Pursuit of the Truth

Every time, Su Ming’s right hand is lifted up, and while the index finger is drawn, the illusion in front of him will disappear as if it had a layer of diaphragm.

I don't know how long it has passed. Su Ming's action as a sword draws the movement of the sword from the beginning, and gradually slows down.

A stroke of painting, as time passed, Su Ming did not know how many pens he had drawn, and how many copies of Linyi’s sword.

Although he does not know the specifics, he knows that each pen he draws looks the same, but it actually differs. If he draws a thousand strokes, it is different if he draws After ten thousand pens, it is different!

But he never found the kind of sadness that Sima Xin had when he waved the sword, and he couldn't seem to blend with this painting.

The rules contained in this sword make Su Ming want to draw more, and the more he feels that it is ever-changing, it seems to be inorganic, and it is difficult to fully understand it. In the right hand index finger, he will draw it completely.

He knows that it is very difficult for him to fully understand the power of the heavens and the earth contained in this sword in a short time. Therefore, he does not want to do it all at once, but every copy is different. At the office.

Gradually, as time passed, Su Ming slowly felt the innumerable layers of invisible diaphragm between the front and the coming red sword, and then dissipated.

It is with the disappearance of the diaphragm that Su Ming’s body is slowly getting closer to the red sword.

Su Ming’s look is calm, but his eyes are empty, and he seems to have lost his soul. Or, it seems that his soul has been integrated into his right index finger. With the stroke of the pen, it has already spread out in this world. To feel the strange changes in the underworld of the heavens and the earth.

A stroke, such as a painting, the invisible diaphragm has dissipated, Su Ming's body slowly walked forward, did not take a step, he will draw a lot of pens, making the diaphragm disappear more.

But he is soberly aware that today's self can only come out of the shape of the sword, not its soul, even if he draws with his own soul, but also because he can not feel the grief, so there is no god.

"Sad..." Su Ming murmured, his right hand was painted again and again in front of him. He could find his own sorrow and could find the grief of Wushan, but these sorrows seemed to lack something and could not be integrated into this one. Draw a sword inside.

"There is a vicissitude of years..." When Su Ming had already walked to the red sword that came from the air, the distance from the sword seemed to be less than a few feet, and Su Ming’s body was stunned. A meal, there is a hint of enlightenment.

"In my case, the most vicissitudes of this age, there is such a person..." Su Ming bowed his head, his right eye gradually became **** red, became the Wushan blood month.

"He is a god, how can he cry alone?" Su Ming murmured, closed his eyes, and the right index finger lifted up unconsciously, and once again in front of him, the stroke was tilted, if it was painted on paper, Maybe it's just a horizontal line, but it's a simple horizontal line, but it contains a kind of change in the world.

At the moment, it was painted in the void, the sound of the broken ears that could not be heard by the ears, the invisible diaphragm between Su Ming and the red sword, which was broken when it was painted by Su Ming.

At the moment of its disappearance, Su Ming’s right hand was lifted again, and there was no more invisible diaphragm between him and him. On the red sword that was coming, one finger drew a stroke.

This stroke is just a horizontal pattern, but this horizontal pattern looks like a stroke, but in fact it is after thousands of strokes, Su Ming Linyi's sword track, the most peak.

At the moment of this falling, beside him (Baidu asks for a quick hand to play, the official book of the ear-book fans yy: 3943), there are a lot of horizontal stripes that he painted before, such as the one outlined by graffiti Pens and pens, after all of this moment, the outsiders can't see them, because they are painted by Su Ming, and only Su Ming can see them.

At the moment, these countless pens and stripes are stunned in front of Su Ming. The last stroke of his paintings, like overlapping, thousands of pens are superimposed together, eventually forming this Su Ming. I feel that today, I can draw the strongest cross-grain of Linyi’s trajectory.

At the moment of this horizontal pattern, the world roared, and there seemed to be a resounding sound. The world in front of him was broken like a mirror, as if it had been scraped off, the sound of the sound echoed. Come, there is a sharp whistling from the sky.

The surrounding area has completely recovered as usual, and the time seems to be stuck in the moment before Su Ming’s sentiment. At this moment, it is also at that moment with the recovery.

As before, everything is an illusion.

Su Ming’s look has been embarrassed, his right hand is lifted at this moment, and he is still in the strange world, drawing the final stroke.

In front of him, the sound of sharp whistling is the red sword of Sima Xin. This sword is now rewinding. In the air, it is impossible to maintain the shape of the sword and directly become a large red. Light, back to stand there, unbelievable, looking at his colorful horse on the colorful hill behind him with a stunned look.

Sima Xin's shortness of breath, at this moment all the people watching, (Baidu seeks the magic bar fast hand, the ear root book fan official yy: 3943) also looked at Su Ming one by one, that gaze, there is shock, there is also a loss.

At the moment of their genius, they saw with their own eyes that when the red sword slammed into Su Ming, Su Mingben had no reaction, but when the sword approached less than ten feet, Su Ming suddenly raised his head and raised his right hand. It seems to be a gentle wave to the red sword that is coming.

But under this wave, it is in the middle of Su Ming and the red sword. The world is twisted. Many people have not seen it too much, and there is a banging echo. The red sword has a sharp whistling, not even The enemy is rewinding, and in the end it is even more difficult to maintain the sword shape!

You know, this is the great change of Sima Xin!

After a short silence, the sound of screams screamed, and the look of Su Ming’s eyes was astonishing, as if at this moment, they had re-acquainted the strange face in front of them.

Sima Xin was short of breath. Although he didn't have any injuries, he was only a moment, and Su Ming's understatement shook his red sword down. This has already shocked his life.

He understands the power of this savage, but it is because of understanding that the heart is accelerating at this moment, and his face is unbelievable.

"This is impossible! He is not a strong man of the sacrifice. How can it be so easy to sway the way I feel it... and... and the method of confrontation that he only played..." Sima Xin could not believe in his own Everything I saw, especially the movements of Su Ming’s wave, made him feel familiar.

The moment of the saga, the looming grief made him feel shocked.

On the fourth peak, the left-winged teacher in the red robe, at this moment, has a brilliant eye, and his look is extremely dignified, taking a closer look at Su Ming on the battlefield in the distance.

"Made..." The left-winged muttered, and his eyes were not recovered for a long time.

On the rest of the peaks of the Tianzongzong, there are also many old people who don’t go down the mountain on weekdays. At this moment, they are gazing at the scene, and the last wave of the battle is enough for them to make their minds move.

On the eighth peak, the long-haired woman who was always sitting on the raised platform, raised her right hand at the moment, and took the blue silk under her ear. When she put it down, she gently stroked her hand in front of her, she drew The curved shape seems to be similar to the horizontal stripes painted by Su Ming.

It is not external similarity, but the charm contained in it. There is a similarity. Even when she draws it, there is also a distortion in front of her. It seems that she has simply imitated the behavior of Fang Su’s, not awkward. This finger draws, but it lacks the feeling of vicissitudes and sorrow.

"A very meaningful one...who is the ninth peak..." The woman smiled slightly.

Under the Tianmen, in midair, the cockroaches on the face of Su Ming disappeared, and there was a calmness again, but his heart was shocked at the moment, but while his mind was recovering, a sharp pain came from his body, making Su Ming look Pale, spurting a large mouthful of blood, and stepping back a few steps.

This kind of pain is not transmitted from a certain part of his body, but his whole body, every inch of flesh and blood, every inch of bones, and even the veins of the body and the internal organs and internal organs are now suffering from severe pain.

This kind of pain came very suddenly, as if Su Ming’s body was in a state of solitude, and because of some movements, it exceeded the limit that the body could bear, causing signs of exhaustion of the body and the five internal organs.

When Su Ming’s body receded, the Lushan Bell not far away had already covered the stick insect, and after covering it inside, the mountain bell shrank and eventually re-formed the size of the bell and flew to the Soviet Union. Ming, fell in the hands of Su Ming.

The cicadas came out of the bell, and the vibrating bell trembled in the hands of Su Ming, as if the trapped barn was struggling wildly.

This mountain clock, Su Ming is not completely mastered after all, although it can be arbitrarily taken away, but in its power, it can only be done with bells as sound waves, and it can be used to carry out some seals as before. .

Not far from Sima Xin, after seeing Su Ming squirting that blood (Baidu asks for a quick hand to play, the ear of the book fans official yy: 3943), this look has some relief, no longer shocked as before If Su Ming is really free to scatter his savage first change without any injury, then Sima Xin will immediately turn around and return to his first peak to retreat to avoid Su Ming.

But at this moment, after the blood of Su Ming’s mouth spouted, Simaxin regained confidence.

He stared at Su Ming, took a deep breath, looked at the dignity that had never appeared, and his right hand slowly lifted up, pointing to the sky like a five fingers.

"If you can take my last style, after that, my Ma Xin will see you Su Ming, and immediately bow down!" Sima Xin decided to open his mouth, and the five fingers were slightly deducted.

In the twinkling of an eye, there are dozens of tribes in the south of the morning. Simaxin’s sons of Fangmu, who were arranged in these years, fell in the tremors of the same time in different places. Lost consciousness.

"Big kind, unintentional Dafa!" Sima Xin hair without wind automatically, the eyes are exposed to the light, the arms stretched out, the whole person looks in the air, the demon is not awkward!