Han Ming turned into an erratic phantom and shuttled back and forth in the stalagmites, trying his best to dodge the three wind blades behind him.

The Lost Trace Step given to Han Ming by Senior Brother Qi is worthy of being the top light exercise technique on the rivers and lakes, which can suddenly increase the speed by a large cut in a short period of time, making the impossible possible, every time Han Ming was almost cut off by the Wind Blade, it was only by relying on this Lost Trace Step that he escaped the catastrophe.

The light body technique is different from the Lost Steps, the light body technique is to make people agile like a swallow, a little toe can run a few feet away without effortlessness, you can run fast on the land, and the light body technique can even take off in the air for a short time when it is refined, but Han Ming is far from practicing the light body technique to such a point.

Relying on the two completely different secret techniques of light body technique and maze step, as well as the hook trap in his hand, Han Ming could constantly jump and escape on the stalagmite, and for a while, the wind blade could not catch up with him.

Although he had been dodging the Wind Blade Technique commanded by the Blood-robed Man, Han Ming felt bitter for a while, due to the continuous use of the Lost Trace Step, most of his physical strength and true qi had been consumed, although the mana was not consumed as fast as his physical strength, but he knew that once his physical strength was exhausted and he could not use the Lost Step, he would be cut into several pieces by the Blood-robed Man's Wind Blade in the next moment.

And the blood-robed man actually carried one hand behind him, and with only one hand, he commanded the three wind blades there to continue to chase Han Ming, looking at his calm and relaxed appearance, as if he was teasing a prey that could not escape.

"Hehe, it's a secret skill among mortals, you kid has learned a lot, but it's still useless, it's just a wild way, see when you can escape." "The blood robe is very popular, and he is not afraid of what waves Han Ming can make.

At this time, Han Ming's face became ugly, because most of the stalagmites in the cave were cut off by those three wind blades, which made him lose his strength, and the situation became more and more difficult, he wanted to cross the blood-robed people and rush towards the entrance of the cave several times, but he was forced back by those few wind blades.

After chasing Han Ming for a while, the blood-robed man seemed to be a little tired of rushing back and forth like this, he waved with one hand, and the three wind blades chasing Han Ming shook and turned into three gusts of wind and dissipated, these three wind blades that could divide gold and broken stones turned out to be just three gusts of wind condensed!

Han Ming had a chance to respite at this time, he fell more than ten feet away from the robed man, panting heavily, but he still stared coldly at the blood-robed man, not daring to slack off.

"Boy, if you dare to destroy my talisman, I will definitely make you regret coming to this world, just so that you can add another blood demon to my blood demon. The blood-robed man said viciously, then reached into his arms and took out a palm-sized blood-colored gourd.

The blood-robed man's eyes narrowed slightly, and he made a magic seal on the gourd in front of him, and the gourd turned up drippingly, and with a dexterous turn, the gourd's mouth was aimed at Han Ming.

The blood-robed man suddenly let out a "bah", and slapped lightly towards the bottom of the blood gourd with one hand, and a blood-red mist rolled out of the blood-colored gourd, and this burst of mist quickly spread out after a slight hovering in the air, and went straight towards Han Ming.

Han Ming's expression instantly became gloomy, there was a stone wall behind him, there was no way to retreat, and the speed of the spread of this blood-colored mist was not slow, but it only took two breaths to completely cover half of the cave.

Before the blood-colored mist enveloped Han Ming, he felt a disgusting smell of blood coming to his nose.

Although Han Ming once took Poison Emperor Grass, it can be said that all poisons are invasive, but there are many strange poisons in the world, and Han Ming cannot be immune to all of them, not to mention that this blood-colored mist is released by the blood-robed man, so he doesn't dare to try it.

Han Ming immediately held his breath, in the five years of Zhu Chiyuan, he had practiced some Qimen secret techniques, including a closed qigong, which was also practiced to the point of Xiaocheng, and now Han Ming closed his breath and could keep it for about half a quarter of an hour without breathing.

Han Ming's toes went a little lower, and his whole body quickly rushed behind him, trying to get as far away as possible from the blood-colored mist, he landed lightly in the innermost part of the cave, staring intently at the blood-robed man.

However, that layer of blood-colored mist still spread rapidly, coming towards Han Ming, and it didn't take five or six breaths to completely envelop Han Ming.

Han Ming looked at the enveloping blood mist, his brows furrowed tightly, he threw two fire bomb techniques towards the blood-robed man with a flick of his hand, the power of this fire bomb technique was not small, but the flying speed was too slow, and it couldn't be compared to the wind blade used by the blood-robed man, so he didn't use it to fight back before.

The two fireballs flew straight into the layer of blood mist, which made Han Ming frightened, and after the two fireballs crashed into that layer of blood mist, they only made two "bang" sounds and then extinguished, as if the usual fireballs were thrown into the water.

Han Ming really couldn't believe his eyes, he once threw a fire bomb into the pond, but the water in the pond was burned hot after a few breaths, and the pond was steaming with thick water vapor, and the fish and shrimp in the pond were all scalded to death and floated on the water, but now the two fire bomb techniques were thrown into a thin layer of mist but directly extinguished, just let the blood-colored mist fluctuate slightly, how could he not be shocked.

When the blood-robed man saw Han Ming throwing out two fire bomb techniques, but they were swallowed by his own blood mist, he couldn't help but sneer and said: "Boy, don't waste your efforts, my blood mist is condensed with the essence blood of more than six hundred people, among which there are two mid-level Qi cultivation and the essence blood of a monk at the back level of Qi training, not to mention your two Xiaocheng Fire Bullet Technique, even if you come with seven or eight more, I'm afraid I won't be able to make any waves." You will obediently give your body to become a part of this bloody mist, and your soul may also be trained into a fierce ghost to help me increase the power of this bloody mist. ”

After Han Ming heard the words of this blood-robed man, his heart instantly dropped to the extreme, he knew that if he was caught by this blood-robed man, he would not be able to beg for death.

Seeing the blood mist approaching quickly, Han Ming subconsciously retreated behind him, but there were stone walls behind him, where could he retreat, Han Ming reached into his arms and took out all the bottles and cans on his body, most of these were poisons and other things that he used to Yin people.

Han Ming sprinkled all the poison out, and quickly spread a layer of colorful poisonous mist around his body, although he knew that these poisonous mist might not have any effect, but Han Ming still spread it out, it was better than waiting to be slaughtered.

The blood-colored mist spewed out by the blood gourd quickly arrived in front of Han Ming's body, and came into contact with the mist formed by the poison arranged by Han Ming, but there was no suspense, the poison arranged by Han Ming and the blood-colored mist were dissolved as soon as they came into contact, as if they had met a nemesis.

"Boy, the bloody mist is one of the few evil things, and your poison is a joke in front of it. The blood-robed man smiled coldly.

The blood mist had reached the face of Han Ming, who had no way to retreat, a trace of panic and despair flashed in Han Ming's eyes, although his mind was precocious, but in the final analysis, he was only a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, and now when facing the danger of life and death, he would be very afraid, but it didn't show it on his face.

At the moment when the blood mist was about to envelop Han Ming, Han Ming slammed his robe, covering the bare skin on his face, and then the light body and the lost step suddenly came out, and his whole person instantly rushed into the blood-colored mist, and then rushed towards the entrance of the cave like an offline arrow, obviously preparing to escape by the way.

Han Ming rushed into the blood mist and felt a trace of blood mist penetrate his covered clothes and drill into his body, but he didn't feel any effect, which couldn't help but make him wonder, but now he didn't have time to think about it at all, the most important thing he needed to do at the moment was to escape quickly.

"Hey, what's going on!" the blood-robed man was shocked for a while, because he was a little surprised when he saw that Han Ming was not affected by the blood mist at all, but he immediately returned to normal.

The blood-robed man looked at Han Ming's rapidly approaching figure, and couldn't help but sneer, and then looked at Han Ming's rapidly approaching figure coldly, with no intention of stopping it at all: "It's just a dying struggle." ”

Seeing the blood-robed man looking at him with a sneer, Han Ming couldn't help but feel a little bad, and immediately wanted to turn around and flash to the side, but his movements were still much slower.

Han Ming was about to jump from a stalagmite to the stone wall next to him, but before he could jump onto the stone wall, he was hit on the back by a pair of fists, and he was instantly smashed to the ground from mid-air.

Han Ming was smashed very hard this time, he felt that his whole body was about to fall apart, and he could no longer lift up a trace of mana and true qi, and the whole person was like a puddle of mud, limp and paralyzed on the ground.

The blood-robed man walked slowly in front of Han Ming, stretched out his foot and kicked Han Ming, and sneered: "This fierce ghost cultivated by the soul of a monk in the late stage of Qi training is powerful, and it almost beat you to death with only half of his strength, haha, not bad." ”

The blood-robed man turned to look at a black figure floating in mid-air, his face full of smiles.

The black shadow became clear in a flash, it turned out to be a hideous ghost, here there is no trace of skin on the top and bottom of the ghost, there is blurred flesh and blood everywhere, and the fangs of several inches are exposed outside the mouth, which looks very penetrating.

The aura of this ghost floating in the air is very majestic, far from being comparable to Chun'er's weak ghost, but the eyes of this ghost are godless, as if there is no consciousness, far less agile than Chun'er.

"Drag him here, I will refine his flesh and blood into this bloody gourd, if there is a slight possibility, I will also train his soul into a ghost in the bloody chasbah, and bear the scorching of blood day and night, which is much more painful than being scorched by the scorching sun, and it is also good to repay this kid for destroying my protective treasures." With a grim smile, the blood-robed man walked towards a slightly flat area, and sat there cross-legged.

The ghost thing floating in mid-air was very obedient, it grabbed Han Ming's ankle, and then dragged Han Ming towards the blood-robed man.

This cave had already become a mess after the destruction of the three wind blades of the blood-robed man, there were broken stones everywhere, Han Ming was dragged on the ground, and his body hit the stones from time to time, causing the wounds on his body to collapse, and a lot of blood flowed out, and the white robe inside was dyed red.

Han Ming was already semi-unconscious, and his mouth was still spitting blood foam, obviously Fang Cai's fierce fist had injured his internal organs, and he was already seriously injured, and he had no strength to resist at all.