Pursuit of the Truth

The reverberation of Su Ming’s words has not dissipated, and the great witch’s body has collapsed. The great Wu Gong in this state is too different from Su Ming, and Su Ming’s eyes can kill.

There is no trace of blood on the sword in his hand. It can be seen that the death of the great witch, his existence is not true flesh and blood, but the strange existence between illusion and flesh and blood.

"The technique of nine deaths, when Su Mou and Shi Zun still had the dragons who had killed the witches of the witches for nine times, this made them sleep..." This is not the memory of Su Ming, this is his In the many reincarnations, the last memory.

When the mind emerges that memory of the world, the emptiness in front of Su Ming is more powerful than the one, and the faintness transcends the barbaric soul of the barbarian. The atmosphere of the witchcraft is suddenly erupted.

As it broke out, a fist that was not completely dry, suddenly stretched out from nothingness, and went straight to Su Ming’s chest and punched with lightning.

At the time of the resounding bang of the bang, the fist was about seven inches away from Su Ming’s body, and the sound of snoring whirls, but the ice rushed immediately on the fist and instantly filled, making this whole fist Directly became an ice sculpture.

At the same time, after the fist, an old man who seemed to be about fifty years old, his body took a step from nothingness. His hair was not completely white, but he was mixed with some black hair, and his body was not dry. Like the bones, but stronger, he is the third resurrection of the witches.

His body, his breath, his vitality, seems to return to his body with the rejuvenation of his age. At the moment, as his body erupts, he immediately makes a layer of nothing. fluctuation.

"The lord said that it is the old man's old knowledge, who you are!" Da Wugong took back the frozen right hand and did not look at the ice on his arm. A black mang is scattered from his body to destroy the ice.

Can be allowed to cover the black mang, and can not always let the ice melt slightly, but it spreads more quickly.

Only at this moment, the witches of the great witches changed their faces.

He snorted and screamed at Su Ming. His first death and second death were weak. His murder was also expected. His practice was the stronger the nine deaths.

But this is the third resurrection. It has already begun to show his strength. Even so, it was impossible to melt the ice of this arm, which made him feel at the same time. The look is cautious.

He has lived for a long time, but he can't find a figure to overlap with Su Ming. This made him very suspicious of what Su Ming said.

"You will think of it." Su Ming faintly opened, and the body took a step toward the old man. At the same time as he stepped down, the witch sorcerer’s eyes flashed, and his body swayed, his left hand squatted, and he changed rapidly in front of him. Underneath, a complex and incomprehensible spell. Immediately from its mouth.

Almost at the moment when his spell reverberated, Su Ming’s sword in his hand was horizontally in front of him, and his left hand pointed to the position of the sword at the tip of the sword.

A crisp sword swiftly reverberated, and there was a bloodthirsty jealousy in the Jianming. It was the roar of the sword spirit, and the sound of the sword shattered. Suddenly interrupted the curse of the Wu people.

In the moment when his spell stopped, Su Ming lifted the sword in his hand and tilted it toward the old man. When a sword light broke through the sky, Su Ming’s sword in his hand made an arc. The tip of the sword points to the lower right side of the body.

In front of him, the Wu ethnic group, a few hundred feet away, his body trembled. Suddenly divided into two halves, collapsed.

He can't resist Su Ming's killing the sword, and even resistance is hard to do.

The gap of cultivation has become a distance between life and death in front of Su Ming, who is already invincible in this world.

"This is the third death." Su Ming calmly looked at the place where the great Wugong died. The sword in his hand disappeared, and a large amount of purple gas appeared out of his body. These purple air condensed on Su Ming and formed a A set of purple armor, after wearing Su Ming's face, such as wearing a mask.

Su Ming’s right hand lifted up and grabbed the empty space on the right side. Immediately, the purple gas condensed and formed a huge rifle in his hand. The lance was purple, an indescribable **** killing, and the funeral gun was buried here. Emitted on it.

It’s almost the moment when this funeral rifle appeared. One of them belongs to the great sorcerer. It’s more powerful than it is, and it’s suddenly appeared in this world. The intensity of this breath is infinitely close. The life of the barbarian is close to the empty realm of the witches.

However, it is only close, it is not a real achievement. For Su Ming, such cultivation is far from the realm of his moment.

"Before that year, I have to be stronger. I remember that when the sixth death was in the past, a similar repair was erupted." Su Ming’s calm opening, if the first battle of the year was not the Shizun’s evil spirits A bizarre technique that links the three men together, urging a paper note, killing the sorcerer four times in a row, ending the battle, otherwise, let the big witch Sleeping is very difficult.

In the moment when the extremely powerful momentum of the great Wugong broke out, an illusory figure suddenly emerged from a distance at a very fast speed, and went straight to Su Ming, and its speed was as fast as a residual image. It is less than three feet near Su Ming.

Although the speed of this figure is fast, he can clearly see it in Su Ming’s eyes. This figure is a middle-aged man in his forties. The man’s body is strong and full of power. The shadow of the crescent in the eyes. It is now flashing fast.

Su Ming looked calm, and at the same time that the great sorcerer came, his murder weapon was lifted up in his hand, and he stabbed forward. Under this thorn, the void would burst, and the life of Su Ming’s life would roar. At the same time, his gun tip not only shattered nothingness, but also in the position of the gun tip, a lot of cold air, so that this area, floating snow.

This is the soul of Su Ming, this is his fate of the winter, spread in this gun, and the coming of the great Wu Gong, suddenly touched in the air.

But at the moment of touching, the big witch’s mouth turned into a middle-aged man’s mouth suddenly showed a vicious meaning. Before he came to the gunpoint, his eyes were cold and the body broke out, and he chose to blew himself. !

Self-exploding body, in exchange for more powerful fluctuations, the annihilation of destruction will surpass his full blow before the self-explosion, in this extreme way, with the advantage of being able to resurrect, to carry out this kind of killing.

In fact, at the moment of self-explosion, he had completed the fourth death, and his consciousness was quickly leaving the exploding body to condense the fifth resurrection.

Su Ming snorted, the right hand rifle went to the same position, but the left hand was lifted, the back of the hand was down, the palm of the hand turned to the sky, and the mouth was faint.

"Between the past and the future, it is fate." With Su Ming's words, Su Ming's left hand is facing the self-destructive Da Wugong at the moment when the long gun and the self-destructive Da Wugong smashed the devastating waves in the roaring. A wave of waves.

Under this wave, the change of the power of a rule suddenly emerged in the body of the big witch.

"If you want to find yourself and blew yourself, then you will explode a few times." With Su Ming's words, the big Wu Gong body blew himself in the roaring trend, and the sudden meal was directly rewinded from the collapse. In the state of time, as quickly as the time lapses, after re-shaping the figure, with a glimpse, he suddenly found that his consciousness was forced to stay on his body in this time reversal, unable to leave.

Unable to leave, now this body has become his fifth awakening. This is the first time he has encountered in his long life. Before that, he has never had any experience.

In his shock, while the body was uncontrollable from the collapse and self-destruction, his body once again blew himself up. This is not what he wants. This is caused by Su Ming's control of past and future changes.

The fear of a madness in the heart of this great witch, his body collapsed and the consciousness dissipated, this is the fifth death.

But very quickly, he was desperate to discover that when his consciousness was awake again, he was still in front of Su Ming, or under the horrible time-lapse rule, or went to ... to blew himself.

The sixth death.

The seventh death.

Until the eighth death of the great witch, the blast and the dissipation of consciousness, the great witch sent out a desperate embarrassment. Under that, when the consciousness was about to disperse, a paper sign suddenly appeared in front of him. When the paper symbol flashed, the consciousness was suddenly taken out and incorporated into the paper symbol, forcibly rushing out of Su Ming’s fateful reincarnation and disappearing into the air.

"You finally illusioned this thing." Su Ming's eyes flashed, almost at the same time that the paper sign disappeared, his left hand suddenly lifted up, grabbed the paper, but at the moment of touching the paper sign, It is a catching, so the paper letter does not exist at all.

"The old man's treasure, how many people want to **** innumerable years, but no one can touch, you can be exceptional..." From the paper sign that is about to be scattered, the voice of the big witch is low.

Seeing that it has disappeared most of the time, Su Ming’s eyes are cold, and I don’t pay attention to the voice of the big witch. The left hand is filled with cold, like ice sculpture. This is Su Ming’s life and soul. After condensing on the left hand, the left hand grabbed the paper symbol again. This time, in the moment when his left hand touched the paper sign, Su Ming’s mind rang a roar.

The roar was a voice snarling in the sky, humming four words.

"The death of nine!"

Su Ming's eyes flashed. He knew that the reason why this sound appeared was because he was not ordinary to catch, but because of his own life, to touch.

"You...you..." with an unbelievable embarrassment, suddenly came out of the paper sign, and there was a more savage sound in the embarrassment. {飘天文学 www.PiaoTian.com Thank you for your support, your support is our greatest motivation}