Piao Tian Literature He regretted it, deeply regretted it!
He regretted why he didn't pay all the price and killed Su Ming in advance so that he could not enter the Tianhan Sect!
He regretted it...but after thinking about it, after repeated confrontations with Su Ming, there was only one chance for him to regret it. Except for this time, he could not find any way to counterattack Su Ming.
The first encounter between the Tianhan Sect and the fighting between the two reached the extreme. Even if he tried to think of a killer, he was blocked. Even if he tried forcefully, he would not only fail to succeed, but would also cause great trouble!
He couldn't understand this at the time, but now that he has learned more about the Ninth Peak, he feels it deeply. After all, he is one of the few people who knows the detailed process of what happened in Northern Xinjiang.
"Sima Xin, you hurt me." When Sima Xin was going crazy, an indifferent voice came from his ears.
This voice came from Bai Su's mouth. Bai Su looked at Sima Xin coldly. She had really seen through this person. In fact, she should have seen through it long ago, but she didn't want to see it. She was attracted by something called love.
Gauze, covering the eyes.
Until she met Su Ming, with the contact bit by bit, the gauze slowly changed color, slowly allowing her to regain herself. Slowly, she felt like waking up from Sima Xin.
generally.
It's just that at that time, she was still half asleep and half awake, still a little hesitant, a little unsure of what to do, and a little undecided. Until she left Su Ming, until she now stood in front of Sima Xin, she suddenly
Yes, completely awake.
As she woke up, a heart-rending pain made her look pale. Hidden under the coldness that Sima Xin saw, she felt deep regret.
Su Ming and Sima Xin, two different people, two different experiences.
Sima Xin can become a genius and dominate for many years. It is by no means an easy task. Even though he is in the midst of this unspeakable anger and madness, he can suppress it all in an instant.
Although this anger did not dissipate, but grew more and more, because if the barbarian had not planted it, he would not have been hurt. But once it was planted, a situation like Su Ming's happened, to Sima Xin, it was no less
Hence the disaster.
The barbarian backfires, and it is even possible that he becomes the other party's barbarian. Although the other party is not a barbarian and has no intention of killing him, he can still get the only share in this life, a barbarian!
For Su Ming, this only barbarian is just a ray of wind in his life. But for Sima Xin, if this is really the case, it is...everything in his life!!
This is just a possibility. Sima Xin doesn't know what kind of changes will happen. Because he doesn't know, he is afraid, terrified, and crazy.
"Su Su, I lost my composure..." Sima Xin let go of Bai Su's shoulders. His face turned pale. Thinking back to his actions just now, he regretted it again. Although Bai Su failed, this woman's effect on him was still the same.
Existence can even be said to be the last straw at this moment.
"Su Su, take me to see your father and ask him to help me..." When Sima Xin opened his mouth, he saw the coldness in Bai Su's eyes, and his heart trembled.
"Su Su!! It was my fault just now, but you don't know why I acted like this, because once Su Ming improves his cultivation this time, when he walks out, it will be the moment I die!
I failed for the first time in the Barbarian **, and the consequences were disastrous. Maybe... from now on, I can only be Su Ming's puppet... Susu, because of these things, I lost my composure..."
Bai Su remained silent, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and she closed her eyes.
After he closed his eyes, Sima Xin had a flash of murderous intent in his eyes, but he immediately hid it, turned around sharply, and looked in the direction of Su Ming, where the feeling of depression was strongest.
"There is another way, which is to take this opportunity to kill Su Ming. Kill him and everything will be solved!" But Sima Xin hesitated. Before the incident in Northern Xinjiang happened, he still had no idea about killing Su Ming.
He had some confidence, but the incident in Northern Xinjiang made him clearly aware that there was already a gap between himself and Su Ming!
He was not sure that he could defeat Su Ming!
Especially if he fights internally in front of Haidong Sect and Tianhan Sect, what awaits him will be an extremely severe punishment. Even if he kills Su Ming... besides this severe punishment
In addition, there is also the madness from the Ninth Peak!
Under such punishment and madness, even if he, Sima Xin, betrayed the Tianhan Sect, he would have no place in the land of Nanchen, unless... he fled to the Wu Clan...
"What to do, what to do..." Sima Xin's body trembled, despair showing in his eyes.
"Take this object, return to Tianhan Sect, and sacrifice it under the Tianmen... My father's disciples will come to pick you up... Sima Xin, this is the last time I will help you. From now on, please don't bother me again.
"Bai Su opened her eyes, took out a wooden slip, threw it on the ground, turned around and walked towards the distance. Her back was desolate and lonely, which contained deep regret but also a sense of relief.
She wanted to see Su Ming, but she bit her lower lip. Even though she bit her lower lip and shed blood, she did not have the courage to face it. She could only choose to leave in despair.
When she came, she was filled with laughter and sometimes looked at Su Ming with a teasing look. When she returned, she looked gloomy and lifeless, like she had lost her heart and soul, like a wounded little beast. She just wanted to be alone and lick her lips silently.
Covering the wound.
She knew that she had made a mistake...a mistake that would not be forgiven. Fortunately, this mistake did not cause irreversible damage to the figure that appeared in her heart at the moment...
In the wind and snow, she lowered her head and left.
Behind her, the black mountains and tribes in the sky formed a visual shock. In the storm formed by the vortex of the snowfield, Su Ming's voice echoed out.
"Blood Moon..."
When the sky was about to dawn, it should have been dark, but under the reflection of the snow, it was just blurry, but not dark. Following Su Ming's words, on the Wushan Mountain in the sky, as if at the end of the day, a
The blood moon suddenly materialized!
With the appearance of the blood moon, the feeling of depression suddenly increased a lot, and when it spread, the storm formed was earth-shattering!
An increasingly strong aura condensed from Su Ming's body, growing and strengthening!
Zi Che was hundreds of feet away from Su Ming. He endured the pressure and kept retreating. He forced himself to retreat slower. He wanted to stay here to protect Su Ming at this moment.
Although he did not see Bai Su, and although he did not know what happened to make Su Ming change like this, he knew that he was from the Ninth Peak, and Su Ming was a disciple of the Ninth Peak!
that's enough.
In the temporary tribe at the Haidong Sect auction house, as Su Ming's momentum became stronger and stronger, the spiritual thoughts among the more than ten boats also echoed with each other again.
"This kid has such wild marks... he can be considered a genius, but for breaking through outside my Haidong Sect tribe, do you really think that our Haidong Sect doesn't dare to take action!"
"Elder Hai, don't act rashly, this man is a disciple of Tian Xiezi!"
"Tian Xiezi? I have never met that crazy person. It's fine if you don't say so. In this case, I want to see what Tian Xiezi has accomplished!" The gloomy expression
The thought suddenly turned into a sharp roar that few people could hear, and rushed out of the tribe. Like lightning and thunder, it roared straight towards the storm that Su Ming had turned into.
His spiritual thoughts were like a sharp sword, seeming to cut the storm in half and kill Su Ming inside with one strike!
Almost at the moment when this man's spiritual thoughts roared out, but few people in the tribe noticed it, in the ordinary tent where the man in black stood silently, the white-haired old man sitting next to the desk turned towards the young man opposite him.
, spoke slowly.
"Because, he is from the Ninth Peak..." Just as he said this, his expression suddenly changed and he raised his head sharply.
At the same time, the young man opposite him also frowned. His frown immediately revealed his power!
Almost at the moment when the two of them noticed it, this invisible sharp arrow transformed by spiritual thoughts had already traveled through the snowfield and appeared outside the storm formed by Su Ming. It was about to strike down towards the storm in one fell swoop!
But at this moment, a voice with unruly spiritual thoughts seemed to come from the void, as if from the distant heaven and earth, from the ninth peak of the Han Sect's mountain peak, roaring like a roaring wave, turning the river upside down.
Come.
"Damn it, if any bastard of yours dares to touch my disciple, I will kill you Manchu, kill you Manchu, kill you and reincarnate you for eternity!!"
This voice was filled with an indescribable tyranny. At the moment it appeared, the sword of divine thought that was about to be cut off suddenly trembled violently, and collapsed with a bang, as if being impacted by this voice, it was shattering.
At the same time, the scattered spiritual thoughts suddenly rolled back, and there was an aura of extreme fear in them.
The evil spirit contained in that voice was earth-shattering. During the reverberation, when the scattered spiritual thoughts were rolled back, they were once again rolled up by the evil spirit and suddenly and completely shattered.
There was a faint scream, and at the same time, in a boat in the tribe, a red-haired old man trembled, opened his eyes suddenly, and spat out a large mouthful of blood. His face turned pale instantly.
Even the hair on his head withered rapidly at this moment, and in the blink of an eye he was completely bald. What was even more shocking was that after his hair withered, his whole body of flesh and blood also withered rapidly, and in an instant, he was reduced to skin and bones.
If it weren't for the jade plaque on his chest that was engraved with the sun rising over the sea suddenly emitting a strong light at this moment, he would have died!
The clicking sound echoed, and the jade tablet counteracted the force of the bombardment. After shattering, the old man spurted out blood again, his eyes showed the intention of surviving the disaster, and his expression was full of fear and horror. At that moment,
He has already stepped half into the underworld.
"Tianxiezi..." The old man trembled.
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