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Chapter 92: Let the past pass
He understood that in the Fengzhen tribe, the person who appeared in front of him in the same way and was as capable as Wu Sen was Su Ming.
He understood that in Fengzhen Mushi City and their Wushan tribe's residence, when he came back tired that night, when he looked at the ball of his own eyebrow blood floating in the room, he was surprised and guessed The constant person is also... Su Ming!
At this same moment, he looked at the back of Su Ming standing in front of him. In Su Ming's body, he seemed to see the figure returning from the first level of the test, the figure that attracted everyone's attention. At this moment, It was so familiar, he understood, that... was also Su Ming!
All these thoughts, at this moment, are like countless thunderbolts rumbling in Bei Ling's mind. They seem to have turned into a large amount of lightning and passed through his mind, making his body tremble. He dare not believe all this. He can hardly believe that Su Ming actually I don't know when I possessed such a cultivation base, but it reached the level where I looked up silently.
In his memory, this was Su Ming, the person he always hated, whom he despised from the bottom of his heart, and who always spoke indifferently to him. Now, Beiling's heart was complicated.
The level of complexity made him seem to forget that he was still on the battlefield, that he was fighting, that he forgot everything, and his mind was blank and dazed.
"Why is this..." Beiling murmured. Chen Xin beside him hugged him tightly, with tears in her eyes. She didn't have Su Ming in her eyes, but Beiling's pale face was still there. At that moment before, he would not take even one step back even if he died.
All this is slow to say, but in fact it is almost the moment when Su Ming's spear came and landed on the ground, causing a thunderstorm. At the moment when the big man holding the knife collapsed, Su Ming took a step forward. Quickly, it turned into an afterimage and went straight to the person on the left who was swept away by the air wave and staggered back. This person was about fifty years old and his cultivation level was only at the fifth level of the Blood Coagulation Realm.
As soon as he took a few steps back, his vision suddenly blurred. His eyes and pupils were shrinking and he was about to take a big step back. A strong crisis suddenly came over his body, but Su Ming's speed was too fast. Before this person could do anything, After retreating, he was suddenly approached by a roar that broke through the air. With a ferocious look on his face and an angry killing intent, he used his body instead of fists to slam into the chest of this big Black Mountain man. .
The sound of clicking reverberated crisply, and blood spilled from the corner of the mouth of the big man from Black Mountain. His back suddenly exploded, but his body could not withstand the powerful force from Su Ming. All the bones in his body were shattered and his body was thrown backward before he could hit the ground. He died of anger.
The hatred in Su Ming's eyes not only did not decrease, but became more intense. He hated everyone in the Black Mountain tribe. At this moment, he turned around sharply and stared at the three Black Mountain barbarians who wanted to kill Beiling. The last person.
This man is tall, but not tall. The ferocious smile and excited eyes when he was chasing and killing Bei Ling suddenly changed at this moment, the smile turned into horror, and the eyes contained fear. He looked at Su In a way that shocked him, Ming killed one person with one spear, and he even killed another person with a single collision.
The neat scene gave the big man a cruel and crazy feeling. His heart was beating loudly. When Su Ming looked at him, he immediately screamed in fear and wanted to step back desperately. He was afraid. Now, he felt that Su Ming at this moment was definitely at the leader level of the Wushan tribe. He was not someone he could resist.
But just when the big man took less than three steps back, a sharp scream came out suddenly, and an arrow was shot from a distance. If the arrow could penetrate nothingness, it came in an instant, and shot from the big man's neck. A stream of blood came out of his body, passed through directly, and fell on the big tree nearby, making a loud sound that made the big tree tremble.
The big man held his neck, blood continued to flow out, his eyes were dimmed, and he fell to the ground. His body was trampled by the killing people of the two clans around him.
He bowed his head in the distance, and quickly withdrew his gaze from looking here with exhaustion, and continued to fight with his enemy, the leader of the eighth blood coagulation layer of the Black Mountain Department.
Su Ming walked towards Beiling, stopped in front of it, grabbed the scale-blood spear that was pierced into the snow, pulled it out fiercely, his eyes flashed, and when he was about to look for the Black Mountain tribesmen to continue killing, his ears Beiling's complicated and hesitant voice came from the side.
"Thank you..." This voice was mixed between the fighting of the war and the sobbing music. It seemed very weak. Su Ming didn't seem to hear it. After pulling out the spear, he walked forward, but he took a few steps. But it was a slight meal.
"The past, let it go... For Chen Xin, you have to live well..." Su Ming said, taking a step forward and heading straight towards the group of people fighting not far away.
Almost at the moment Su Ming was galloping forward, a cold gaze suddenly looked at Su Ming from the fence in the distance. He was a man wearing coarse linen clothes. He looked about forty years old and had a strong body. To the extreme, he looked like an iron tower. His body was covered with blood, but almost all of it was barbarians belonging to the Wushan tribe.
The power of Qi and blood in his body was so majestic that it seemed to have reached the eighth level of blood coagulation. He seemed to be almost the same as Ye Wang who Su Ming had fought with.
The moment he looked at Su Ming, the man raised his right hand. In his hand, there was a long bone knife. He raised the knife and cut off the head of a member of the Wushan tribe who was fighting to the death around him.
Before the tribesman could even reach the bloodline and self-destructed, his head was missing. His head was grabbed by this person and thrown directly towards Su Ming who was looking at him.
The head, filled with hot blood, fell at Su Ming's feet. The blood dyed the snow red, causing the snow to quickly melt and turn into blood.
Su Ming paused in his steps and looked up with bloodshot eyes. He and the big man were in the battlefield, separated by human bodies. Su Ming saw the cruelty and coldness in the big man's eyes. The big man also saw the cruelty and coldness in his eyes. The madness and murderous intent in Su Ming's eyes.
The moment the two people's eyes came into contact, the big man moved. He swayed, jumped up and rushed towards Su Ming. Su Ming stepped on the ground with his right foot, and jumped up quickly, rushing towards the big man. !
This big man can wear coarse linen clothes instead of animal skins. He obviously has a high status in the Montenegro. Being able to kill such a person will definitely have a heavy blow to the morale of the Montenegro.
As soon as this big man moved, because of his different status, he immediately attracted the attention of many Black Mountain tribesmen who were fighting here. They seemed to be inspired by his momentum, and they rushed to kill each one with strange screams.
Seeing that the two were getting closer and closer, in an instant, they gathered together abruptly and launched a fierce life-and-death battle.
But at this moment, right in front of the crowd of the Wushan tribe, the Wushan patriarch spat out blood, his face was pale, and he stepped back, but he saw that in front of him, most of the Black Mountain tribe died, but there was a man who had fought with Agong before. The two men, also dressed in black, suddenly appeared. With their astonishing cultivation, they shocked the Wushan clan leader and forced him to retreat.
The big man in black had a dull look in his eyes, but he showed a bloodthirsty look. He took long strides, led the two Montenegro barbarians behind him, and went straight to chase the retreating clan leader. Judging from his appearance, he seemed to be trying to kill the injured man. The clan leader was killed in one fell swoop.Beside the clan leader, the tribesmen and barbarians who had followed him in the battle had died one after another in the previous battle. At this moment, he was the only one in front of the crowd.
At this critical moment, it seemed that the leader of the Wushan tribe could not avoid this critical moment of life and death. Amidst the anger and sorrow of the crowd behind him, a man suddenly rushed out of the crowd. This man was an old man. He was Wushan. Southern pine in the mountains!
The moment he walked out, he seemed to sigh softly and stepped on the ground with his right foot. There was no strong sound, but the big man in black who was chasing the Wushan clan leader in front suddenly shook his body, as if he stumbled under his feet, and his expression showed shock. At the same time, Nan Song walked out and landed in front of the big man. He punched his skinny right arm and stopped his pursuit. The two of them fought together in front of the group.
But beside the big man in black, there were two Montenegrin barbarians following him. One of them was the one from the Montenegro holding a big bow. Although this man was shocked by the arrival of Nansong, he had the black-clothed barbarian. As soon as the man was there, he gritted his teeth and jumped up, chasing after the Wushan clan leader with cruelty and excitement in his eyes. He could imagine that if he killed the Wushan clan leader and took his head, in the tribe, he would Will make great achievements.
Chief Wushan smiled miserably. He was still several feet away from the crowd behind him that seemed to be protected by light, but now, he understood that he could not go back.
But there was no regret in his eyes, only reluctance. He did not regret dying in battle. As the leader of the tribe, it was an honor to die fighting for the tribe, but he was unwilling to give up... He left the tribe so quickly because he was unwilling to give up. Lead the tribe to a safe place...
The crisis here at the patriarch's place was seen by Su Ming and many people, but in the ferociousness of the Black Mountain tribe, no one could rush to it. After all, it was the life and death of the Wushan tribe chief. This started an exciting entanglement, tightly trapping every barbarian of the Wushan tribe.
Su Ming wanted to rush over, but the big man from the Black Mountain tribe wearing coarse linen clothes stopped him with a sneer, making it impossible for Su Ming to get through at all, and he didn't even have a chance to throw his spear.
At this moment of crisis, at the moment when the chief of the Wushan tribe seemed unable to avoid this moment of life and death, there were more than a dozen young people in the forefront of the Wushan tribe who were protected by the light of the wild image, closest to the chieftain.
These young men are all trembling. They are a group of people in the tribe who are just waiting to die. They do not have a savage body, let alone a strong body. Most of them are usually leisurely and comfortable when the tribesmen are working, because their There have been barbarians who died in battle in their families, which makes them feel that they have some special rights. No matter what they do, as long as they don't betray the tribe, they will stay like this for the rest of their lives.
They did not forget the glory of their family, but they did not choose to inherit this glory, but chose to give themselves a reason to be lazy and domineering under the shelter of this glory.
(End of this chapter)