Chapter 89 The past, let's go

He understood that in the Fengzhen tribe, the person who appeared in front of him in the same way was Su Ming.

He understood that in the residence of the Wushan part of Fengzhen Mudishi City, when he came back with fatigue at night, when he looked at the blood of his own eyebrows floating in the room, he was surprised and guessed that the people were also... Su Ming!

At this moment, he also looked at Su Ming's back standing in front of him. In a trance, on Su Ming's body, he seemed to see the figure returning from the first level of the big test. The figure that attracted everyone's attention was so familiar at this moment. He understood that... was also Su Ming!

All these thoughts, at this moment, like countless thunderbolt in Beiling's brain, seemed to turn into a large number of lightning to penetrate his mind, making his body tremble and dare not believe all this. It was hard for him to believe. Su Ming did not know when he had such a cultivation, and he was silent to the extent that he let himself look .

In his memory, this is the person he has always been hated by him, despised by him from the heart, and even Su Ming, who is always indifferent to each other. Now, Bei Ling's heart is complicated.

The degree of complexity made him seem to forget that he is still on the battlefield, that he is fighting, and everything, and his mind is blank and confused.

"Why is it like this..." Bei Ling muttered. Chen Xin beside him hugged him tightly, with tears in her eyes. There was no Su Ming in her eyes, but Bei Ling's pale face now still had the previous moment, and she did not retreat half a step back like a mountain.

All this is slow, but in fact, it was almost the moment when Su Ming's spear fell on the earth and set off a roar. At the moment when the big man who raised the knife collapsed, Su Ming took a step forward. His speed was so fast that he turned into a remnant and went straight to the person who was swept by the air wave on the left Xun, the cultivation is only the fifth level of blood clotting.

As soon as he stepped back a few steps, he immediately saw a flower in front of his eyes. His pupils contracted suddenly and he was about to step back. A strong crisis suddenly came to his whole body, but Su Ming's speed was too fast. Before this man could retreat again, he was approaching in an instant with a roar of breaking the air. The Killing, without fists, but with his body, he bumped into the chest of the Montenegrin man.

The sound of click was crisp and swirling. The black man's mouth overflowed with blood, and his back suddenly burst, but his body could not bear the powerful power from Su Ming. Suddenly, his bones were broken, and his body was thrown back. He died before he fell to the ground.

The hatred in Su Ming's eyes not only did not decrease, but also became stronger. He hated everyone in the Black Mountain. At this moment, he suddenly turned around and stared at the last of the three Black Mountain barbarians who wanted to kill Beiling not far away.

This man is burly, but he is not tall. The ferocious smile and excited eyes when he was chasing Bei Ling before suddenly changed at this moment, and his smile turned into horror. The eyes contained fear. He watched Su Ming in a way that shocked him. He killed a person with a spear, and he hit himself again. One person.

The clean and neat scene gave the big man a cruel and crazy feeling. His heart pounded. When Su Ming looked at him, he immediately screamed in fear and retreated desperately. He was afraid. When he felt that at this moment, Su Ming was definitely the leader of the Wushan Department. Such a person, no He can resist.

But in less than three steps, the big man retreated, and a sharp roar rose, but he saw an arrow coming from a distance. The arrow could penetrate the nothingness, and came in an instant. A stream of blood came out of the big man's neck, directly penetrated it, fell on the big tree beside him, and With a bang, it made the big tree tremble.

The big man held his neck, the blood kept flowing out, his eyes were dark, and he fell to the ground. The body was sometimes trampled by the people of the two races who were killed around.

The lookout in the distance quickly withdrew his eyes looking here with fatigue, and continued to fight with his enemy, the leader of the eighth layer of the blood clotting of the Black Mountain Department.

Su Ming walked to Beiling, stopped in front of him, grabbed the scaly-blooded spear that pierced the snow, pulled it out fiercely, and his eyes flashed. When he was about to find the Black Mountain tribe to continue killing, the sound of Beiling's complex hesitation came to his ear.

"Thank you..." The sound mixed with the fight of the war and the sobbing song seemed very weak. Su Ming didn't seem to hear it. After pulling out the spear, he walked forward, but he took a few steps, but it was a little bit.

"In the past, just go... For the sake of Chenxin, you have to live well..." Su Ming opened his mouth, took a step forward, and went straight to the crowd not far away.

Almost at the moment when Su Ming galloped forward, an indifferent look suddenly looked at Su Ming from the fence in the distance. He was a man in a thick hemp shirt. He looked about forty years old. His body was extremely strong and looked like an iron tower. His body was full of blood, but almost all of them were It is a barbarian belonging to the Wushan Department.

The power of qi and blood in his body is magnificent. It seems that it has reached the eighth level of blood clotting. Ye Wang, who once fought with Su Ming, seems to be almost the same.

At the moment he looked at Su Ming, the man raised his right hand. In his hand, there was a long bone knife in his hand. When the knife fell, the head of a Wushan tribe man who was fighting around him was cut off.

Before the blood line of that clan could even explode, his head was in a different place. His head was grabbed by this man and thrown directly at Su Ming, who was looking at him.

The head fell at Su Ming's feet with blood. The blood stained the snow, which made the snow melt quickly and became blood.

Su Ming paused, his bloody eyes looked up, and staggered with the big man in this battlefield, across the crowd. Su Ming saw the cruelty and coldness in the big man's eyes, and the big man also saw the madness and murder in Su Ming's eyes.

The eyes of the two, at the moment of contact, the big man moved. His body shook, and his whole body jumped up and went straight to Su Ming. Su Ming stepped on the earth with his right foot, and his body also jumped up quickly and rushed to the big man!

This big man can wear thick linen clothes instead of animal skins. Obviously, he has a high status in the Black Mountain Department. If he can kill such a person, it will definitely hit the morale of the Black Mountain Department.

When the big man moved, because of his different identities, he immediately attracted the attention of many Montenegrin tribes in the battle here. It seemed to have been driven by the momentum, and one by one, he rushed to kill.

Seeing that the two were getting closer and closer, in an instant, they suddenly condensed together and launched a fierce battle of life and death.

But at this time, in front of the Wushan crowd, the Wushan patriarch spewed out blood, his face was pale, and his body retreated, but he saw in front of him. Most of the Black Mountain died, but there was a big man in black like the two people who fought with A bus before, suddenly appeared, His amazing cultivation shocked and forced the Wushan patriarch to retreat in one fell swoop.

The big man in black had dull eyes, but he was bloodthirsty. He strode and took the two Black Mountain barbarians who followed him straight to the retreating patriarch. It seemed that he was going to bombard the injured patriarch in one fell swoop. Around the patriarch, the clan barbarians who had followed him before had died one by one in the previous battle. At this moment, he was the only one in front of the crowd.

At the time of this crisis, it seemed that the head of the Wushan tribe could not avoid the juncture of life and death. In the anger and sadness of the crowd behind him, there was a man who suddenly rushed out of the crowd. This man was an old man. He was Nansong of the Wushan Department!

The moment he walked out, he seemed to sigh and stepped on the earth with his right foot. There was no too strong sound, but the big man in black chasing the head of Wushan in front of him suddenly shook his body, as if he was staggering under his feet. At the same time, Nansong walked out and landed in front of the big man With one punch, the pace of his pursuit was stopped. The two of them fought together in front of this ethnic group.

But next to the big man in black, there were two Montenegrin barbarians, one of whom was the head of the Black Mountain with a big bow. Although the man was horightened by the arrival of Nansong, the man in black was there. He gritted his teeth and jumped, chasing the Wushan patriarch. His eyes showed cruelty and Imagine that if he kills the Wushan patriarch and takes his head, he will make great contributions in the tribe.

The patriarch of Wushan laughed miserably. He was still a few feet away from the crowd protected by light behind him, but now, he understands that he can't go back.

But he has no regrets in his eyes, only reluctance. He does not regret his death in battle. As a patriarch, it is his glory to die for the tribe, but he is reluctant... He is reluctant to leave the tribe so soon. He has not taken the people to a safe place...

The crisis of the patriarch here was seen by Su Ming and seen by many people, but in the ferociousness of the Black Mountain Department, no one could rush there. After all, it was the life and death of the Wushan patriarch. The Black Mountain Department also excitedly entangled for this, trapping every barbarian in the Wushan Department.

Su Ming wanted to rush there, but the big man in thick linen clothes in the Black Mountain stopped him with a sneer, which made Su Ming unable to pass at all, and he didn't even have a chance to throw a spear.

At this time of crisis, at this moment when the Wushan tribe seems to be unable to avoid this moment of life and death, the ordinary Wushan people protected by light, in the front, the closest to the patriarch, there are more than a dozen young people.

These young people tremble one by one. They are a group of people who eat and wait to die in the tribe. They do not have a barbarian body, let alone a strong body. They are often leisurely when the clans work, because there have been barbarians who died in battle in their homes, which makes them feel that they have something special. No matter what they do, as long as they do not betray the tribe, they will go on like this for the rest of their lives.

They did not forget the glory at home, but did not choose to inherit the glory, but chose to give themselves a reason to be lazy and domineering under the protection of this glory.

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