One stroke after another, every time Su Ming raised his right hand and drew with his index finger, the nothingness in front of him would disappear like layers of barriers.
I don't know how much time passed, but Su Ming drew the movement of the sword as if copying it. It started fast and then gradually slowed down.
Drawing one stroke at a time, Su Ming did not know how many strokes he had drawn and how many copies of the sword he had drawn as time passed.
Although he didn't know the details, he knew that every stroke he drew looked the same, but in fact it was different. If he drew a thousand strokes, they would be different. If he drew a thousand strokes, they would be different.
Ten thousand bets are different!
But he never found the feeling of sadness that Sima Xin exuded when he swung this sword, and it seemed that it could not be integrated with this stroke of painting.
The rules contained in this sword made Su Ming feel that the more he wanted to draw it, the more it seemed to be ever-changing and inorganic, and it was difficult to fully understand it. So he used the index finger of his right hand as a pen to draw it completely.
He knew that it would be difficult for him to fully comprehend the power of heaven and earth contained in this sword in a short period of time. Therefore, he did not want to do it all at once, but copied each stroke from a different one.
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Gradually, as time passed, every time Su Ming lowered his right hand, he slowly felt that the countless layers of invisible barriers between him and the approaching red sword would dissipate one layer at a time.
As the barrier disappeared, Su Ming's body slowly became closer and closer to the red sword.
Su Ming's expression was calm, but his eyes were empty, as if he had lost his soul. In other words, it seemed that his soul had been integrated into the index finger of his right hand, and with the strokes of the strokes, it had spread throughout the world.
, to feel the strange changes contained in that sword strike under the vastness of heaven and earth.
One stroke after another, like a painting, the invisible barrier disappeared one after another. Su Ming's body slowly walked forward. Before he took a step, he would draw many strokes, making more of the barrier disappear.
But he clearly knew that now he could only copy the shape of the sword, but not its soul. Even if he drew it with his own soul, he would not be able to feel the sadness, so he would be helpless.
"Sadness..." Su Ming murmured, drawing with his right hand in front of him again and again. He could find his own sadness, and he could find Wushan's sadness, but these sadnesses seemed to be missing something and could not be integrated into this stroke.
Draw a sword inside.
"There is less vicissitudes of time..." When Su Ming had already walked to the red sword that was slashed in mid-air, and the distance between it and the sword seemed to be less than a few feet, Su Ming's body suddenly
After a meal, I had a glimmer of enlightenment.
"Among the people I have met, there is one person who has experienced the vicissitudes of time the most..." Su Ming lowered his head, and his right eye gradually turned blood red, becoming the Wushan Blood Moon.
"The sky is the sky, how can you cry..." Su Ming murmured, closed his eyes, unconsciously raised his right index finger, and drew another stroke in front of him. The stroke was tilted. If it were drawn on paper,
Maybe it's just a horizontal stripe, but even this simple horizontal stripe contains a kind of change in the world that makes people moved when they see it.
At this moment, the painting was drawn in the void. Under the sound of shattering that could not be heard by the naked ear, the last invisible barrier between Su Ming and the red sword was broken when it was painted with one finger by Su Ming.
The moment it disappeared, Su Ming raised his right hand again, and drew a stroke on the red sword that had no longer any invisible barrier between him and him.
This stroke is just a horizontal line, but this horizontal line looks like a single stroke, but in fact it is the pinnacle stroke of the sword trajectory copied by Su Ming after thousands of strokes.
The moment this stroke fell, beside him (Baidu Qiu Mo Bar Quick Hand Type, Ergen Book Fan Official YY: 3943), the countless horizontal lines he had drawn before suddenly appeared, which were like graffiti outlining a line.
After all the pens and brushes emerge at this moment, outsiders cannot see this scene, because they were painted by Su Ming, and only Su Ming can see them.
At this moment, these countless horizontal strokes suddenly moved and gathered in front of Su Ming. The last stroke he drew seemed to be overlapping. Thousands of strokes were superimposed on each other, finally forming this Su Ming.
So far, I have been able to draw the strongest horizontal lines that imitate the trajectory of this sword in heaven and earth.
At the moment when this horizontal line was drawn, the heaven and earth roared, and there seemed to be a clicking sound. The world in front of him shattered like a mirror, as if a layer had been scraped off, and bursts of uproar echoed.
Then, there was a sharp roar falling from the sky.
The surroundings have completely returned to normal, and time seems to have been stopped at the moment before Su Ming realized his thoughts. At this moment, along with Huixiang, he is also at that moment.
Like everything before, it is an illusion.
Su Ming's expression was in a trance, and his right hand was raised at this moment, maintaining the same movement as he had just drawn the last stroke in that strange world.
In front of him, the one that heard the sharp whistling sound was Sima Xin's crimson sword. The sword was now rolled back, and with a bang in the air, it was evident that it could not maintain the shape of the sword and turned directly into a large red sword.
Guang returned to the colorful mountain behind Sima Xin who was standing there with a look of disbelief on his face and a horrified look on his face.
Sima Xin was breathing rapidly. At this moment, all the people watching around him (Baidu Qiu Mo Bar Quick Hand Beat, Ergen Book Fan Official YY: 3943) also looked at Su Ming one by one. There was shock and horror in their eyes.
At that moment, they saw with their own eyes that when the red sword slashed at Su Ming, Su Ming had no reaction at all. However, when the sword was less than ten feet away, Su Ming suddenly raised his head and raised his right hand.
, as if waving lightly towards the approaching red sword.
But with this wave, the world was twisted between Su Ming and the scarlet sword. Before many people could see it clearly, there was a roaring sound, and the scarlet sword let out a sharp whistle.
The enemy rolls back, and in the end it becomes difficult to maintain the sword's shape!
You know, this is the barbaric transformation performed by Sima Xin!
After a brief silence, an uproar broke out, and the eyes that looked at Su Ming were startled and uncertain, as if at this moment, they were getting acquainted with the unfamiliar face in front of them again.
Sima Xin's breathing was rapid. Although he was not injured, at that moment, Su Ming rolled back his red sword and collapsed with a single swipe, which shocked him to death.
He understood the power of his barbaric transformation, but it was precisely because of his understanding that his heart was beating rapidly at this moment, with a look of disbelief on his face.
"This is impossible! He is not a strong bone sacrificial expert. How could he dispel the move I realized so easily...and...and the countermeasure he just used..." Sima Xin couldn't believe what he was saying.
Everything he saw, especially Su Ming's movements, made him feel familiar.
At that moment, a looming trace of sadness shook his mind.
On the fourth peak, Zuojiao, who was wearing a red robe, his eyes brightened now, and he took a step forward with an extremely solemn expression, looking carefully at Su Ming on the battlefield in the distance.
"Zao..." Zuo Jiao murmured, his eyes not looking back for a long time.
On the other mountain peaks of Tianhan Sect, there are also many old people who don't usually go down the mountain. They are all staring at the battle just now. Su Ming's last wave of power was enough to make their minds move.
On the eighth peak, the long-haired woman who had always been sitting on the raised platform raised her right hand and pulled up the black hair beside her ear. When she put it down, she lightly traced the circle in front of her body, and she drew
That arc looks somewhat similar to the horizontal lines drawn by Su Ming.
It's not the external similarity, but the charm contained in it. With the similarity, even when she drew it, the front of her body was also distorted, as if she had simply imitated Su Ming's actions just now, without being roundabout.
This finger painting, however, lacks the feeling of vicissitudes and sadness.
"It's a very kind gesture... from the Ninth Peak..." The woman smiled slightly.
Under the Tianmen, in mid-air, the trance on Su Ming's face disappeared, and he regained calm. However, his heart was shocked at this moment. But at the same time that his consciousness was restored, a burst of severe pain erupted from his body, causing Su Ming's complexion to turn pale.
He was pale, spitting out a large mouthful of blood, and took a few steps back.
This kind of pain did not come from a certain part of his body, but his whole body, every inch of flesh and blood, every inch of bone, and even the veins and internal organs in his body, were now experiencing severe pain.
This kind of pain came very suddenly, as if Su Ming's body had exceeded the limit of what his body could bear due to some movements just now, causing signs of failure of his body and five internal organs.
When Su Ming stepped back, the Hanshan Bell not far away had already enveloped the stick insect. After covering it inside, the Hanshan Bell shrank suddenly, and finally turned into the size of a bell again, and flew towards Su Ming.
Ming fell into Su Ming's hands.
Waves of humming came from the bell, and the vibrating bell kept trembling in Su Ming's hand, like a trapped stick insect struggling crazily.
After all, Su Ming did not fully control this Hanshan Bell. Although he could take it away at will, in terms of its power, it could only turn the bell into sound waves, and it could also be used to perform some sealing operations like before.
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Not far away, after seeing Su Ming spurting out the mouthful of blood (Baidu Qiu Mo Bar Quick Hand Beat, Ergen Book Fan Official YY: 3943), his expression softened a little, and he was no longer as shocked as before.
, if Su Ming could really use the first form of his Barbaric God Transformation at will without being injured at all, then Sima Xin would immediately turn around and run away, returning to the First Peak where he was to retreat, in order to avoid Su Ming.
But at this moment, after Su Ming's mouth of blood spurted out, Sima Xin regained confidence.
He stared at Su Ming, took a deep breath, and his expression became more solemn than ever before. He slowly raised his right hand and pointed it towards the sky with five fingers.
"If you can accept this last move of mine, from now on, when I see you, Su Ming, I, Sima Xin, will immediately kneel down and worship you!" Sima Xin said decisively, clasping his five fingers in the air.
In this instant, on the land of Nanchen, there were dozens of tribesmen. The sons of barbarians that Sima Xin had arranged like square logs over the years fell down in various places while trembling violently at the same time.
Lost consciousness.
"Barbarian, unintentional master!" Sima Xin's hair was calm and his eyes showed a faint light. He suddenly stretched out his arms and looked like a monster in mid-air!