Pursuit of the Truth

At the moment when the blood line broke, Lei Chen shivered and spurted blood.

The mountain marks were photographed by the palm of this Nansong. The face was pale. After landing, he raised a few feet. The blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. His complex complex eyes revealed his pain. He did not dare to face Nansong and bowed his head.

All this happened too quickly. In the twinkling of an eye, everything reversed. Su Ming stared at the mountain marks and laughed.

The mountain marks pale, and the corners of his mouth continually overflowed with blood. Suddenly, he shouted in the sky. His shouts were bleak, and he turned around. He no longer went to see Nansong and Su Ming, but went to the jungle, running wildly, and rushing into the jungle. With the painful sorrow, the mountain marks disappeared into the jungle.

At the same time, the Montenegrin patriarch smiled and seemed to have anticipated this scene.

Going straight to Nansong, and the black man who was fighting with Nansong, at the moment, with a wound, he came to Nansong with a punch.

The feeling of Nansong was sad, his face was bloodless, his body was withered like a cockroach. On his back, the crescent moon knife penetrated deeply, and blood was constantly flowing.

At the moment when the Montenegrin patriarch and the black man were approaching, Nansong suddenly laughed, his laughter revealed a desolation, and the whole body slammed, and immediately his eyebrows split a long gap, and a faint cyan phantom appeared. Go straight to the coming enemy.

In the moment of the black man and the Montenegrin patriarch, the blue illusion exploded and turned into an amazing shock. The black man was injured. At this moment, it was impossible. Sustained, the fragile eyes immediately shattered and screamed back.

As for the Montenegrin patriarch, it is also not expected that Nansong can carry out such a means under such a serious injury, and he knows that the machete piercing the body of Nansong contains a highly toxic drug that can make blood coagulate. Prevent the strong blood line from blasting, so he dared to approach before.

This knife is prepared by the Ministry of Montenegro for the bird mountain, but there was an accident and it was used in this Nansong body.

The black patriarch spurted out blood, and he pursued it in this way. The wounds in the body can no longer be suppressed. The blood is spurting out, and its breath is weaker. It falls back a few dozen feet and looks pale.

But seeing the blue illusion bursting out, Nansong standing there, his eyes stunned brightly, as if the injury was all right, the body stepped forward and went straight to the black leather that was seriously injured. In front of the person, a fist hit the chest that the person could not hide.

With a bang, the black man’s body trembled, his chest was flesh and blood, his eyes were dim and he died directly.

Nansong did not pause, and looked at the Montenegrin patriarch who was not far away. His look was calm and went straight away. The Montenegrin patriarch was horrified and screamed back. After seeing the remaining five Montenegrins, he saw Nansong. Already coming, he did not hesitate to grab a group of people beside him, as if he had sent a force to throw this group to Nansong.

The voice of the screams of the Montenegro was drowned by the sudden bursting of the whole body, forming a large **** fog, and the head of the Montenegro trembled with panic and panic.

"Retreat!" Between the words, it is convenient for the four small Montenegro people who are left behind, under their protection, regardless of the rushing to the jungle, they are completely afraid, especially the strongness of Nansong, which makes them unbelievable.

In the view of the Montenegrin patriarch, his own life is precious and cannot be left here, and he knows that the next wave of Montenegro reinforcements is already on the road, and as long as they meet, everything is safe.

"Want to go!" Nansong did not see the Montenegrin in front of him blew himself, his right hand waved forward, and the self-destructive blood fog suddenly dissipated. After his body landed, his hands slammed toward the earth.

Suddenly at the foot of the Montenegro patriarch and other five people galloping, the ground immediately vibrated, and a huge mud hand rushed to the Montenegrin patriarch, and in the madness of the Montenegrin patriarch, he once again pushed the people around him. In the past, he avoided life and death, but his courage seemed to be completely lost, his head was not returned, and the other three tribes rushed to the jungle and rushed to escape.

"The Montenegro Department, which lost its glory, rolled the old man!" Nansong did not chase, but stood there and made a quiet whistle to the jungle.

Everything in the genius happened in the same time. Su Ming was approaching at this moment, watching Nansong stand there, watching his body weaken at the speed visible to the naked eye after the Montenegrins fled.

"The tribe, it should be safe... The next wave of Montenegrins will not come so soon, they have died a lot, and they have already retired." Nansong still stood there, and the crack on his face from the eyebrows was distributed. Out of the gray light.

"I completed the appointment with your grandfather... and he saved his life..." Nansong looked at Su Ming and smiled on his face.

"Southern Song Grandpa..." Su Ming whispered.

"In fact, even if the mountain marks don't hurt me, I can't hold on for a long time. Before I died, I used my Qingsuo technique to heal several of you, and compensated for some of the vitality that Lei Chen was sucked by. But now, I am doing It’s not over.” Nansong sighed and looked up at the sky. The sky in the distance was still filled with red mist, and it was faintly roaring. He knew that it was still insistent.

"If you can see the mountain marks... help me ask him, why!" Nansong carried his hands, closed his eyes, stood there, motionless, his body seemed to take root on the earth, in front of him, It was the jungle in the darkness, behind his back, the traces of the bird-clan tribes.

Under the moonlight night, his back was very long, very... a tragic and sturdy person in Su Ming’s body. He looked at Nansong, who had no vitality, and did not touch his body. Instead, he stepped back and squatted there, facing Nansong licked three heads.

"Su Ming..." Lei Chen struggled to stand up and came to the side of Su Ming. He was also there, looking sad. At this moment, he looked like a teenager, but he was old. More than ten years old.

For a long time, there was a gentle wind blowing, blowing the snow on the ground, and blowing the hair on the body after Nansong’s death, and blowing the hearts of Su Ming and Lei Chen.

"The tribe should be safe... Lei Chen, go back." Su Ming stood up silently, his eyes were cold, looking at the dark jungle in front.

Lei Chen touched his right eye, and the right eye was already smashed. He was silent for a moment and shook his head.

"I don't go back."

"I want to find the power that can make me stronger... Only if I become a strong person can I be protected from humiliation and protect the homes and people I want to protect.

I heard that on the other side of the plain, after turning over some mountains, there is a tribe. The tribe is far away, but it is stronger than the wind... I want to go there, no matter what the price, I have to Become a strong!

Even if it becomes evil, I am willing! "Lei Chen's look is extremely firm, and there is even more madness, but that madness is only in the depths of the eyes, and it is not revealed from its appearance."

"Su Ming, you are different from me. After you return to Fengzhen, there will be better development, but we are brothers... brothers of a lifetime... waiting for me, one day, after I became a strong, I will come back!" Lei Chen closed his eyes, muttered, and hugged Su Ming, and the two men held silently. For a long time, Lei Chen laughed and turned around with his slightly revealing old back. In the distance, toward his dreams and attachments, step by step, farther and farther, until completely disappeared in the eyes of Su Ming.

Su Ming looked at Lei Chen. He did not go to persuade, but he watched the other side go away. He didn't know if he could see Lei Chen again. For the future, Su Ming appeared confused.

For a long time, he licked his head. Under the full moon of the sky, his confusion was replaced by a cold spell. Looking at the jungle hidden in the darkness, Su Ming took a deep breath.

"Now, I am going to kill you!"

"There are still mountain marks..." Su Ming looked back at the direction of Fengzhen, where his family was hidden on the way, perhaps Bai Ling is still in the wind.

"About..." Su Ming bitterly, close his eyes. When he opened again, there was a terrible calm inside. He stepped forward and the moonlight lingered around the body. In this full moon, he was like a take-away The shadow of death disappeared into the jungle and galloped away.

Without the pursuit of soldiers, the tribes will safely arrive at the Wind and Mud City. This point, Su Ming can be sure that he knows that in this migration, he does not need to do anything for the tribe.

He has done all of his own, but at the moment, he has more important things. He clearly remembers that when Montenegro appeared, he was familiar with it and his thoughts appeared in his mind.

This thought, before he saw that Agong was pursued by the huge moon wing,

It broke out. When he felt that his moment seemed to fly, the avatar became the moment when the moon changed direction and went straight to Montenegro. The thoughts in Su Ming’s mind were clear.

"The savage technique... I cultivated the fire, and the moon wing was changed by the fire barbarian. Therefore, in the practice, I can suppress it! And because of the three **** fires, my blood seems to have The flame, so... I should be able to help the Agong!" Su Ming calmed the two months, there is a red moon flashing, in this dark night, revealing the demon.

He was like a piece of tobacco, galloping in the jungle.

"Before this, I have to let the Montenegro hurt! Let them also feel the sadness of the death of the tribe... Now the black mountain patriarch is seriously injured, and the three people around him are even less worried... and the mountain marks!" Clenched the fist, lowered his head, and disappeared in the jungle.

From being chased to being chased back, from being a prey to becoming a hunter, Su Ming was changed a lot without knowing it.

The second outbreak! If the moon is tired, recommend the ticket!