Pursuit of the Truth Chapter 239: Preliminary painting
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One stroke at a time. Every time the right hand of Su Ming is raised, and the index finger is drawn, the void in front of him will disappear like a layer of barrier.
I do n’t know how long it has passed. Su Ming ’s movement to draw the sword like a copy, from the beginning quickly, gradually slowed down.
One stroke at a time. As time goes by, Su Ming does not know how many strokes he has drawn, and how many copying swords he has drawn.
Although he does n’t know the specifics, he knows that each stroke he draws looks the same, but in fact it is different. If he draws a thousand strokes, the thousand strokes are different, If he draws 10,000 strokes, then 10,000 strokes are different!
But he never found the kind of grief that Sima Xin exuded when he wielded this sword, which seemed impossible to blend in with this painting.
The rule contained in this sword makes the Su Ming want to draw, the more it changes, seems to be inorganic, and it is difficult to fully understand it. Under the right index finger as a pen, draw it completely. .
He knows that it is difficult for him to fully understand the energy of heaven and earth contained in this sword in a short time, so he does not want to do it at once, but each copy is different. Place.
Gradually, with the passage of time, every time the right hand of the Su Ming falls, he slowly feels that there are countless layers of invisible barrier between him and the coming red sword, which will dissipate one layer.
With the disappearance of barrier, Su Ming's body slowly came closer and closer to the red sword.
The look of Su Ming is calm, but the both eyes is empty, and seems to have lost his soul. Or, it seems that his soul has been integrated into his right index finger. With the drawing of the pen, it has spread out here. In the world, to feel the vastness of the world, the bizarre changes contained in the sword.
One stroke, one stroke after another, the invisible barrier dissipated one after another. Su Ming ’s body slowly moved forward. Without taking a step, he would draw a lot of strokes, making the barrier disappear more.
But he is soberly aware that nowadays, he can only copy the shape of the sword, not his soul. Even if he painted it with his own soul, he could not feel the sorrow. God.
"Sorrow ..." Su Ming murmured, and his right hand painted in front of him again and again. He could find his own sorrow, and he could find the sorrow of Wushan. One picture, one sword.
"One less year of vicissitudes ..." When Su Ming had already walked to the red sword cut in the air, the distance from this sword seemed to be less than a few feet, Su Ming's body Suddenly, there was a trace of clear comprehension.
"In my encounter, there is one person who has the most vicissitudes of the years ..." Su Ming lowered his head, his right eye gradually became red, and became Wushan Blood Moon.
"Here is the sky, how does Er Du cry ..." Su Ming murmured, closed his eyes, raised his right index finger unconsciously, and brushed in front of him again. In the above, maybe it is just such a horizontal stripe, but this simple horizontal stripe contains a kind of change that will make people look and move.
At the moment, it was painted in the void, and the sound of fragmentation was inaudible to the ear. Between Su Ming and the red sword, the last layer of invisible barrier was broken by Su Ming.
At the moment of its disappearance, Su Ming raised his right hand again, and drew a finger towards the red sword that had no more invisible barrier between him and him.
This stroke is just a horizontal stripe, but this horizontal stripe looks like a stroke, but it is actually the trajectory of the sword copied by Su Ming after thousands of strokes. .
At the moment when the pen fell, beside him, there were countless horizontal stripes that he had drawn before. These pens, such as the one outlined by graffiti, all emerged at the moment. This outsider is You ca n’t see them because they were painted by Su Ming and can only be seen by Su Ming.
At the moment, these countless strokes, in a sudden, simultaneously condensed in front of Su Ming, the last stroke he painted, like overlapping, thousands of strokes are superimposed together, and finally formed this Su Ming I have realized the strongest strokes that I can draw to trace this sword's world.
In the moment drawn by this horizontal stripe, the world roared, and there seemed to be a reverberation of clicks. The world in front of him shattered like a mirror, as if it had been scraped off, a burst of uproar The sound echoed, and a whistle of sharp dropped from the sky.
Four weeks have completely recovered as usual, and the time seems to be stuck in the moment before Su Ming's enlightenment, and it is also at that moment along with Huixiang.
Like everything before, it is an illusion.
The look of Su Ming is in a trance. His right hand is raised at the moment, and he stays in that strange world, drawing the last movement.
In front of him, the whistling sound of sharp was the red sword of Sima Xin. This sword is now rewinding, and with a bang in the air, it is unable to maintain the shape of the sword and turned into a blockbuster. The red light returned to stand there, with an unbelievable look, and looked at Seven Colored Mountain behind his own Sima Xin with a horrified look.
Sima Xin is short of breath. At this moment, all the people watching around are looking at Su Ming one by one. In that way, there is shock and there is also horror.
At the moment when they were just there, they saw with their own eyes that when the red sword cut towards Su Ming, Su Ming had no reaction, but when the sword approached less than ten feet, Su Ming suddenly raised his head and raised his right hand. , It seemed to wave lightly towards the coming Crimson Sword.
But under this wave, it was between Su Ming and the Chihong sword. The world was twisted. Many people had n’t seen it clearly yet, and there was a rumbling echo. The Chihong sword heard the whistle of sharp. Even if it is lost to the rewind, it is even more difficult to maintain the sword shape in the end!
You know, this is a change of Barbarian God by Sima Xin!
After a brief silence, the uproar hummed, and the eyes that looked at Su Ming afterwards were stunned, as if at this moment, they re-acquainted the strange face in front of them.
Sima Xin was short of breath. Although he was not injured, it was only a moment later that Su Ming's whisper-like move made his crimson sword roll backward and collapsed, which had already deterred him from life.
He understands the power of his Barbarian God, but it is because of his understanding that his heart is beating at an accelerated speed at this moment, and his face is unbelievable.
"This is not possible! He is not a bone sacrificer. How could it be so easy to disperse my understanding of this ... and ... and the confrontation method he only displayed ..." Sima Xin could not believe it Everything he saw, especially the movement of Su Ming, let him feel familiar.
The looming sorrow in the moment before that only shocked him.
On the fourth peak, a leftist wearing red robe, at this moment both eyes has bright light, and he takes a very dignified look, taking a closer look at Su Ming on the far battlefield.
"Made ..." Zuo Jiao murmured, his eyes did not withdraw for a long time.
On the other peaks of Sky Cold Sect earth, there are also a lot of old people who do n’t usually go down the mountain. At this moment, they are staring at the battle in that scene, and the last wave of Su Ming is enough to make their hearts move.
On the eighth peak, the long-haired woman who was always sitting on the raised platform, lifted her right hand at the moment, grabbed the green silk in the lower ear, and when she lowered it, she gently gestured in front of her. The drawn arc looks somewhat similar to the horizontal stripes drawn by Su Ming.
It ’s not the external similarity, but the charm within it. With the similarity, even when she drew it, there was also a twist in front of her, as if to just imitate the behavior of Su Ming, and simply imitate it. , Her finger painting, but less of the vicissitudes and sadness.
"It's a very rewarding stroke ... who is Nine Peaks ..." The woman smiled slightly.
Under Heavenly Gate, mid-air, the trance on Su Ming ’s face disappeared and calmed down again, but his heart was shocked at the moment, but while his consciousness recovered, a sudden pain came from his body, making Su Ming complexion Pale, spouting a big mouthful of blood, retreat body steps.
This pain does not come from a certain part of his body, but his whole body, every inch of flesh, every inch of bone, even the veins of the body and the five internal organs are now suffering from severe pain. .
This kind of pain came very suddenly, as if the body of Su Ming was just in time, due to some actions, it exceeded the limit of its body, and the body and the five organs showed signs of failure.
When Su Ming backed away, the Hanshan clock not far away had already covered the stick insect, and after covering it inside, the Hanshan clock shrank suddenly, and finally became the size of a bell, flying To Su Ming, fell into the hands of Su Ming.
Sounds of buzzing came out of the bell. The vibrating bell kept shaking in the hands of Su Ming, as if the trapped stick bug was struggling frantically.
This Handan clock, Su Ming is not completely mastered after all, although it can be taken away at will, but in its power, it can only be used to turn the bell into a sound wave, and it can be used to perform some as before. Seal.
Sima Xin not far away, after seeing the Su Ming spitting out the blood, this expression has some relief, no longer as shocked as before, if Su Ming is really casual, he can distract his Barbarian God change The first type without any injury, then his Sima Xin will immediately turn around and escape, return to the first peak retreat where he is, in order to avoid Su Ming.
But at the moment, after the Su Ming spitting out blood, Sima Xin regained confidence.
He stared at Su Ming, breathes deeply, his expression was dignified, and his right hand was slowly raised, towards sky, like a five-finger palm and a gap in the air.
"If you can take my last form, from then on, I will see you Su Ming on Sima Xin and bow down immediately!" Sima Xin decidedly to open mouth, five fingers slightly buckle in the air.
In the blink of an eye, on Land of South Morning, there are dozens of ultra-circular tribes. The children of Barbarian Seed like Fang Mu arranged in Sima Xin in these years have fallen down and lost in trembling at the same time in various places awareness.
"Barbarian Seed, unintentional **!" Sima Xin's hair is windless and automatic, with glare in his eyes and his arms stretched out. The whole person looks in the air, strange and non-channeling!