Pursuit of the Truth

Su Ming did not know how many people he killed. He walked out three hundred steps, and the endless swords came and slammed, but in his hands, the swords were swept, and the swords were collapsed. At the same time, more Under the scream of a screaming voice, the head began to rise with the blood.

Su Ming’s body is bloody, it is blood, it is the blood of the big leaf Xianzong disciple, the sword in his hand is red, and the peak of the whole big leaf fairy has become red.

Behind Su Ming, the three hundred steps are all shattered. If they represent Su Ming’s will and determination, all the creatures he has passed, like the stone of the steps, are all shattered.

The blood ran down the mountain, and the thick blood was filled all around, and even the snow of the eight sides seemed to be dyed red at this moment.

Su Ming walked calmly, and the tip of the sword swept away. A young man who seemed to be less than twenty years old was separated from the body in front of Su Ming. His eyes were confused, showing bitterness and falling down.

"You and I have no enmity, but you shouldn't be a big leaf fairy." Su Ming whispered openly, his left hand grabbed his side, and suddenly he was on his side, a person who began to transform into a **** of phoenix, was Su Ming. The left hand penetrates directly into the magical power and grabs the person's neck.

It was a woman, a woman with a beautiful face, but Su Ming did not have the slightest pity. The left hand was immersed in the woman's body, letting the woman tremble. In desperation, her neck suddenly shattered, and the devastating force rushed into it. Its body disintegrated her god.

Su Ming let go and take a step.

There is no right or wrong, no good and evil, only the different choices, making their own choices, Da Ye Xianzong is the patriarch of the Emperor, which is decided. The fate of the big leaf fairy.

In the consciousness of Su Ming. There is no idea of ​​having a debt to have the Lord, and some are just provokes the innocent of the Manchus. His thoughts are extreme, paranoid, and ruthless to the enemy.

Tibetan dragons are also good. There are three sects of the Scorpio, and there are three evil sects. These sects have been destroyed. Su Ming has hardly ever shot. Most of them are madly killing people. Only this big leaf sage, Su Ming does not bring any barbarian. Even the ancestors were ordered to wait outside.

Because of this, this big leaf Xianzong. Su Ming’s hate, even if one person is not killed by him, he will feel sorry.

Because of hating a person. All of its blood. All the sects have hatred, which may not be right. But in Su Ming’s memory, when he did not come to this dying place, the endless darkness, the voice from his sister, and his own feelings, everyone surrounded him and his sister, swallowed and absorbed them. Some kind of breath in the body, which makes his sister more and more weak, all this has already made him paranoid.

"I help the barbarians, because my soul is here, because of my master, my brothers, they are barbarians, because of the beauty in my memory, even if the good is fake, but they are the most treasured in my life. Memories.

The memories of the mountains, the mountains, the people...and the traditions, customs, and so on, are all barbarians, so... I help the barbarians, so even if I don’t think I am a god, I can do it for them. To help the rise of barbarians. ”

Su Ming’s eyes revealed remembrance, and the sword in his hand swept away. The body once again took a few steps. At this moment, there are thousands of heads behind him, but this killing is not over yet.

Because of cherishing memories, because the ninth peak is a barbarian, Su Ming can go to pay for the entire barbarian, this is his character.

Similarly, the other side of this extreme character is Su Ming’s killing trip. Because he hates a person, he can therefore hate his full house, and if he kills, he will not stay in the grass.

"You, you shouldn't go to the big leaf fairy." Su Ming shook his head, the blood-colored sword in his hand swept, and under his body, he stepped into the top of the half-leaf fairy mountain peak, the sweep of the blood-killing sword, Dozens of heads flew up, and blood filled them, dyeing all the snow around the place.

"Su Ming!!" At the moment when Su Ming set foot on this half of the mountain, an angry low sigh came from the front, and the voice came from... Beiling.

Beiling had a sword in his hand, his body trembled, his eyes were red, and he looked at Su Ming. The eyes showed complexity and hate. Chen Xin, his side, stood there silently, and his face was stunned and bleak.

"You must rush to kill, you must destroy the entire big leaf Xianzong!!" Beiling stared at Su Ming, shouting loudly.

Su Ming lifted his footsteps and stepped onto the last step at the foot. When he stood in the middle of the mountain, the last step behind him, there was a crack, but it did not smash, this is... the first one, in the Soviet Union After Ming passed, there was no completely broken step.

"If it is, then kill my husband and wife, so that we can not let us see the death of the same door and grieve, you shot, I will never fight back, you shot!" Beiling throws the sword in his hand, In the shackles, his eyes left... tears.

Su Ming is silent. The sword in his hands is a self-destructive murder. It contains a trace of bloodthirsty spirit. If the cold eyes look at the two people in front of you, if Su Ming stops, it will definitely Rush out, kill the two directly, use their blood to make themselves even more embarrassing.

Today, it has dyed blood that has not been seen for a long time, which makes it in the excitement, the recognition of Su Ming has reached its limit.

"You don't care about the past, you don't care about everything in Wushan, then you kill me, kill Chen Xin who has a good impression on you since childhood, kill us, can't use you too much time, kill us, Breaking our thoughts on you..." Beiling’s loud voice, more tears.

"I still remember that I taught you to use arrows. I still remember that when Wushan was attacked by the Ministry of Montenegro, you and I fought together, you... or that of Wushan?!"

"You are worthy of the grandfather, who is worthy of the people of Wushan, come and kill me!!"

The words of Beiling, let Su Ming in the silence, the heart has a sting, this sting, is the more precious the memory, the more intense the poison, is a kind of pain to tear the heart.

In the moment when he appeared painfully and slowly looked at the Beiling, Chen Xin, who was beside the Beiling, suddenly raised his head, and the gloom in his eyes was replaced by a complicated one. Her tears ran down and she made a decision and made a sound to Su Ming. Anxious.

"Su Ming, go away..." But her voice has not finished, the Beiling there turned fiercely, and directly slaped a slap in the face of Chen Xin, Chen Xin fell to the ground, and the corner of his mouth overflowed with blood.

It was almost Chen Xin’s prompt moment. Suddenly, a sword appeared from the emptiness behind Su Ming at a lightning speed. When Su Ming was hurt by the words of Beiling, he immediately penetrated it. Above the heart.

In the position of the sword's tip, there is a touch of blue fire, which is a poisonous fire that can burn the soul. As long as the sword is stabbed into the body, it can burn a person's soul.

This sword seems to have been waiting here for a long time. Just waiting for the moment when Beiling makes Su Ming’s heart vibrate, it will launch this apparently aimed at Su Ming’s arrangement.

With a bang, Su Ming’s chest was filled with blood, and the sword that appeared behind him directly penetrated his chest, revealing a small half of the blade, blood dripping down the tip of the sword, and falling on the ground. On, one drop, one drop.

"Su Ming, you shouldn't come to the big leaf fairy." Behind Su Ming, there was an old voice, the voice Su Ming is familiar, that is the father of Beiling, the first words of Wushan.

It was almost the first time that the sword penetrated Su Ming’s body, and his words reverberated. Su Ming looked down at the tip of the sword. The look of Beiling in front of him immediately turned into a slap, and his body suddenly appeared in the air. In front of Su Ming's body, when the right hand was lifted up, a dark dagger appeared in his hand and directly penetrated into Su Ming's eyebrows.

"Su Ming, you are going to die!!"

The dagger did not enter Su Ming's eyebrows, and directly penetrated into it. At the same time, the sound of a spell of spells suddenly came from the sky. With the reverberation of the sound of the spell, a figure appeared suddenly. It was a disciple of nearly Wan Da Ye Xianzong.

They floated in the air, surrounded by thousands of miles, centered on the peaks of the big leaves of Xianzong, and formed a huge array of methods. This method slowly moved with the movement of nearly 10,000 people. As it operated, a huge seal The force suddenly came to the earth, but in this battle, while the power of the seal spread, nearly 10,000 people raised their swords and went to the bottom of Su Ming.

Nearly 10,000 swords, in the operation of this array of law, in the roar of the roaring voice, the awesome turned into a hundred-footed sword, this sword reveals the quaint vicissitudes of life, from the sky straight to Su Ming.

"You are not the North Ling of Wushan." Su Ming did not pay attention to the big sword that the sky was coming. He looked at the Beiling, whose expression was faint. When the opening was light, the look of Beiling suddenly changed. He sharply widened his eyes. Seeing the dagger that pierced Su Ming’s eyebrows, it was a fast ice seal, and it instantly became an ice. The cold air was spreading. When he wanted to let go of his hand, he covered his arm and suddenly filled it. His whole body directly embossed Beiling's body and its gods into an ice sculpture in front of Su Ming.

"You are not the first of Wushan." When Su Ming whispered, the tip of the sword at his chest became a cold ice. The head behind him was even a low-pitched, and his body was rushing back. Without waiting for three steps, his whole person, like his son, was directly frozen and iced.

This is Su Ming's life-changing magical power. He is a winter, his life is winter. He can attract the snow of the winter, or he can freeze everything.

Unless the other person's repair is high out of him, otherwise, in the face of life, there is no possibility.

The sound of snoring echoed, and the ice sculptures of the Beiling were kept in a smashing manner, and the ice sculptures that were made by the father were also shattered under the sound of the singer.

Su Ming's eyebrows smashed, and the tip of the sword on his chest shattered.

He stood there, still did not care about the sword that the sky came, but looked at Chen Xin with blood on his lips.

"Why should you remind me?" Su Ming softly opened.

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