Pursuit of the Truth Chapter 88: burial song
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"Who is he !!! Wushan Tribe is not as young as this person to have such a cultivation ability !!" The big man was spraying blood, his expression was shocked, his brain roared, and his heart was roaring.
But the speed of Su Ming is too fast, almost at the same time that the big man hit the giant wood fence, Su Ming is approaching again, with a frenzy, with a killing, while punching, punching the tip of the tongue and spitting blood, that As soon as the blood appeared, it immediately turned into a blood mist, and it was the technique of black blood and dust.
As soon as the technique came out, he went straight to the big man. In the unbelievable look of this big man, at the same time, the right hand of Su Ming directly penetrated the blood mist and blasted at the fastest speed. On the chest of this big man.
With a bang, the giant wood fence was shocked, and the big man both eyes slammed open, losing his luster, and the blood had a lot of benefits from the corner of his mouth, and his chest was blasted by Su Ming.
"Kill !!" Su Ming red eyed, killed a person without any pause, turned and went straight to the rest of the Black Mountain department Barbarian Cultivator next to him, although his previous battle with this big man was fast, but was nearby The rest of the Black Mountain department in this direction were all in their eyes. They were unbelievable. They watched their Hunting Team deputy chief was killed by life and death. Even they could not see the body of Su Ming. They only saw a residual image glittering.
Not only them, but the Barbarian Cultivator of the same family around Su Ming are also all shocked. They know Su Ming and know Su Ming. In their memory, Su Ming is just an ordinary tribesmen. They have no time to think about why Su Ming is also in Barbarian Cultivator In the team, but at the moment, the outbreak of Su Ming is to let them have a strong excitement while shocking! !
As Su Ming groaned, all the seven or eight siblings Barbarian Cultivator roared.
"Kill !!!"
"Destroy my home, kill !!" Su Ming red-eyed, full of blood and blood, blasted away!
"The ones who slaughtered my tribesmen, kill !!" Punched again.
"Kill my people, kill !!!" Another punch.
Su Ming figure glittering, in the fear of these dozen or so Black Mountain heroes, he has been crazy, he has never been so murdered, he has never been so hatred, at this moment he seems to be no longer a teenager less than seventeen years old, It's a crazy killer.
With a splash of blood, a roar came from Su Ming's ear, his heart was bleeding, it was a tribesmen. When he was seriously injured, he chose the bloodline self-destruction!
This is a war, this is a fight between invaders and guardians, this is the madness of the tribe and the tribe, this is the Wushan Tribe and Black Mountain department, seemingly endless feuds of hundreds of years!
The sudden addition of Barbarian Cultivator from the Black Mountain department made this war more and more tragic. Barbarian Cultivator of Wushan Tribe is not much, and the number is less than Black Mountain. But at the moment, every tribesmen of Wushan Tribe is in that attachment, in order to protect his homeland. , In order to protect tribesmen, for their tribe, can give everything!
Death, what is it! Fighting for the homeland, fighting for the tribe, fighting for the children, fighting for the parents, this is the brightest moment in life!
In the silence, the crowd protected by the light of Barbarian Statue came to cry, and the sound of crying echoed, and a call was mixed. They are crying, for the son who protects them, for the father who protects them, for the Barbarian Cultivator who protects them, cry ...
"Grandma, why is the sky blue ... is it because it's there, Dad is looking at us ..."
"Abba, why did the stars in the night blink ... Isn't the grandma there, looking at us ..." I don't know who was the first to whisper softly, slowly, almost all tribesmens protected by Barbarian Statue's light , In that cry, murmured.
Their voices merged together and gradually turned into a low sound, revealing a softness and a sadness, but in that softness and sorrow, there was an unspeakable voice Thoughts.
These words belong exclusively to Wushan Tribe and Wushan Tribe. Whenever tribesmen dies, the people of the whole clan surround the fire, watching the dead tribesmen, chanting sad words.
"Rasu, do n’t be alone in the sky, do n’t be sad, do n’t cry, grandma and dad are watching you on earth ... every year, every day ... are watching you ..."
"I will not cry, I will not be sad, I will not be lonely, I know you are there, watching me there ... I am very happy ..."
The words, gradually growing louder in the weeping, those Wushan Barbarian Cultivator who fought fearlessly to death, listened to the voices of tribesmen, listened to the familiar words, looked sad, and gave a depressing roar, they Fight, fight to the end! !
The Su Ming trembles with tears in his eyes. His body is filled with blood and has his own, but more of it belongs to the enemy.
He does n’t know fatigue, he does n’t know fear, he knows that he is going to fight deadly, when he can no longer move, when he is seriously injured, what he has to do is bloodline self-destruction! !
"Grandma ... Abba ... Pippi ..." Behind Su Ming, he faintly heard the waking voice of the waking little girl.
The heart of Su Ming is tingling and bleeding, as if there are countless sharp thorns, making him faster and faster, and making his fists roar more and more, in this sorrow and killing, a ray of Whimpering music tune, whirling.
The sound of music tune revealed a bleakness, a sorrow, and a parting ... Not far away, under a big tree, Liu Di of Wushan Tribe leaned against him, both of his legs Blurred, his body was filled with blood, his complexion was pale, and his eyes were bleak.
His trembling hands, holding a bone-made Xun, placed on his mouth, playing the sad Xun song, the humming sound, like the cry of mother, in this tragic battlefield, with The tribesmens murmured and merged into a sadness that made people feel pain.
Sorrowful whine, as the wind floated, melted in the snow on the ground, immersed in the blood of tribesmen, in this battlefield, let every Wushan tribesmen heard, tears.
Su Ming trembles, this is not the first time he heard Xunqu, but it has never been like this, let his tears flow down, let his heart seem to be lost after being penetrated, and become an unintentional People, only the scars and endless sorrows that existed.
In addition to this sad Xun Qu, there is a roar of self-destruction from time to time. Each roar represents this sibling Barbarian Cultivator and chooses the bloodline to burst.
"Huangquan Road, don't be alone!" Su Ming grinned violently and blasted out a Wushan Tribe enemy in front of him. He also spewed a bit of blood and turned around to see the big tree not far away Next, the tribesmen of Xunqu played before death.
The both eyes of tribesmen was bright, but it was bright. He played Xunqu, and the blood in his hands was stained on the bone-made Xun, but he could not hide his voice and his voice. Sadness is his farewell.
This is the last song he played for tribesmen in this life. This time, he used his life to play ...
The moment Su Ming closed his eyes and retracted his gaze, he suddenly shrank his pupils, and he saw that in the other direction, in front of Bei Ling, there were three big men with Black Mountain. In that tremendous excitement, Bei Ling was forced to retreat again and again Later, the bow of Bei Ling broke, and there were many wounds on his body, especially the chest, and it was filled with a lot of blood. His complexion was pale, holding a handful of bone blade in his hand, with perseverance, with Tragic, crazy fighting.
He ca n’t retreat. Behind him is tribesmen. Although tribesmen is shrouded in light by Barbarian Statue, he ca n’t retreat too. The closest to him is a woman, who is in tears and looking at Bei Ling , Looking at his trembling body, looking at his mountain-like back.
This woman is Chen Xin. She seems to be shouting something, she seems to be telling this Bei Ling, Su Ming is far away, he ca n’t hear it, but he can see in Chen Xin ’s eyes, it ’s hidden when looking at Bei Ling Gentleness.
She likes Bei Ling. At this moment, she is more certain of her own thoughts. She likes ... him.
Tears shed in the corner of her eyes. When she saw Bei Ling trembling, one of the three Black Mountain big men in front of him suddenly approached. The bone blade in her hand went straight to the head of Bei Ling like lightning. Chen Xin issued With a mournful sorrow, she ... rushed out.
Bei Ling smirked. He is too tired to bear now. Since last night, he has been fighting deadly. He knows that he has n’t escaped. Just in the moment of self-destruction, he saw a hug Chen Xin .
"Well, if you come, follow me ..." Just when Bei Ling closes both eyes and wants self-destruction bloodline, suddenly the world roars and shakes around, let everyone, including the fighting Black Mountain The sound of the heart shocked, suddenly echoed the world.
I saw a red spear, heading straight ahead of the Bei Ling at an incredible speed, and the spear revealed a strong cold murderous, with a madness, turned into He saw a huge red eagle that everyone could see. In an instant, he crossed Bei Ling and directly penetrated the chest of the big man of Black Mountain who was about to fall with a knife in front of him. With a bang, he died. The dead nail was pinned to the snow, and at the same time, a wave of air burst into all directions, and the big man's body burst into flesh and blood.
The other two Black Mountain men, shaking their bodies, could not help but step back, spurting blood, and at the same time, a lightning figure suddenly jumped up and stood in front of Bei Ling, Replaced everything in its both eyes pupils!
This scene, this back view, at the moment of its appearance, set off a huge wave in the heart of Bei Ling, he is familiar with this scene, in Fengzhen Tribe, he experienced this scene, he saw a person, and stood on his own like this In front of, although the two people are different in appearance and body type, at the moment, in the eyes of Bei Ling, they ... overlapped together.
"Su ... Ming ..." Bei Ling's expression was unbelievable, he was there for a moment, he understood everything ...——
I do n’t know if anyone has heard Xun Qu. It ’s a very old musical instrument. I remember that because there are only five voices, it sounds very sad. It happens that the book review area can add video, so I found one for everyone. In the book review section. Maybe there is a better one, but I didn't find it.
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