Pursuit of the Truth

"Who is he!! Wushan Department has such a repair without this age!!" The big man squirted blood, his look was shocked, his brain roared and his heart was roaring.

But Su Ming’s speed is too fast. It’s almost the same time that the big man hit the giant wooden fence. Su Ming is approaching again, with madness, killing, and a fist, while biting his tongue and spurting a blood, the blood As soon as it appeared, it immediately turned into a blood fog, and it was a technique of black blood.

This technique went out and went straight to the big man. In the unbelievable look of the great man, Su Ming’s right hand, at its fastest speed, directly penetrated the blood fog and banged. This big man's chest.

With a bang, the giant wooden fence was shocked. The big man's eyes were fierce and big, and the color was lost. The blood had a lot of benefits from the corner of his mouth. His chest was blown by Su Ming.

"Kill!!" Su Minghong stared at him. He killed one person and did not stop at all. He turned and went straight to the rest of the Black Mountain Ministry. The previous battle with the great man was very fast, but it was in the direction nearby. The rest of the people in Montenegro looked at them. They were unbelievable. They watched the deputy head of their hunting team being killed and killed. Even they could not see Su Ming’s body, only to see a picture of the afterimage.

Not only they, but also the same ethnic **** around Su Ming, they are all shocked. They know Su Ming and know Su Ming. In their memory, Su Ming is just an ordinary tribe. They have no time to think about why Su Ming Also in the barbarians, but at the moment, Su Ming's outbreak is to make them feel shocked and have a strong excitement! !

With Su Ming’s low voice, the seven or eight fellows were all smashed.

"kill!!"

"Destroy my home, kill!!" Su Minghong eyes, the whole body is bloody, a punch!

"Brazed my people, kill!!" Once again, punch.

"Hey my ethnic group, kill!!" Another punch.

Su Ming's figure flickers. In the fear of more than a dozen of the Black Mountain men, he started to be crazy. He has never been so killing. He has never been so hateful. At this moment, he seems to be no longer a teenager under the age of seventeen. A crazy killer.

In the blood splashing, Su Ming’s ear heard a roar, his heart was bleeding, it was a tribe who was seriously injured, chose the blood line to blew!

This is a war, this is a killing of the invaders and guardians, this is the madness of the tribes and tribes, this is the Wushan and Montenegro departments, like hundreds of years of revenge!

The sudden increase of the barbarians in Montenegro makes the war more and more fierce. There are not many barbarians in the Wushan Department, and the number is less than that of Montenegro. But at this moment, every Wushan tribe is there. In obstinacy, in order to protect the homeland, to protect the tribes, for their tribes, you can give everything!

Death, what is it! Fight for the homeland, fight for the tribe, fight for the children, fight for the parents, this is the most awkward moment in life!

The crowd, who was protected by the radiance, was crying in the silence, and the sound of crying echoed, and there was a cry. They are crying, for the protection of their children, for the protection of their father, for the protection of their barbarians, crying...

"Ah, why is the sky blue... Is it because there is Abba looking at us..."

"Abba, why are the stars in the night blinking... Isn’t the mother there, looking at us..." I don’t know who was the first soft whisper, slowly, almost all the people who were protected by the light, That crying, muttered.

Their voices merged together, gradually turning into a low sound, revealing a softness, revealing a sorrow, but in that softness and sorrow, there is an unspeakable thought.

These few words belong to the Wushan Ministry. They are in the Wushan Ministry. Whenever a tribe died, the whole family surrounded the fire and looked at the dead people and sang the words of sorrow.

"Lasu, you don't be alone in the sky, don't be sad, don't cry, grandma dad looks at you on the earth... every year, every day... is watching you..."

"I won't cry, I won't be sad, I won't be alone, I know you are there, watching me there... I am very happy..."

The voice of the voice, in the weeping, gradually grew bigger and bigger, those who fought and feared the death of Wushan, listened to the voices of the people, listened to the familiar words, looked sad, issued a repressed embarrassment, they To fight, to fight to the end! !

Su Ming's body trembled, tears in his eyes, his body filled with blood, his own, but more, belonged to the enemy.

He doesn't know how tired he is. He doesn't know the fear. What he knows is that he wants to die. When he can't move anymore, when he is seriously injured, what he has to do is the blood line! !

"Ama... Aba... Pippi..." Behind Su Ming, he faintly heard the little girl who was waking up, crying.

Su Ming’s heart is stinging, bleeding, as if there are countless roots of thorns penetrating, making him faster and faster, let his fists roar more and more, in this sorrow and killing, a whimper Qule, wandering.

The sound of the music, revealing a bleak, revealing a sorrow, revealing a parting ... not far away, under a big tree, the Liu Du of the Wushan Department is there, his legs are It was blurred, and his body was filled with blood. His face was pale and his eyes were bleak.

His trembling hands, holding a skeleton made of bones, put it on his lips, playing the sad distortion, the squeaking voice, like the cry of his mother, in this fierce battlefield, with the people The sentence of a whisper blended into a sadness that made people feel sad.

The snoring snoring, with the wind blowing, melted in the snow on the ground, immersed in the blood of the tribes, in this battlefield, let every Wushan people heard, tears continue.

Su Ming’s body trembled. This is not the first time he has heard the distortion, but he has never been like this, letting his tears flow down, making his heart seem to be broken and lost, becoming an unintentional person. What exists is only the scars that are covered and the endless sorrow.

In addition to this sorrowful distortion, there was a roar of roaring from the ear, and every roar of it represented the same savage, and chose the blood line to burst open.

"Huangquan Road, don't miss me alone!" Su Ming smirked, punched out, and smashed the body of a Wushan enemy in front of him. He also squirted a blood, turned and saw the big tree not far away. Next, blowing a distorted tribe before death.

The eyes of the tribe were bleak, but they were bright. He played the distortion, and the blood of the hand was stained on the bones, but it could not cover the voice that belongs to him. It belongs to his sorrow. His screening.

This is the distortion of his life, and finally for the tribe. This time the distortion is that he used his life to play...

Su Ming closed his eyes and regained his gaze. He suddenly smashed his eyes. He saw that in the other direction, there were three big men in the Black Mountain department in front of the North Ling. In that sigh and excitement, the forced Beiling successively retired. After that, Bei Ling’s bow was broken. There were many wounds on his body, especially at the chest. It was filled with a lot of blood. His face was pale, and he had a bone knife in his hand, with perseverance. With tragic, crazy killing.

He can't retreat. Behind him is a tribe. Although the tribe is shrouded in brilliance, he can't retreat. The closest person behind him is a woman who is crying and looking at Beiling. Looking at his trembling body, looking at his mountainous back.

This woman is dusty, she seems to be shouting something, it seems to tell this Beiling what, Su Ming is far away, he can't hear, but he can see the dusty eyes, then look to Beiling The gentleness hidden.

She likes Beiling. At this moment, she is more certain of her own ideas. She likes...he.

The tears in the corner of the eyes ran down. When she saw Beiling’s body tremble, one of the three former Montenegro smirks was approaching, and a bone knife in his hand went straight to the head of Beiling’s head like a lightning bolt. Sighed with sorrow, she... rushed out.

Bei Ling sneered, he is now exhausted and can't stand it. From last night, he has been fighting, he knows that he can't escape, and at the moment he is about to blew himself, he saw a dusty hug.

"Well, if you come, you will go with me..." Just in Beiling, you have to close your eyes, and you have to blew the blood line. Suddenly, the world roars and shakes all around, so that everyone, including the Montenegro, who is in battle, is in the heart. The sound of a shock echoed the world.

I saw a red spear, and went straight to the front of Beiling at an unbelievable speed. The spear revealed a strong savage, with a madness, turned into a A huge red sculpture that everyone can see, in the twinkling of an eye, crossed Beiling, and directly penetrated the chest of the black man in the Black Mountain, which was lifted in front of him, and slammed his body and died. The dead was nailed to the snow. At the same time, a wave of blast broke open to the eight sides, and the body of the big man burst open and became flesh and blood.

The other two people in the Black Mountain Department, who trembled, could not help but retire a few steps, each spewing blood. At the same time, a lightning-like figure suddenly jumped in and stood in front of Bei Ling, replacing it. Everything in its binocular pupil!

This scene, this back, in the moment of appearance, in the heart of Bei Ling picked up a big wave, he is familiar with this scene, in the Fengzhen tribe, he experienced this scene, he saw a person, so standing on his own In front of them, although the two people look different from each other, at the moment, in the eyes of Bei Ling, they... overlapped.

"Su... Ming..." Bei Ling looked unbelievable, he was there, he understood everything...

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I don't know if anyone has ever heard the distortion. It is a very old kind of instrument. I remember that because there are only five sounds, it sounds very sad. It just happens that the book review area can add video and I will find one for you in the book review area. in. Maybe there is better, but I didn't find it.

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