Pursuit of the Truth

The sound of the drums sensationally passed through this world. Even the thick green fog on the air was more violent at this moment, as if the killing of the strong ones came to an end.

Outside the battlefield, hundreds of people from Su Ming heard the drums from Tianzhu City. The drums of the drums contained strong penetrating power and reverberated in the battlefield. They lingered in the ears of several hundred people in Su Ming. []

"With me, if the battle is not dead, it is the strong!" The low voice before Su Ming, combined with this drum, made the will of these hundreds of people turn into a driving force, this moment they Forget the life and death, only Su Ming is in his eyes, only the figure he is heading toward.

This figure is here, this will be there, this figure is saved, this momentum will exist!

At this moment, they were noticed by the public, and more and more people here, looking at them, the fiber is indifferent, and it is cold and cold.

This is especially true in Scorpio City.

The performance of this squad has reached its peak. Su Ming rushed to the front, and the more than 300 people behind him showed a trend of iron and blood, such as fierce dragons, such as roaring tigers, desperate, rushing .

The narrow road meets the brave winner. This sentence is sometimes not a person, but a group of people! For example, now, these hundreds of people behind Su Ming are like this!

They are naughty, but they have a momentum that is dead!

"What a fear of death!" Yan Bo was bloody, screaming, and his look was stunned, with Su Ming behind him, madly strangled.

Although more than one hundred people of the Wu people are strong, even if they are stronger, they are limited. So few hundred people of Su Ming, if one person can't fight, then if two people can't do it, then three people!

If the three people still can't, then there must be the most severely injured person. Under the teeth, they choose to blew themselves. This kind of self-destructing momentum, the roaring of the roaring, is fierce, and is more powerful than the battlefields in other places.

Self-explosion requires courage. This kind of courage often goes beyond killing or being killed. This kind of self-choice requires struggling and requires a real courage before it can be done.

Perhaps many times, many people do not have this courage, but on this battlefield, even if it is not self-destructive, it is very likely that it will not survive. The real man is rather to die, but also to let the enemy bury together. !

The sound of the bang, the blew voice continued to spread, the smirk of the face before the break, the last words of life when the body burst open, stimulating other people, stimulating all see The people of their barbarian.

This short-handed war, in the battle of the drums, with the madness of hundreds of barbarians, with Su Ming in the forefront of the rush, the witches here, a lot of death!

Death is only one of them. More importantly, the Wu people, they look at Su Ming and others, for the first time, with fear, they can’t fear, facing the twin mad eyes, facing Once it can't be killed directly, if the other party hits the face that must be desperately rushed from the explosion, they... how can they not fear!

Su Ming’s killing was even more tragic. His right arm was blurred. His chest was full of blood. His hair was scattered and his deep feeling of exhaustion spread from his body.

However, his eyes are always bright, his left eye is still indifferent, his right eye is also flashing the demon red mans, his hair is dyed with purple blood, even at the end of this twilight, It is still eye-catching.

His speed was unfolded to the extreme, flickering forward, and under the madness of the followers behind him, after more than half of the more than half of the Witches died, they finally collapsed!

That is the collapse of the mind, that is the sign of retreat!

The remaining 30 or more Witches, including the two hunters in their presence, chose not to agree, and chose to retreat with them, and chose the second wave of fighters who were rushing to join them.

They are afraid!

The barbarians here also paid a heavy price. Except those who fled before, there were only one hundred followers behind Su Ming.

More than one hundred people, no one is not contaminated with blood, no one is not a **** cold, no one is not a hero!

When the 30-somethings of the Wu people quickly retreated, Su Ming gasped and slammed his head, and his right foot took a big step forward. This step was kept in place. His afterimage, but his body is like a penetrating nothingness, can clearly see the void in the not far behind more than thirty witches, suddenly there is a blood fog, almost that blood fog At the moment of the moment, Su Ming’s figure stood in the middle of the two witch hunters in a twist.

Su Ming's appearance was extremely strange. After his appearance, the flesh and blood of his legs could be blurred. The previous **** fog was caused by Su Ming's repeated speeds, and the body could not bear the subsequent explosion.

With his appearance, a strong wind was picked up, rolling the desolation of the earth, and went straight to the two witch hunters. In the roaring and vibrating, one of the witch hunters did not guard against the shock of the body, waiting for him. It is the world in front of the world, because his head is passed by Su Ming’s palm.

This witch hunter should not be so fragile, but his previous battle has broken his mind. At this moment, he can see the reinforcements in the escape. This broken, a loose moment, coupled with the speed of Su Ming is really Too fast is a desperate situation.

But he was a witch hunter after all, almost the moment when his head was torn off by Su Ming. His body exploded, and it was a moment of his death, he chose to blew himself.

This hunter's self-destruction is almost crazy, because in addition to Su Ming, there are other Wu people, Su Ming is the first to bear the brunt of the impact of the self-explosive force, at this critical juncture, he I don't know if it is an illusion. In that moment, he felt the bones from the Laoshan ancestors, which existed in the body, melted a trace...

But it was only melted a little, and Su Ming couldn't think too much. His speed was once again unfolding, his body rushed back, and disappeared instantly. When it appeared, it was already in front of the barbarian's more than 100 people.

Almost as the division he appeared, the roar of the roaring earth was terrifying. The self-destruction of the witch hunters was so great that many of the witches around them could not dodge, screaming and resounding, and wounded and injured more than ten people.

Su Ming's mouth overflowed with blood, but it was a cockroach. It spewed a large blood, and his face was white. The world in front of him was blurred until he licked his teeth, and this insisted.

His heart beats, and the feeling that existed before has made his eyes shine. At this moment, he has already determined, and only then, the bone in his body has indeed melted a trace!

He stood there and looked at the front. He was followed by more than a hundred barbarians. In front of him was the first wave of the witches who died and injured, and the fast-moving, second wave of the witches. .

"Hunter Su Ming!!"

"Hunter Su Ming!!" More than a hundred people behind Su Ming did not know who opened it first. Then, almost everyone shouted loudly, and their eyes were full of fanaticism. They saw it. Su Ming’s last move saw the man who was raised in the hands of Su Ming at the moment!

Zhou De of the southern theater, he took a deep breath and smiled at the corner of his mouth. He saw Su Ming’s last move and heard the more than 100 people behind Su Ming, who was crazy at the moment.

Scorpio dreamed of looking at the light curtain in front of him, looking at some of the figure there, looking at his blood coat, watching the flesh and blood on his body, biting his lower lip, I don't know what to think.

As for the northern theater, the old man who counted the calculations also moved at the moment.

Only the heavens are quiet, frowning, and the look is still indifferent.

In the direction of Scorpio City, the sound of the drums became more and more exciting. The old men on the wall did not speak at this moment, gazing at the position of Su Ming.

In the city of Scorpio, the three people who meditate in the beads floating on the huge cylinder are also in silence.

They did not see Su Ming’s cultivation. In their eyes, Su Ming’s cultivation was very weak and vulnerable. They looked at the will that surrounds this hundred people at the moment. This will be Su Ming. Headed, he brought it.

What they see is the kind of decisiveness and tenacity that exists in Su Ming, and a kind of courage!

Su Ming handed the head to the car behind him. He gasped. At this moment, the second wave of the Witch Warrior is close to a thousand feet. The distance of a thousand feet will soon be near.

Behind him, more than a hundred people are already exhausted, and they have experienced a whole day and even longer battles. Compared with the group of witches who have been resting from beginning to end, they are in a weak position.

He can safely imagine that when the second wave of the Witches rushed, the companions who could survive, fearing that there was not much...

In particular, this is only the second wave, and the third wave... and there are more than a dozen Baizhang fierce beasts, and there are thousands of second sacred beasts!

"Performance, it's over! The car, Yanbo, take them back and return to the southern theater!" Su Ming looked decisive and stunned.

A car, Yanbo immediately looked at Su Ming.

"But adults, Zhou Shuai there..."

"Retire!" Su Ming looked at Yanbo.

By the eyes of Su Ming, Yan Bo nodded silently, under his teeth, without his command, the words of Su Ming were heard by more than 100 people.

"I want you to be alive, now, give me back! Sub-car, you also retreat, this is the order of the ninth peak!"

The car bit his teeth and nodded.

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