Chapter 271 This is my creation

The back standing in front of him, wearing purple clothes, the familiar clothes, and the familiar breath, made Su Ming's heart shocked. A feeling like seeing his relatives suddenly echoed in his body and mind.

With the exit of Master Eryu, Tian Xiezi turned around. Although his expression was still gloomy, the corners of his mouth smiled.

"You have suffered." There was admiration in the eyes of the evil son of heaven, and he spoke softly.

Su Ming took a deep breath. He thought that he might meet the master again after many years, or he would never see it again, but he didn't expect that the evil son of heaven appeared here outside the dragon witch.

"Master..." Su Ming touched the scars on his mouth and shook his head.

"Do what you think should be done. I'll wait for you here. Let's... go home together." The evil son of heaven looked at Su Ming, and the appreciation in his eyes was even stronger.

Su Ming was silent for a moment and held his fist at the evil son of heaven. He did not stop and went straight to the dragon witch department behind the evil son of heaven.

Tian Xiezi looked at Su Ming's six shadows, looking forward to it.

"Lao Si, how will you choose..." Tianxie muttered. With Su Ming's galloping, a huge village appeared in front of him. There were countless giant wooden ancestral cities around the fences, and bursts of laughter came from it. In the voice, there were old people, children, women, and some. Warriors of the witch clan.

The sound made Su Ming's footsteps slow. He looked at the village. Although he could not see it, he could feel the happiness of the people in the village.

"If I was captured by the old witch, when he returned to this stockade, the laughter might be more..." Su Ming sighed. He didn't know if what he was going to do next was correct, but he knew that he had tasted the price of softness in this land of the law of the jungle.

Su Ming was silent and walked towards the stockade step by step. At the moment he approached the stockade for hundreds of feet, a sharp roar immediately came from the stockade.

The roaring sound, like a warning, when the department was circling in the stockade, four figures rushed out of the stockade. At the moment they saw Su Ming, their look suddenly changed.

These four people, Su Ming, are familiar with them. It was under his strongest blow that they were saved by the witch old man and saved from death!

At the moment of seeing these four people, Su Ming's eyes were murderous. His body suddenly jumped up, and the blue light sword in his eyebrows flashed, turning into a green rainbow and leaving his body was as fast as lightning. At the moment when the four people approached, a bell suddenly swirled from Su Ming's body.

The bell sounded like a death knell, forming a ripple diffusion of Si Shi, and the blue light flashed. The little sword penetrated directly through the chest of one of them at a thunderous speed, bringing a cavity of blood and screaming Si Shi, and opened the curtain of this killing.

A moment later, four bodies fell on the ground outside the stockade. Su Ming's body was stained with blood. He walked calmly. In the moment of silence in the stockade, he cut the gate of the stockade with a sword.

With a loud bang, the gate immediately collapsed and turned into countless fragments to roll inward, lifting a lot of dust. Su Ming walked into the stockade.

At the moment he entered, five figures galloped in and fought with Su Ming in the dust.

The roar continued, and Su Ming's body did not stop at all. At the moment of contact with these five people, his whole body was surrounded by black air. The god transformed his armor and abruptly resisted the opponent's attack. At this time, the blue light flashed, and the thunder and lightning spread. When Su Ming walked through the dust Five bodies fell behind him.

Almost all these five people died. When Su Ming walked into the stockade, nearly a hundred arrows breathed, but a few feet outside Su Ming's body, they paused one by one and burst into pieces.

This arrow was not shot from the hands of witch soldiers, but from the ordinary people in this stockade. Those ordinary people, with blood-red eyes of hatred, stared at Su Ming. Even if the arrows were broken, more arrows came from their eyes again. Su Ming not only saw the hatred, but also It is to see a sense of immortality.

At this moment, with a low roar, he saw a big man coming out of a leather tent in the stockade. The big man's half-length ** stepped on the ground and went straight to Su Ming. Then, more than a dozen witch soldiers galloped from all corners of the stockade and rushed to Su Ming.

Su Ming was silent, closed his eyes, and raised his right hand to make a stroke. This stroke was like Tianwei. At the moment of the stroke, the head of the man trembled, and his whole body was immediately torn apart, and his head was thrown up.

The rest of the people were all under the stroke of Su Ming's closed eyes. In the sad sound, they fell from the sky and died in the sound of bombardment.

Su Ming opened his eyes and swept away the stockade. This is not a big stockade. There are many leather tents, hundreds of men and women, staring at him silently, revealing the deep hatred of the sea of blood. Such a look made Su Ming's heart sting.

In this look, there are old people, children, and women...

Many of them were still there, knowing that it was impossible, but they kept shooting arrows day by day. The arrows broke again and again, which could not stop Su Ming from walking forward calmly. His divine consciousness dispersed and enveloped the whole tribe. After sweeping around, his right hand was raised, and the little blue-light sword roared. He went straight to several leather tents, penetrated one by one, and came back with blood.

Wherever it goes, it is where the witch warriors are, but this person is in a coma due to serious injury and can't go out.

When the blue light sword returned to Su Ming, there were no soldiers in the whole little lizard witch clan, and the remaining hundreds of people were all ordinary people.

Although they are ordinary people, those desperate eyes and the arrows shot all reveal a wave of madness towards Su Ming.

The sound of crying came faintly. It was the woman's crying, the fear of some children, and more, tears without sound, flowing from the corners of the eyes of the people around them in the dead bodies of witch warriors.

Su Ming looked at this person silently. He understood the hatred in this person's eyes. However, if Su Ming did not come in this way, but was captured and trampled on the ground by the old witch and refined him into a witch kui, there would be no one in this person who cast a sentimental gaze, but a cruel excitement, and The cheers.

This is the sadness of people who are not "sentiful" in a war of the population.

Either, don't participate or... have to bear this sadness.

The arrow did not stop, especially a teenager. His eyes were red, and his left hand had been broken by the bow string. With fresh blood, he seemed not to know the pain. He gritted his teeth, pulled the bow again and again, and shot the arrow despite the arrow, which could not hurt the enemy he wanted to kill.

Su Ming's eyes finally fell on the teenager.

He looked at the teenager and walked step by step. When the teenager saw Su Ming coming, he roared and rushed to Su Ming with a bow and arrow. His face showed a determination to die. It was a kind of madness to bite the enemy even if he died.

But when he rushed to Su Ming's side, it was under Su Ming's eyes, and his body couldn't help but pause. The majesty in his eyes made him control his body and could only pause in front of him.

Tears flowed out of his eyes, and there was madness and hatred in his tears...

Su Ming looked at the teenager, raised his right hand, and wiped the tears off his cheeks.

"Originally, it wouldn't be like this..." Su Ming said softly.

"I saved you and killed the snake... You and I have no hatred..."

The teenager stared at Su Ming, and the hatred in his eyes turned into resentment.

"Why do you want to report... Just because I'm a barbarian, are you a witch..." Su Ming looked at the teenager and wiped the tears from the other corner of his eyes.

"My soft heart made me pay a deep price... This is because I was wrong, and I have to accept this unforgettable mistake.

You are the same, because you are wrong. Su Ming said calmly.

The teenager's body trembled, his eyes were confused, and there were more tears. In his eyes, Su Ming saw a trace of regret.

"Originally, it wouldn't be like this..." Su Ming looked at the little boy, turned around, and walked step by step towards the collapsed gate of the village. When he walked out of the gate of the village, he heard a sad roar of the teenager behind him.

In that roar, there is hatred, madness, and deep regret...

Su Ming did not look back. He walked out of the stockade, walked into the jungle, and walked to the side of Tianxiezi.

"Master, go home..." Su Ming's voice was tired.

"I thought you chose to come back here to slaughter this department." The evil son of heaven looked at Su Ming with a calm look.

"I felt the breath of the master in him." Su Ming was silent for a moment. Instead of looking at the evil son of heaven, he looked at the direction of the Tianlan barrier and opened his mouth tiredly.

"I woke it up. This is the witch clan. It has a deep blood feud with our barbarian. If you still don't understand, in the battle of Tianlan witch hunting, you will pay such a price with your life." The evil son of heaven closed his eyes and said slowly.

Su Ming was silent.

"It's a praise to chase and kill Sichen and take his head with the power of one person!"

"The jungle was attacked, and in the face of more than a dozen witches, I was calm and killed them. This is a praise!"

"If you meet the strong, the strongest blow will open the sky. If you don't love the war, you will know how to escape. This is a praise!"

"Dues, you don't need to run away with brute force, review the situation and turn around to fight, don't be afraid of strength, this is a praise!"

"In cooperation with the white belt, you can realize your own first style, which is a big saving!"

"But, I'm kind-hearted. It's wrong to let go of the teenager for the first time!"

"Knowing everything, I came back here, but I still let the teenager go. This is... a big mistake! I'm your master. I'll correct your mistakes for you!" The evil son of heaven turned around and was about to go to the witch tribe.

"Master!" Su Ming looked at the evil son of heaven. Although he looked tired, his eyes were calm.

"This is my creation..."

The evil son of heaven paused.

I wish you all a happy Dragon Boat Festival, eat more rice dumplings, and remember to help me eat a small one, hehe.