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Chapter 793 The two extremes of the famous paranoia in the Eastern Wasteland
Su Ming didn't know how many people he had killed. He took three hundred steps, and endless sword energy roared towards him. However, under the swing of the killing sword in his hand, those sword energy collapsed one by one. At the same time, more and more sword energy collapsed. Under the screams of screams, the head flew up into the sky with blood.
Su Ming's body was bloody. It was blood. It was the blood of the disciples of the Daye Immortal Sect. The killing sword in his hand was red, and the entire mountain peak of the Daye Immortal Sect turned red.
Behind Su Ming, the three hundred steps were all shattered, as if they represented Su Ming's will and determination. Wherever he passed, all living creatures were shattered like the stones on the steps.
Blood flowed down the mountain, and the thick blood filled the surroundings. Even the snowflakes in all directions seemed to be dyed red at this moment.
Su Ming walked calmly, and with a sweep of the tip of his sword, a young man who looked less than 20 years old separated his head from his body in front of Su Ming. His eyes showed confusion and bitterness, and he fell down.
"You and I have no hatred, but you shouldn't be from the Daye Immortal Sect." Su Ming spoke softly, and grabbed his side with his left hand. Suddenly, a man next to him unfolded his magical power and turned into a colorful phoenix. Su Ming was His left hand penetrated directly into his magical power and grabbed the man's neck.
It was a woman, a beautiful woman, but Su Ming showed no pity at all. The coldness of his left hand penetrated the woman's body, making her tremble. In despair, her neck suddenly shattered, and destructive power rushed in. Her body disintegrated her soul.
Su Ming let go of his hand and took a step forward.
There is no right or wrong, no good or evil, only choices made from different standpoints. Daye Immortal Sect is the sect of Di Tian, ​​which determines the fate of Daye Immortal Sect.
In Su Ming's consciousness, there was no idea of ​​grievances and debts, but only the indifference of provoking and destroying the whole sect. His thoughts were extreme, paranoid, and ruthless towards the enemy.
Whether it was the Hidden Dragon Sect, the Tianlan Sect, or the three evil sects, Su Ming hardly took any action in the destruction of these sects. Most of them were barbarians who were killing crazily. Only the Daye Immortal Sect, Su Ming, He did not take any barbarians with him, even the Ming clan was ordered by him to wait outside.
Because of Su Ming's hatred for the Daye Immortal Sect, even if there was one person he did not kill, he would feel regretful.
It may not be right to hate one person and hate all his bloodlines and sects, but in Su Ming's memory, before he came to this place of death, in the endless darkness, came from his sister His voice, as well as his own feelings, that all the people surrounded him and his sister, swallowing and absorbing a certain kind of breath in their bodies, making his sister weaker and weaker, all this has made him paranoid.
"I help the barbarians because my soul is here, because of my master and my senior brothers. They are barbarians because of the beauty in my memory. Even if the beauty is fake, they are the ones I cherish most in my life. memories.
In those memories, those mountains, those people... and the traditions, customs, and everything else are all barbarians, so... I help the barbarians, so even if I don't think I am a barbarian god, I can still do it for them, To help the barbarians rise. "
Su Ming's eyes showed remembrance, he swept the sword in his hand, and took a few steps again. At this moment, there were thousands of heads behind him, but the killing was not over yet.
Because he cherishes his memories, and because the people in the Ninth Peak are barbarians, Su Ming can contribute to the entire barbarian tribe. This is his character.
Similarly, the other side of this extreme character is Su Ming's current killing spree. Because he hates one person, he can hate his entire family and entire sect for that one person. If he kills, he will not leave an inch of grass behind.
"You shouldn't be worshiping the Big Leaf Immortal Sect." Su Ming shook his head and swept the bloody sword in his hand. In a flash, he stepped onto the top of the half of the Big Leaf Immortal Sect's mountain peak. With the sweep of the bloody sword, there was Dozens of heads flew up, and blood spread, dyeing all the nearby snow red.
"Su Ming!!" The moment Su Ming stepped onto the half of the mountain, an angry growl came from the front. The voice came from... Beiling.
Beiling held the sword in his hand, his body was trembling, and his eyes were red. He looked at Su Ming, with complexity and hatred in his eyes. Beside him, Chen Xin stood silently, with a look of confusion and gloom.
"Do you have to kill them all? Do you have to destroy the entire Daye Immortal Sect!!" Beiling stared at Su Ming and shouted loudly.
Su Ming lifted his steps and walked up the last step. When he was standing on the top of the mountain, a crack appeared on the last step behind him, but it did not shatter. This was... the first one in Su Ming's life. After Ming walked through, there were no steps that were completely destroyed.
"If so, then kill me and my wife, so that we will not be sad and angry when we see the death of our sect members. You take action. I, Beiling, will never fight back. Take action!" Beiling dropped the sword in his hand and said, While roaring, there were... tears in the corners of his eyes.
Su Ming was silent. The killing sword in his hand emitted murderous intent on its own, containing a trace of bloodthirsty spirit. Looking at the two people in front of him with cold eyes, if Su Ming had not stopped, it would have definitely Rush out, kill these two people directly, and use their blood to make yourself more dazzling.
Today, it was stained with blood that had not been seen in a long time, which made it recognize Su Ming to the extreme in its excitement.
"You no longer care about the past, you no longer care about everything in Wushan, then come and kill me, kill Chen Xin who has had a crush on you since childhood, kill us, it won't take you too much time, kill us, Stop our missing you..." Beiling shouted loudly, with more tears.
"Do you still remember that I taught you how to use arrows? Do you still remember that when Osan was besieged by the Montenegro tribe, you and I fought together? Are you... still the same Osan you!!"
"Are you worthy of grandpa and the people of the Wushan tribe? Come on, kill me!!"
Beiling's words made Su Ming feel a sting in his heart in silence. This kind of sting is a poison that becomes more intense the more you cherish the memory. It is a kind of pain that can tear the heart.
The moment he was in pain and slowly looked towards Beiling, Chen Xin, who was beside Beiling, suddenly raised her head. The gloominess in her eyes was replaced by complexity. With tears streaming down her face, she seemed to have made a decision and said something to Su Ming. Urgent sound.
"Su Ming, let's go..." But before she could finish her words, Beiling suddenly turned around and slapped Chen Xin directly. Chen Xin fell backwards and fell to the ground, with blood spilling from the corner of her mouth.
Almost at the moment when Chen Xin prompted him, a sword suddenly appeared from the void behind Su Ming at lightning speed. Taking advantage of the moment when Su Ming was hurt by Beiling's words, he stabbed directly into his back. Above the heart.
At the tip of the sword, there is a touch of blue fire. It is a poisonous fire that can burn the soul. As long as the sword is pierced into the body, it can burn a person's soul.
This sword seemed to have been waiting here for a long time. Just waiting for Beiling to make Su Ming's heart tremble, it would launch this killing plan that was obviously planned against Su Ming.
With a bang, Su Ming's chest was filled with blood. The sword that appeared behind him penetrated his chest directly, exposing a small half of the sword's body. The blood dripped down the tip of the sword and fell on the ground, falling on the snowflakes on the ground. On, one drop, one drop.
"Su Ming, you shouldn't come to Daye Immortal Sect." Behind Su Ming, an old voice came. That voice was familiar to Su Ming. It was the words of Beiling's father, Wu Shantou.
Almost at the moment when the sword penetrated Su Ming's body and his words echoed, the moment Su Ming lowered his head to look at the tip of the sword, the expression of Beiling in front of him immediately turned into a ferocious one. As his body was galloping, he appeared in an instant. In front of Su Ming, when he raised his right hand, a dark dagger appeared in his hand and pierced directly into Su Ming's eyebrow.
"Su Ming, go to hell!!"
The dagger sank into the center of Su Ming's eyebrows, and at the same time as it penetrated directly, bursts of incantations were heard from the sky, and with the reverberation of the incantations, figures suddenly appeared, they were nearly ten thousand Da Ye Xianzong's disciples.
They floated in the air, surrounding thousands of miles, and formed a huge formation with the peak of Daye Xianzong as the center. This formation slowly moved as the nearly ten thousand people moved around. As it moved, a huge seal The power suddenly descended on the earth, and even within this formation, while the power of the seal spread, the nearly ten thousand people all raised their swords and suddenly struck Su Ming below.
Nearly ten thousand swords, under the operation of this formation, suddenly turned into a hundred-foot sword amidst the roaring sound. This sword revealed the ancient vicissitudes of life, and rushed straight from the sky to Su Ming in an instant.
"You are not Beiling from Wushan." Su Ming ignored the sword coming from the sky. He looked at Beiling with a ferocious expression. When he spoke lightly, Beiling's expression suddenly changed. He opened his eyes suddenly. He saw that the dagger that had pierced Su Ming's brow was quickly frozen, turning into ice in an instant. The cold air spread even more. The moment he was about to let go of his hand, it covered his arm and suddenly filled the air. His whole body directly froze Beiling's body and spirit into an ice sculpture in front of Su Ming.
"You are not Wu Shan's head." When Su Ming spoke softly, the tip of the sword on his chest turned into ice, and the head behind him roared in shock. He wanted to retreat in a hurry, but still Before he could take three steps back, his whole body, like his son, was frozen and turned into an ice sculpture.
This is Su Ming's destiny cultivation magical power. He is Midwinter, and his destiny is winter. He can attract the midwinter snow, or he can freeze everything.
Unless the opponent's cultivation level is higher than his, otherwise, there is no chance in front of Ming Xiu.
The sound of clicking echoed. The ice sculpture made by Beiling maintained its ferocious look and fell into pieces. The ice sculpture made by his father also shattered under the sound of clicking.
The dagger between Su Ming's eyebrows shattered, and the sword tip on his chest also shattered.
He stood there, still not paying attention to the sword descending from the sky, but looked at Chen Xin with blood on the corner of his mouth.
"Why do you have to remind me?" Su Ming said softly.
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Today’s tickets are the fewest this month. Where are the recommended tickets?
(End of this chapter)