Chapter 238 Copy
Two completely different people, two completely different names, two completely different lives.
Just like two lines that will never have contacts, even if they go in one direction, they will never touch. This is, Su Ming and Sima Xin before the battle of Tianhanzong.
Even when the two just took action, even outsiders saw the strange similarity, which never existed. But with the action of the two, gradually, it can be said that the two of them only found this in the end.
The watchers around saw the continuation of this battle, the similar feeling became stronger and stronger.
One is thunder and lightning, and the other is ice, which looks different, but one is swimming with lightning all over the body, and the other is surrounded by ice and snow outside the body. Maybe it's not similar just like this, but then, when the cyan sword touched the ice gun, the black armor of the god and the crystal ice armor appeared one by one, this similar feeling had already sprouted.
Until Sima Xin took out the round bottle and released the wolf transformed by the soul of the weapon, which was very rare and extremely human, Su Ming's body [body], and the moment the wind flew out, this similar feeling reached a certain height in an instant.
The peak of this higher similarity is that when Su Ming finally took out the spirit scattered and Sima Xin released the strange stick worm in his mouth, in the face of these two different laws, the two had a similar look and breath. At that moment, it seemed that all the previous similarities were fused together and completely burst out, causing Then even outsiders can detect it... similar!
The bell echoed all around. At this moment, the dark stick worm, which was only the size of a finger, rolled back and retreated, but its speed was obviously much slower, and there was a swaying swing. It seemed that the impact just now. Because of its speed was too fast, because of the echo of the Handan Mountain Clock, it raised
Looking at the rewind of the stick worm, it seemed to recover after only a few breaths of time. This scene moved Su Ming. He suppressed other feelings. He knew the power of the Handan Mountain Clock, especially such a impact. That kind of rebound, even he could not bear it, but this strange snake recovered so quickly. Signs.
Su Ming's eyes flashed, and he knew that the snake could not be restored. Otherwise, this thing alone could have a great impact on him. Almost the moment the little snake retreated, Su Ming raised his right hand and pointed to the little snake. At the same time, he took a big step forward.
This step fell, and his body immediately stood above the retreating little snake. Then in Su Ming's hand, the Hanshan clock turned like a bell, like a huge cover, and went straight to the little snake to cover it directly.
Sima Xin in the distance, under the power of the spiritual dispersion, had to cut off part of the blood shadow transformed by his qi and blood. At this moment, his face was pale. Although he did not spit out blood like Su Ming, he was obviously weak. However, seeing Su Ming's behavior, Sima Xin immediately showed anger in his eyes.
He galloped forward, and there was a low roar from his mouth. His right hand walked to the back void and grabbed it. Immediately, the colorful mountain that had been floating in the distance, suddenly burst into a dazzling colorful light. The girl on the colorful mountain quickly flew up and retreated in the exclamation, and there was a floating ribbon under her feet,
So far with Su Ming, Sima Xin has finally used his strongest magic weapon, Colorful Mountain!
"Su Ming, you dare to touch my snake!" Sima Xin looked ferocious, and his right hand grasped the void. In the light of the colorful mountain, the red light suddenly lit up from other colorful lights, as if invited out of the colorful light. As its light shined, the colorful mountain seemed to have only this color.
"Barbarian change, colorful refining, red style!" The blue veins on Sima Xin's face bulged, and his body turned red in an instant, especially the right hand. At this moment, his five claws were bent, and the red demon was extremely different. He grabbed the colorful mountain that floated by red light and grabbed it from the air.
Under this grasp, the red light of the colorful mountain immediately became bright and dark like a fog boiling. Suddenly, the mountain buzzed, and a large area of red light looked far away. If it was directly sucked away by Sima Xin's right hand, a large amount condensed in Sima Xin's right hand and suddenly turned into a red sword.
The sword was seven feet long, and its whole body was stained with blood, revealing an amazing sadness. It was held by Sima Xin in his hand and slashed at Su Ming!
Under this cut, there seemed to be a darkness in the world around, and a depression suddenly spread. The people around them even had a sense of suffocation at this moment, like the new fall of this sword, sucking away all the breath of this place.
A sadness that is enough to affect emotions, with this sword, permeates all directions.
"I didn't do anything before I was born..." A sad word muttered from Sima Xin, who danced the sword, and his expression seemed to melt with the sword. One sentence, one sword!
At the moment when the sword fell, Han Cangzi's face on the third peak was immediately pale, and the goose-egg-shaped woman next to him also took a deep breath. He actually exerted a barbaric change!"
On the fourth peak, Zuo Jiao, who was wearing a red robe, narrowed his eyes when he saw this scene.
"It seems that he has understood the first style of this barbarian change."
Anyone who understands what the meaning of this sword represents at each peak is all staring away at this moment. On the ninth peak, the evil son of heaven has an extra gourd in his hand. He took a sip at the mouth, shook his head, and despised in his eyes.
"Barbarian change... It is also suitable to change this Yu! One day, the world will see what is the real barbarian change! However, this magic power was displayed by Sima boy, and there were also some changes that belonged to him himself..." Tian Xiezi did not seem to care how Su Ming faced the amazing sword at this moment, but drank wine and said words that others could not hear except himself.
It seems that he is confident that Su Ming can resist this sword!
Also on the ninth peak, the second brother, who bent down and continued to plant a few huā grass on the ice, held the right hand of huā grass and looked up at the world in the distance.
"Little brother, this is a rare opportunity... barbarian change... created by Tianhan Sect, the strongest skill! The world's paintings are first copied, and then they can be created by themselves. The second brother stared at the distance and muttered to himself.
Under the Heavenly Gate, in the center of the nine peaks of the Hanzong of the earth, the battle between Su Ming and Sima Xin has already attracted the attention of more people around him, especially when Sima Xin launched a barbaric change, pulled out the red light from the colorful mountain, and turned into a blood-stained sword to cut off Peak.
A sword is red, with a strange sound between the roaring, like countless people crying in a sad voice, the sound condensed together, and it becomes the red sword, when breaking through the sky, the sound comes out.
Su Ming's expression is calm, revealing a sense of solemnity. He has known Sima Xin's strength for a long time. Although he is now different from the original, there is still some distance from Sima Xin.
Among other things, the current Sima Xin's sword alone makes Su Ming feel irresistible. The sentence that Sima Xin muttered echoed in his ear, which blends with the sword. This sword seems to contain a change in heaven and earth, a change that far exceeds Su Ming's understanding.
It is this kind of change that turns decay into magic, turning this ordinary sword chopping action into Su Ming's irresistible now.
Not to mention the sword itself, it is also the treasure of Sima Xin's colorful mountain. It itself has great power. Together with this barbarian god's magic power, the power formed, under Su Ming's analysis, this sword is enough to kill all the barbarians under the bones.
Even for the strong man who sacrifices the bone, it is difficult to resist in the face of this sword, but Su Ming's cultivation is not a sacrifice to the bone, which can only be analyzed and cannot be determined.
At the moment when the sword came, Su Ming's eyes were calm. He knew that only the Handan clock might be able to fight against this sword, but if he fought with the Handan clock at this moment, he could not cover the stick worm that was about to recover.
If the stick worm recovers speed and wake up, then the battle will be completely passive for Su Ming. But if he doesn't let go of the stick worm, in the face of Sima Xin's sword, Su Ming's pupils contracted. He sighed and was about to choose to give up the stick worm that made him feel very The light in his eyes moved.
He looked at the sword cut in the sky. The speed of the sword was strangely slow. This kind of slow, extremely sudden, and more strange. The slowness of the sword seemed to be unnoticed by the people around him. When Su Ming subconsciously looked around, he suddenly found that all the world around him was slow at the same time. Slow down.
It seems that there is a force coming silently, controlling the flow of time here at this moment.
"This is created by a teacher. After a certain degree of creation, there is a kind of change produced by different cultivation." It is similar to the boundary space, but it is different. In the eyes of outsiders, it is a momentary thing, but in your current state, it can be much slower.
You have enough time to remember this sword and feel the changes in this sword... Find it out, and then openly pick up Sima Xiao's sword.
Su Ming looked a little strange. He looked at the people around him who had been slowed down countless times, and watched the red sword emit red light in the air, and then slowly cut it down.
He doesn't know how the evil son of heaven did it, but it takes a lot of courage to do so with the attention of many people in this Hanzong.
For the master's kindness, Su Ming's heart is warmer, and for the ninth peak, the feeling of home is also more.
He knew that this moment was not the time to sigh. Looking at the red sword slowly cut down by the sky, Su Ming's eyes gradually became empty... His right hand was raised, and his index finger was a pen, as if to outline the trajectory of the sword.