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Chapter 311 The wind is blowing and the weather is cold to protect the calf! (Second update)
He regretted it, deeply regretted it!
He regretted why he didn't pay all the price back then, and killed Su Ming in advance, so that he could not enter Tianhan sect in time!
He regretted it...but after thinking about it, after repeated confrontations with Su Ming, there was only one chance for him to regret it. Except for this time, he could not find any way to counterattack Su Ming.
In the first encounter between Tianhan Sect, the battle between the two reached its extreme. Even if he tried to think of a killer, he was blocked. Even if he tried forcefully, he would not only fail to succeed, but would also cause great trouble!
He couldn't understand this at the time, but now that he has learned more about the Ninth Peak, he feels it deeply. After all, he is one of the few people who knows the detailed process of what happened in the northern Xinjiang.
"Sima Xin, you hurt me." When Sima Xin was going crazy, an indifferent voice came from his ears.
This voice came from Bai Su's mouth. Bai Su looked at Sima Xin coldly. She had really seen through this person. In fact, she should have seen through it long ago, but she didn't want to see it. She was attracted by something called love. Gauze, covering the eyes.
Until she met Su Ming, with the contact bit by bit, the gauze slowly changed color, slowly allowing her to regain herself. Slowly, she felt as if she had awakened from Sima Xin. generally.
It was just that at that time, she was still half asleep and half awake, still a little hesitant, a little unsure of what to do, and a little undecided. Until she left Su Ming, until she now stood in front of Sima Xin, she suddenly Yes, completely awake.
As she woke up, a heart-rending pain made her pale, hiding under the coldness that Sima Xin saw, which was her deep regret.
Su Ming and Sima Xin, two different people, two different experiences.
Sima Xin's ability to become a genius and dominate for many years is by no means an easy matter. Even though he is in the midst of this unspeakable anger and madness, he can suppress it all in an instant.
Although this anger did not dissipate, but grew more and more, because if the barbarian had not planted it, he would not have been injured, but once it was planted, a situation like Su Ming's happened, to Sima Xin, it was no less So it was a disaster.
The barbarian backfires, and it is even very possible that he becomes the other party's barbarian. Although the other party does not know the barbarian Wuxin method, he can still get the only share in this life, the barbarian!
For Su Ming, this only barbarian is just a ray of wind in his life, but for Sima Xin, if this is really the case, it is... everything in his life! !
This is just a possibility. Sima Xin doesn't know what kind of changes will happen. Because he doesn't know, he is afraid, terrified, and crazy.
"Su Su, I lost my composure..." Sima Xin let go of Bai Su's shoulders. His face turned pale. Thinking back to his actions just now, he regretted it again. Although Bai Su failed, this woman's effect on him was still the same. Existence can even be said to be the last straw at this moment.
"Su Su, take me to see your father and ask him to help me..." When Sima Xin opened his mouth, he saw the coldness in Bai Su's eyes and felt a thump in his heart.
"Susu!! It was my fault just now, but you don't know why I was like this, because once Su Ming improves his cultivation this time, when he walks out, it will be the moment I die!
I failed the barbaric method for the first time, and the consequences were disastrous. Maybe... from now on, I can only be Su Ming's puppet... Susu, because of these things, I lost my composure..."
Bai Su was silent, his eyelashes fluttered slightly, and he closed his eyes.
After he closed his eyes, Sima Xin had a flash of murderous intent in his eyes, but he immediately hid it. He turned sharply and looked in the direction of Su Ming, where the feeling of depression was strongest.
"There is another way, which is to take advantage of this opportunity to kill Su Ming. Kill him, and all will be solved!" But Sima Xin hesitated. He had some confidence, but the incident in Northern Xinjiang made him clearly aware that there was already a gap between him and Su Ming!
He was not sure that he could defeat Su Ming!
Especially if he fights internally in front of Haidong Sect and Tianhan Sect, what awaits him will be an extremely severe punishment. Even if he kills Su Ming... besides this severe punishment In addition, there is also the madness from the Ninth Peak!
Under such punishment and madness, even if Sima Xin betrayed the Tianhan Sect, he would have no place to stay in the Southern Morning Land, unless... he fled to the Wu Clan...
"What to do, what to do..." Sima Xin trembled, and despair appeared in his eyes.
"Take this object, return to the Tianhan Sect, and sacrifice it under the Tianmen Gate...my father's disciples will come to pick you up...Sima Xin, this is the last time I will help you. From now on, don't bother me again. "Bai Su opened her eyes, took out a wooden slip, threw it on the ground, turned around and walked towards the distance, her back was bleak and lonely, which contained deep regret, but also a kind of relief.
She wanted to see Su Ming, but she bit her lower lip. Even though she bit her lower lip and shed blood, she did not have the courage to face it. She could only choose to leave in despair.
When she came, she was filled with laughter and sometimes looked at Su Ming with a teasing look. When she returned, she looked gloomy and lifeless, like she had lost her heart and soul, like a wounded little beast. She just wanted to be alone and lick her lips silently. Covering the wound.
She knew that she had made a mistake...a mistake that would not be forgiven, but fortunately, this mistake did not cause irreversible damage to the figure that appeared in her heart at this moment...
In the wind and snow, she lowered her head and left.
Behind her, the black mountains and tribes in the sky formed a visual shock. In the storm formed by the vortex of the snowfield, Su Ming's voice echoed out.
"Blood Moon..."
When the sky was about to dawn, it should have been dark, but under the reflection of the snow, it was just blurry, but not dark. Following Su Ming's words, on the Wushan Mountain in the sky, as if at the end of the day, a The blood moon suddenly appeared!
With the appearance of the blood moon, the feeling of depression suddenly increased a lot. As it spread, the storm formed was earth-shattering!
An increasingly strong aura condensed from Su Ming's body, growing and strengthening!
Zi Che was hundreds of feet away from Su Ming, enduring the coercion, and kept retreating. He forced himself to retreat a little slower, he wanted to stay here to protect Su Ming at this moment.
Although he did not see Bai Su, and although he did not know what happened to make Su Ming change like this, he knew that he was from the Ninth Peak, and Su Ming was a disciple of the Ninth Peak!
that's enough.
In the temporary tribe at the Haidong Sect auction house, as Su Ming's momentum became stronger and stronger, the spiritual thoughts among the more than ten boats also echoed with each other again.
"This boy has such wild marks... he can be considered a genius, but for breaking through outside my Haidong Sect tribe, do you really think that our Haidong Sect doesn't dare to take action!"
"Elder Hai, don't act rashly, this man is a disciple of Tian Xiezi!"
"Tian Xiezi? I haven't met that crazy person before, so it's fine if you don't say that. If that's the case, I'd like to see what cultivation Tian Xiezi has!" The gloomy expression Nian suddenly turned, and turned into a sharp roar that few people could hear, and rushed out of this tribe, like lightning and thunder, roaring straight towards Su Ming's storm.
His spiritual thoughts were like a sharp sword, seeming to cut the storm in half and kill Su Ming inside with one strike!
Almost at the moment when this person's spiritual thoughts roared out, but few people in the tribe noticed, in the ordinary tent where a man in black was standing silently, the white-haired old man sitting next to the table turned towards the young man opposite him. , spoke slowly.
"Because he is from the Ninth Peak..." Just as he said this, his expression suddenly changed and he raised his head sharply.
At the same time, the young man opposite him also frowned. His frown immediately revealed his power!
Almost at the moment they noticed it, this invisible sharp arrow transformed by spiritual thoughts had already traveled through the snowfield and appeared outside the storm formed by Su Ming. It was about to strike down towards the storm in one fell swoop!
But at this moment, a voice with unruly spiritual thoughts seemed to come from the void, as if from the distant heaven and earth, from the ninth peak of the Han Sect's mountain peak, roaring like a roaring wave, turning the river over and the sea. Come.
"Damn it, if any bastard of yours dares to touch my disciple, I will kill you Manchu, kill you Manchu, kill you and reincarnate for eternity!!"
This voice was filled with an indescribable tyranny. At the moment it appeared, the sword of divine thought that was about to be cut off suddenly trembled violently, and collapsed with a bang, as if being impacted by this voice, it was shattering. At the same time, the scattered spiritual thoughts suddenly rolled back, and there was an aura of extreme fear in them.
The evil spirit contained in that voice was earth-shattering. During the reverberation, when the scattered spiritual thoughts were rolled back, they were once again rolled up by the evil spirit and suddenly and completely shattered.
There was a faint scream, and at the same time, in a boat in the tribe, a red-haired old man trembled, opened his eyes suddenly, and spat out a large mouthful of blood. His face turned pale instantly. Even the hair on his head withered rapidly at this moment, and in the blink of an eye he was completely bald. What was even more shocking was that after his hair withered, all the flesh and blood on his body also withered rapidly, and in an instant, he was reduced to skin and bones.
If it weren't for the jade plaque on his chest that was engraved with the sun rising over the sea suddenly emitting a strong light at this moment, he would have died!
The clicking sound echoed, and the jade tablet counteracted the force of the bombardment. After it shattered, the old man spurted out blood again, his eyes showed the intention of surviving the disaster, and his expression was full of fear and horror. At that moment, He has already stepped half into the underworld.
"Tianxiezi..." The old man trembled.
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(End of this chapter)