Chapter 102 Mountain Traces

Su Ming stood in the tribe that had become a ruin and looked at the crying man. His words did not get an answer. This man was the trace of the mountain. He knelt in the center of the tribe with tears. His expression showed pain, and there was complexity, guilt and sadness inside.

Su Ming was silent. He did not take action, as if waiting for the answer of the mountain trace.

For a long time, when the cold wind continued to blow across the ground and turned, making the debris scattered by the tribe fly around, the mountain trace stopped crying. He slowly stood up and looked back at Su Ming.

Those eyes, full of blood, are tired.

The familiar eyes seem to have become a stranger at this moment. This familiar person has now become a traitor to Wushan. If it hadn't been for him, the death and injury of the tribe would never have been so tragic.

"It was you who told the Ministry of Montenegro the route of our relocation." Su Ming looked at the mountain marks, looked sad and walked over.

"When I came back, you were outside to clear the Montenegrins around you. At that time, you were scattered. No one noticed your trace. You did not kill the Montenegrins in your area, but revealed the whereabouts of the tribe." Su Ming continued to walk.

Shanhen's face was pale, and he staggered back a few steps with a tragic smile, as if he did not dare to face Su Ming's questioning.

"That trap, we have killed a lot of people..."

"Since then, you have been forbearable until at the most critical time, I, Lei Chen, Grandpa Nansong and you stayed, and then you took action to hit Grandpa Nansong hard and disrupt the layout...

Do you really want to see the Black Mountain chasing and slaughtering the people..." Su Ming stepped in his footsteps and said hoarsely.

Shanhen looked more painful and took a few steps back again.

"I have two puzzles. One is to betray the tribe. What are you for? Second, you don't let Beiling and his father choose to stay before, because you are not sure that these people can resist the footsteps of the Black Mountain patriarch after hitting Grandpa Nansong hard, or because you found your conscience at that time. Su Ming shook his body and directly approached the mountain mark within 20 feet.

"Sing me, why!"

"Don't say it!!" Shanhen's face was pale and he roared loudly. His pain and sadness also burst out at this moment. He stepped back a few steps and stared at Su Ming.

"Don't... say it! No reason, no!" The mountain trace shed tears, and his right hand was raised, and there was a flash of blood in his hand, like a light around his arm, pointing to Su Ming.

"Whlong to Su Ming or Mo Su, get out of here. I can't die yet. After giving me ten years, I will judge myself here.

If you continue to pester, don't blame me for not thinking about the feelings of the people!" The indifference of the past is no longer there. At this moment, he is like a roaring beast, and he is about to leave the tribe.

"You have even chosen to betray the clan. What kind of people do you mention? When you hurt Grandpa Nansong, have you ever thought that if we all died there and were chased by the pursuers, what was waiting for them!!" Su Ming suddenly gritted his teeth, held the streaked spear in his right hand, and went straight to the mountain marks.

Su Mingzhi turned into the bloody long rainbow, with countless moonlight silk threads floating behind him. In an instant, near the mountain marks, the roar suddenly rose in this once beautiful tribe.

The roar of the mountain scar roared and the moonlight of his right hand suddenly turned into a bloody knife, touching the spear to form an impact and spread around.

"Blood Dust!" Shanhen retreated a few steps, and his pale face spewed out blood. His blood immediately thmumbled in the air and only turned into a blood fog, and went straight to Su Ming.

Its cultivation is profound, and this black blood dust technique is far from comparable to Su Ming. As soon as this technique comes out, it suddenly permeates the range of several feet around. Once it falls on Su Ming, it will pass through the body like a sharp arrow. However, the blood fog in the sky with the power of penetration. At the moment when Su Ming Today is the full moon night, and today is the full moon night!

The countless moonlight filaments floating behind Su Ming rolled upside down in an instant, almost at the moment when the blood fog came. These moonlight threads condensed together in front of Su Ming, forming a silk curtain of light, which touched the blood fog.

With a loud bang, Su Ming's body trembled, and the moonlight lines in front of him were broken inch by inch, but the blood fog was also swept by like a strong wind, and the smoke dissipated.

At the same time, the corners of the mountain mark's mouth overflowed with blood, and his body retreated several feet in a row. He jumped up suddenly and no longer fought, but wanted to gallop away from here.

How could Su Ming let him go? He shook his body and suddenly chased him, but as soon as he approached, the mountain mark turned around fiercely, showing pain in his eyes, and at the same time, he was more murderous.

"Su Ming, this is what you forced me to do!" Shanhen roared, but he saw the blood knife in his hand suddenly raised. In an instant, a knife-shaped barbaric pattern immediately appeared on his face. This was his barbaric pattern!

While the barbarian pattern appeared, behind the mountain mark, like nothingness and twist, a big red knife suddenly turned out. As one knife fell, the shadow of the big red knife passed through his body, with a magnificent murderous intention, and went straight to Su Ming and cut it off.

This knife is amazing. It is the strongest blow of Shanhen, the leader of the Wushan hunting team! There are many people and beasts who died under his knife!??

beside Su Ming, the large amount of moonlight suddenly turned into silk threads and wrapped around the knife, but at the moment of touching the shadow of the knife, it was broken.

Seeing that the knife was about to fall, Su Ming's eyes were filled with flames, as if the pupils of his eyes had been ignited. At the same time as the flame appeared, the qi and blood in Su Ming's body immediately felt burning, as if there was a fire in his body that wanted to burn the world!

On this full moon night, the fire was stronger than any other day before. Su Ming did not roar, but in the burning of his eyes, his right hand raised and pressed his palm on the oncoming blood knife.

At this moment, the flame burst out, and after covering his body, he seemed to form a huge flame man on his body. The flame man took a breath at the full moon in the sky. At this moment, it seemed that the moonlight between heaven and earth had been sucked by it, making the surroundings suddenly dark.

"Fire!" Su Ming said softly. On the way to the pursuit, he had already felt the fire in his body under the full moon. It seemed that as long as his mind moved, the fire would burst out.

But I saw that the flame giant suddenly hit the coming blood knife with the palm of Su Ming's right hand. In the process of hitting, his figure was no longer like a human, but turned into a sea of fire and burned away.

The roar was earth-shaking at this moment. The sea of fire and the blood knife collapsed at the same time. The mountain scar looked unbelievable and spewed blood. He was seriously injured, and now he couldn't bear it. Under his body, he spewed blood in mid-air again and staggered away.

The corners of Su Ming's mouth overflowed with blood. The blood fell into the snow on the ground, which immediately made the snow seem to have a flame burning. Suddenly, a large area melted. Seeing that the mountain scar was about to escape, Su Ming suddenly took a step forward, and the scale-blooded spear in his hand went forward fiercely.

whistling back and forth, the scale-blooded spear turned into a blood-colored eagle and landed in front of the mountain scar's escape, making a loud bang, setting off an impact, which made the mountain scar's body stop.

At the same time of his meal, Su Ming stepped on the earth, and immediately on the snow beside him, a stone dagger left by the clan moved was bounced up. As soon as he grasped it in his hand, his body went away in an instant, blinked close to the mountain mark, and stabbed it with a knife.

"I can't die!" The mountain trace looked ferocious. At the moment Su Ming's knife stabbed, the weak red light flashed on the five fingers of his right hand, which also turned into a red knife. Almost at the same time, both of them stabbed into each other's bodies.

"Give me ten years, just ten years!!" The mountain mark gasped and roared in the pain of the body.

"When I was a child, you were the elder I admired very much. I know that your indifference has to be done, because you have a great responsibility. You have to protect the tribe. The tribe needs to be as kind as Peng Shou and a cold person.

So, you chose to be cold... The knife you stabbed me is to thank you for the protection of the tribe.

"But I will never forgive you. Under your betrayal, those people who died will not forgive you!" Su Ming spit out blood from the corners of his mouth and pressed against the body of the mountain mark. The stone knife in his right hand was suddenly pulled out and stabbed in again.

"This knife was given to you by the dead old people in the tribe."

"This knife was given to you by the tribe to protect the non-waste people who died from the patriarch." Su Ming whispered in Shanhen's ear and stabbed him again.

"This knife is Ula's."

"This knife is for the willow flute." Su Ming kept stabbing with tears in his eyes and sadness. Every time he fell, he made the mountain marks leaning against his body tremble, and the blood at the corners of his mouth kept flowing with tears, and the pain was full of wounds.

"This knife is Grandpa Nansong's." Su Ming looked at the ruins of the tribe and held the mountain marks to prevent him from falling down. He pushed his body forward and rushed forward. The knife of his right hand stabbed out again. With his push, a line of shocking blood stains flowed on the snow under their feet, until Su Ming pushed the mountain mark and touched a huge tree that was not seriously damaged around On the fence.

With a bang, at the same time as the fence shook, Su Ming stabbed again.

"This knife is my grandfather's."

"This knife is mine." Su Ming whispered and pierced the stone dagger in his hand deeply into the heart of the mountain scar. The mountain scar fell on Su Ming's body, his body kept twitching, and the light in his eyes gradually faded.

There was silence around. In the whole tribe, there were only two of them, as if to hug each other. Su Ming closed his eyes. After a long time, he gently withdrew a few steps. The body of the mountain scar fell to the ground. His eyes were out of light, as if he could not see Su Ming's existence His right hand took out a bone in his chest.

It was a very small bone. It looked like a baby's leg bone, grasping the small bone, with tears in the eyes of the mountain trace.

In those tears, he lost his breath and lost his life.

I'm writing very slowly today. I'm writing the third chapter. I'll do my best. To be continued.