Pursuit of the Truth Chapter 86: Hunting from Black Mountain!
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The north wind whimpered, blowing up the snow on the jungle earth, the snow fluttered in the wind, as if it had no roots, I do n’t know where to go, as the crowd under the snowflakes, slowly away from the generations of survival The tribe, in this jungle, walked silently.
Gradually, no one spoke, and even the cry of the child Rasu who came from that time quickly stopped, or was whispered by relatives, or gritted his teeth, and turned this sadness into life. It was determined and hatred.
Hundreds of people, most of them are ordinary tribesmen, more old and weak, sick, unable to walk fast, coupled with the cold wind, the earth has thick snow, which makes the speed slower.
The surrounding Wushan Tribe Barbarian Cultivator, one by one in the sadness, with vigilance, they dare not relax in the slightest, because a battle of life and death will happen at any time, once they die, without protection tribesmen, will be vulnerable Is vulnerable.
Su Ming is holding the little girl in her arms. She is holding the Su Ming clothes. It seems cold in the cold wind, but the colder is her dream ... However, it may be because of the embrace of Su Ming. The warmth made this little child calm down slowly, gradually seeming to be in that dream, with a quiet, but the tears in the corner of his eyes, but still still shed from time to time.
Hugging the child gently, Su Ming stepped on the snow of earth and walked forward. His eyes kept looking around. When he saw the familiar tribesmen beside him, he looked When it comes to sorrow, I see parting and reluctance, and even more perseverance and determination.
Bite your teeth, Su Ming's eyes reveal hatred, step by step, silently move forward, and sometimes come forward to support some old and weak people, helping them tremble, walking fast on the snow some.
"At the speed of the tribesmens day and night, it takes three days at the fastest to reach Fengzhen Tribe. Three days ... I do n’t know how much I can survive after going there ... how many ..." Su Ming ’s heart is Bleeding blood, he was afraid, not his own crisis, but the familiar faces. Three days later, how many would never be seen again.
Su Ming knows, but any method, grandfather will be used to let tribesmen go to Fengzhen quickly, but the speed of the black python is fast, but it ca n’t bring too many people at a time. It ’s because sky gallops, ordinary tribesmen is simply unbearable, it needs a few strong guards like the first one.
But now in the tribe, once leaving a few strong men, the rest will survive and die.
"Grandma ..." In the silence of Su Ming, the little girl in his arms murmured in his dream and hugged Su Ming's neck, as if once loosened, he lost peace.
"I really should be back!" Su Ming gently patted the back of the child in his arms.
The time passed slowly, and the day was approaching dusk. The Wushan Tribe migrated people had already moved away from their homes. In the cold, deep in the jungle, while clenching their teeth, they were suddenly behind the crowd. There was a sharp whistle of shakes the heavens!
The whistle was raspy, and suddenly, bursts of excited roar followed, and at the same time, I saw a figure galloping in the jungle far behind.
In an instant, almost everyone in the entire Wushan Tribe was shocked. The grandfather both eyes showed a cold light. The Barbarian Cultivator around him, and the first-class people, all at this moment all looked out of killing intent.
tribesmens, trembling one by one, surrounded by the shadows of fear and death, they were afraid, the crying could not help but came out, it seemed that there was confusion.
"The other people do not move, continue to protect the tribesmen, the Horde guards tribesmen, follow me to kill the enemy!" grandfather immediately issued a low growl command.
Su Ming held the little girl in her arms by an ordinary tribesmen beside him, and was about to move. Hearing the words of grandfather, he stepped, and gritted his teeth, under the leadership of that Patriarch, guarding tribesmen fast Moving forward, behind them, grandfather and seven tribes Barbarian Cultivator stood there, looking like a wall, a wall blocking the enemy tide!
The sound of whistling whirls in an instant, but it is seen in the jungle behind it, and there are more than 20 people in the Black Mountain department. So many Barbarian Cultivators appear, which makes Su Ming shocked.
You know that there are only more than 30 Barbarian Cultivators in Wushan Tribe, but now, an attack by the Black Mountain department actually sent more than 20 Barbarian Cultivators, which made him unbelievable.
Most of these Barbarian Cultivator are Blood Condensation four Five Layers people, but there are five people, reaching the sixth layer of Blood Condensation, and more than three people, reaching the seventh layer of Blood Condensation.
There is no eighth floor, but in the front of these people, there are two big men in black robes. The clothes of these two are completely different from the Black Mountain department. At the same time, they appear out of place, but they show that the pupils of Su Ming both eyes are contracted. Majestic power of blood.
The power of qi and blood is beyond the first and Shan Hen, and beyond the Patriarch. Their cultivation behavior, the countless blood in their entire body, is actually the Blood Condensation late stage of the Ten Layers or so!
But Su Ming sees that these two black robe people, their both eyes is bleak, there is a clear difference from the normal people, but the action is quite flexible, under the leadership of the two of them, this More than twenty Black Mountain Barbarian Cultivator, with a terrible, with the excitement and bloodthirsty killing, madly rushed to grandfather and others.
Weird roars came from their mouths, and the sound was heard in ordinary tribesmen ears, making them tremble and terrified.
"Hurry!" grandfather turned back to to open mouth, turned around and walked towards those Black Mountain Barbarian Cultivator, big sleeves flicked away, the black wind went away from the air, scrolling all directions, causing a lot of snow around them Go straight to those twenty or so Black Mountain Barbarian Cultivator.
The two black men in Blood Condensation late stage have very clear goals. They did not look at the others, but they burst into the black wind while the bloodline broke out in the whole body, blooming the dazzling bloody glow. Between, go straight to grandfather.
For the rest of Barbarian Cultivator, seven or eight people spurted blood out of the black wind. The body shivered and collapsed. It burst into a large amount of flesh and blood, and suddenly a **** breath filled the surroundings.
The killing is on!
In addition to grandfather, the Wushan tribesmen, which is guarded behind, has only seven people. Their expression is determined, and there is no sign of retreat. Behind them is their tribesmen. !
With sorrow, with determination, these seven people roared up in the sky and rushed to the dozens of Barbarian Cultivator that came. They would desperately drag these people and fight for time for tribesmen behind them!
Their cultivation is not high. The strongest one is the seventh floor of Blood Condensation Realm. The rest are mostly around Five Layers, but at the moment, there is an unspeakable momentum in them. This momentum It is to protect the homeland, this momentum is to protect tribesmen, this momentum, even if death can not be wiped out, even if the bones are broken, the enemy cannot be allowed to take a step!
This is a wall of people cast with their flesh and blood. This is a ditch drawn with their lives. This is to use their souls to go crazy, this is their choice!
Su Ming both eyes is red, not only him, but the Barbarian Cultivator around him are mostly crazy. Even in the ordinary tribesmen, many people scream, they are going to fight!
"Don't go to watch, your task is to guard the tribesmen migration, we ... go !!" Just at the moment when Su Ming and others seem to be unable to control their desire to rush back to fight, walk in front of Patriarch, his There was a decisive color in his eyes, but in the decisive depth, it was the same sorrow.
He is Patriarch of Wushan Tribe. His mission is to let more people live in Wushan Tribe, so that Wushan Tribe can continue ...
Su Ming clenched his fists fiercely, his both eyes was flushed, his killing intent had to be depressed, and looked at the seven tribesmens that were dozens of feet behind him, and the Black Mountain part Barbarian Cultivator that was called by more than ten strangers like a flood As we approached, as the waves roared and echoed, Su Ming clearly saw a tribesmen spurting blood, his right arm exploded directly, and he staggered towards retreat for a few steps, but he stopped, but his legs collapsed, but But he was terrible. He roared and struck the enemy who approached him with excitement and killing. It was Zhang to open mouth. In the Barbarian Cultivator of the Black Mountain, he screamed in horror and sorrow. A large piece of flesh was torn off the person's neck.
The big man in Black Mountain looked frightened, the blood on his neck was blurred, and a scream slammed into the Barbarian Cultivator chest of that Wushan Tribe, making this Barbarian Cultivator spitting out blood, but the greasy life swallowed the blood in the mouth, that The cruel expression, the crazy behavior, made the big man in the Black Mountain tremble.
At the moment, the Wushan Tribe tribesmen who swallowed flesh and blood turned back and glanced at the crowd away, seeming to also see the crowd, looking at his Su Ming, a gentle smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, he was more than thirty In the eyes of a man of age, Su Ming is a child.
The smile, like the kindness of the elders, is completely different from the previous brutality. After that smile, the person turned back, the moment his eyes closed, the bloodstream of the whole body burst instantaneously, which even touched the whole body, making his body here Suddenly collapsed in a flash, the violent sound turned into a sound of shakes the heavens, at the moment when the body exploded, the nearest Black Mountain man with a flesh and blood in the neck closest to him, both eyes revealed endless panic, wanted retreat, but late.
This is ... bloodline self-destruction! ! This is the last voice of life from flesh and blood. This voice tells all the Black Mountain departments tribesmen chased. To destroy Wushan Tribe, you have to pay an unimaginable price!
In the roar, the big man in the Black Mountain department spewed blood, his arms collapsed, and he barely retreated, but he lost all his fighting spirit. His heart was shaking, and he was afraid.
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