Chapter 40 Sikong
has a barbarian weapon, and it is quite easy to kill a person with the fourth level of blood clotting.
But now he is avoided by the other party, which makes him vigilant and aware of the other party's caution.
"Unfortunately, if he really had the idea of picking up my weapon, he would have died on the spot at this moment." Sikong hesitated for a moment, but he didn't know what he remembered. He carefully grabbed the spear and chased after him again.
In the mountain forest, Su Ming ran like the wind, flashing faster and faster, but the sky behind him kept chasing. At that time, the roaring spear seemed to make Su Ming unable to distance, always maintaining a gap of hundreds of feet, and going to the depths of the mountain forest.
But in fact, if Su Ming really wants to escape, with his speed and understanding of the mountains and forests, it is not difficult. However, he has no idea to distance himself. This is the second time he has seen the barbarian weapon, and with such a personal experience, he has a strong impulse for the barbarian weapon. He wants to get this thing
In the gallop, he paid attention to the sky from time to time. When he saw that the sun was getting darker and the moon appeared faintly, Su Ming's eyes flashed.
"The barbarian weapon is an extraordinary thing. He used it very simple before, and he must have a backhand. Now I can't catch up with it for a long time. If I were him, I would also consider increasing the strength of the barbarian weapon... But looking at his cautious appearance all the way, it is obvious that he will pay some What does it look like? Su Ming had a judgment in his heart.
The Sikong chase hit, and he gradually became irritable. He didn't expect the other party to be so flexible. Seeing that it was getting late, he was too far away from the tribe. And he left this time, he was secretly dispatched. He didn't want too many people to know. If he went back late, it was inevitable that it would The spear was immediately completely held in his hand for the first time.
At this moment, Su Ming, who was hundreds of feet ahead, suddenly ran and opened his mouth.
"If you chase me like this, do you really want to kill me! There is no hatred between you and me. Even if you want to kill me, give me a reason.
"Where is so much nonsense? You can break into my Oolong Department without permission. Anyone in my tribe can be killed! If I kill you, even if you are prosecuted by the Wushan Department, it is your own fault!" Si Kong sneered and held the spear fiercely, and bursts of cold feeling poured into his arm along the spear.
Sikong looked gloomy. He grabbed the black spear with his right hand in a cold hum and suddenly raised it. Immediately, the surrounding mountains and forests seemed to have countless roars in an instant. A large amount of black gas quickly permeated from the spear. After wrapping around the spear, it made the spear look like a black oolong!
The oolong has countless claws and a long beard, which looks extremely ferocious!
"No matter who you are, you will definitely die today!" Sikong smiled ferociously and his face was slightly pale. Obviously, it was a great burden for him to use the power of this spear. He took the spear and was about to throw it at Su Ming when Su Ming suddenly opened his mouth.
"It's because I saved Bai Ling!" Su Ming suddenly opened his mouth.
When Sikong heard the name, he had a slight pause, but at the moment of his meal, he saw the speed of escaping in front of him. He suddenly paused and turned around and looked at himself. His right hand was also raised and waved at him fiercely.
An unprecedented crisis emerged in Sikong's heart. His pupils suddenly shrank, and his face changed in an instant. He was about to throw out the spear in his hand, but his body was a sudden shock, as if there was a wind on his face, as if there was a dazzling light. He looked at the standing there Su Ming's eyes have the shadow of the blood moon.
The shadow of the bloody moon has become everything in his eyes now. He suddenly had a sharp pain in his whole body and spewed out a mouthful of blood. With confusion, puzzlement and strangeness in his eyes, his body trembled and fell to the snow.
With his fall, the spear in his hand, which had not yet been thrown into an oolong, gradually dissipated all the black gas, turned into an ordinary thing, and fell aside.
There was blood scattered all over his body, soaked in the snow, and it could be faintly seen that there was a silver thread wrapped around his body, deeply immersed in his flesh and blood, as if he could break his whole body with one more force.
He didn't die, he was breathing, he just fell into a coma in the sudden pain.
Su Ming's heart pounded, and he looked at the spear with lingering fear. The scene that this thing had been performed by the other party before made Su Ming feel life and death.
"Fate with people, don't be distracted, don't hesitate, if you can kill with the fastest blow, you can't hesitate to keep it until the end." Su Ming muttered, remembering this.
"He has a barbarian weapon. I won this battle!" Su Ming squatted down and looked at the unconscious Sikong. After hesitating for a moment, he bandaged his wound. He didn't want the other party to die and didn't want to cause trouble for the tribe. According to his judgment, the other party would soon wake up.
Then his eyes were fanatical. He looked at the black spear beside him, looked carefully, and gradually saw some clues. In many places on the spear, there were some small thorns that were difficult to see if he hadn't carefully observed!
Su Ming looked at it for a long time, carefully grasped the only thornless part of the spear, and left quickly.
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