He was being targeted, but he didn't know who was targeting him. The person who could drug him must be in this convoy. As for the person who is attacking the convoy now...it is currently impossible to determine the relationship between the two.

You have to see it first before talking.

In fact, at this time, you can summon the gray door and enter the masquerade for temporary refuge, or enter the dance and wear the hunter uniform again.

But Zhou Ming doesn't have that much time. It takes about five minutes to summon the Gray Gate, and it must be in a place where no one can see it. These two points are definitely impossible to achieve now.

So we can only prepare for direct combat.

Zhou Ming opened the box, put on his belt, inserted two guns, and carried two knives behind his back.

This is Zhou Ming's commonly used equipment as a hermit, two swords and two spears.

The pistol is used to deal with humans and normal animals, while the double knives as magic tools are specially used to deal with weird things.

Zhou Ming heard intensive gunshots coming from a distance, where the fire flickered and barrages flooded out.

When encountering the attack, this convoy showed strong armed strength. Ten ordinary mercenaries, six hermits, a magician, and a total of seventeen bodyguards created the momentum of a regiment.

Amidst the continuous sound of rifles, a discordant sound suddenly appeared. The syllables were abrupt, rapid, and decisive. Each sound was like a heavy hammer hitting the ground.

One of the ten vehicles had its trapezoidal side unfolded, and several iron plates slid down like petals. In the center of the carriage was a machine gun. A mercenary stood behind the machine gun, firing wildly in the direction in front of him.

Amidst the indiscriminate explosions and flashing gunfire, his expression was as firm as steel.

The mercenary pursed his lips tightly, and his strong arms with bulging veins firmly controlled the shooting direction of the machine gun, like a Terminator from a movie.

Amidst the fierce gunfire, Zhou Ming heard the screams and mad roars coming from the surrounding carriages, it was the slaves.

They may have had their families destroyed in such an environment before and were reduced to this situation, so it is understandable that they are a little mentally traumatized. It is not surprising that they went insane when they heard the gunshots.

Zhou Ming searched for the voice he wanted to hear in the noisy noise, but no one called his name. Where did Wang Siyan go?

Zhou Ming's pupils shrank slightly, and he looked through the mercenary who looked like a Terminator, looking over his shoulder and towards the bombed target.

The dim bonfire could not illuminate such a long distance, so Zhou Ming could only identify the outline of the enemy with the flickering light of the gunfire.

The enemy... seems to be just one person?

Wait! Is the other party really a human?

If he were alone, he would have been knocked down by now. Even the conjurer couldn't resist such a fierce bombardment... Of course, that was when the conjurer didn't cast a spell.

But Zhou Ming did not see the other party cast any obvious spells, neither ice nor fire.

Since there is only one person on the other side, he should not be a robber, and he is not afraid of thermal weapons. Is it weird?

"Normal attacks are ineffective! Withdraw!" the ordinary mercenary roared loudly, handing over the battlefield to the hermit and the magician.

Thermal weapons are completely ineffective, which means there is no need for them to use fire support nearby.

The moment the gunfire stopped, the enemy in the distance seemed to have received some kind of signal, and their silhouettes rose up like tigers!

The opponent was like a tiger crossing a stream, leaping across a distance of 20 meters. The two-meter-long broadsword swept out a burst of fierce wind, and the machine gunners were transformed into two parts with man and gun!

After the distance got closer, Zhou Ming saw clearly the appearance of the other party - a hero of the world!

In an instant, Zhou Ming's head buzzed.

Why is this guy here?

Some things are connected in my mind, but some things just can't be connected no matter what.

He understood why he was poisoned, because the charlatan wanted to kill the hunter, and he was the hunter.

But how did the Jianghu Hero know his true identity? He didn't remember that he was exposed at the masquerade.

The fired bullet hit the hero's swollen muscles, causing the muscles to dent slightly, and then the bullet deformed itself and was finally bounced away.

The hard bullets seemed to be made of plasticine in front of the hero, unable to hurt the opponent at all. He was bathed in the hail of bullets and violently attacked the people around him like a tiger rushing into the crowd.

The vicious broadsword took away the lives of several mercenaries in several swings, and more mercenaries retreated. Next came the home court of the hermit and the magician.

Zhou Ming saw those hermits jumping out of the blind spot of the heroes' sight with knives in hand. They moved flexibly and quickly and instantly surrounded the strangely dressed enemy.

The hermit held a spell tool similar to Zhou Ming's in his hand. They were like blades on blood drops, cutting at the hero in the center. The person who attacked from the front was killed with one knife, and several other sharp swords were pressed against him.

On the hero's belly and chest, they succeeded!

But what is incredible is that the attack with the magic weapon still only caused a slight dent in the hero's skin!

His skin seems to have unprecedented toughness, not only can it withstand bullets, but it can even block attacks from spells!

"How is that possible!" Several of the attacking hermits screamed in shock.

"Solidization spell!" Someone hoarsely yelled the exact answer.

As the puzzle was solved, their horrified expressions also solidified on their faces. Powerful fists hit their chests like siege artillery carts. The sternum and ribs that served as city walls were completely shattered by this terrifying shock.

, the heart protected by the sternum also stopped beating.

Zhou Ming was still standing where he was, recalling the four words "solidification spell" in his mind. He had an impression of these four words.

The effect of this spell is to stabilize one's body within a certain range. No external force can affect the caster's body beyond the limit, unless the level of the spell is higher than the opponent's!

This spell is also the only one that can be immune to physical attacks by ordinary weapons, and has a very special status in the eyes of the government.

Because even if most of the spell casters have very strong attack power, they can still be suppressed with firepower, but this cannot be done by solidifying their bodies.

Obviously, the level of the magic tools used by the hermits to attack the heroes just now was too low, and they could not exceed the limit of the opponent's solidification.

"Damn it, how on earth did he know I'm here!" Zhou Ming felt a headache.

After the Jianghu hero killed several hermits, he did not rush towards Zhou Ming immediately. Instead, he jumped high and jumped towards the conjurer on the roof of another car!

Fire erupted from the palm of the conjurer's hand, and his spell was the same as Song Zongming's method of controlling fire.

The twisted flames swallowed up the heroes like a roaring fire dragon, and Zhou Ming's heart lifted.

And when the hero flew out of the flames, Zhou Ming's heart dropped again.

Sure enough, the spells of ordinary magicians can't do anything to him!
Chapter completed!