Volume 2, Chapter 347: The Wind Rises and the Weather Is Cold, Brave!
The moment Su Ming's thunder ball and green light sword were cut down by the witch masked man's witchcraft that sounded like a ferocious beast and contained his own unique war witchcraft, the witch man finally eased his way out of the fight with Han.
The blood and energy stirred up in Shan Zhong’s body after the confrontation. (《》7*
At this moment, his body rushed forward and came into contact with the thunder ball. The thunder ball was destroyed, and he came into contact with the green light sword. The dim sword was immediately knocked away. The whole man of the witch clan seemed to have turned into ashes.
A strong wind came straight towards Su Ming. At the moment it was approaching, he clenched his fist again and punched out.
Su Ming immediately stepped back, using his speed to dodge the incoming punch. At the side of the big man, he raised his right hand, pointed three fingers toward the sky, and made a sharp downward stroke.
Kill three evil spirits!
This Wushan technique, which Su Ming had never used since he came to the land of Nanchen, was used for the first time on this battlefield. With different cultivation levels, the power of killing three evil spirits also changed.
different.
At this moment, the three evil spirits of heaven, earth and man were killed, but most of the innocent souls bound by evil spirits lingering outside the big man's body dissipated under the shrill roar. At the same time, the body of the big man from the Wu clan was shaken, but he was forced to
Hold on, turn around with your right arm, a scream echoes through the air, and go straight towards Su Ming.
Su Ming retreated again, used his extreme speed to avoid it, and appeared in another direction. He bit the tip of his tongue and spurted out a mouthful of blood. The blood immediately burned after being spurted out, turning into a sea of fire that enveloped the big man.
But at the moment when the sea of fire enveloped him, within the sea of fire, a huge fist suddenly stretched out, went straight to Su Ming's chest and punched him.
Su Ming used his extreme speed again and then avoided it.
"I want to see how many times you can use this kind of speed!" The man from the witch clan in the sea of fire sneered, turned around violently, and set off a strong wind, which actually blew out the flames outside his body, and took a step towards Su Ming.
Come step by step.(《》7*
This man from the Witch Clan didn't have many magical powers, but his physical body was so powerful that Su Ming had to dodge, otherwise it would be difficult for him to bear the blow once he was hit on his body.
While retreating, the Hanshan Bell slammed into the Wu Clan man in mid-air again. The eyes of the Wu Clan man under the mask revealed a hint of madness. Even after knowing the power of the Hanshan Bell, he still did not hide.
Without dodging, as he was walking towards Su Ming, the Hanshan Bell suddenly fell down and hit him directly.
But amid the roar, the big man's body just paused for a moment before he picked up his feet and continued walking.
Su Ming's expression changed, and the Hanshan Bell was raised again under the control of his mind. But at this moment, the man from the Witch Clan suddenly let out the beast roar full of strange power again.
Under this roar, Su Ming's mind suddenly shook and began to fluctuate uncontrollably. As the Handan Mountain Bell slowed down, the man from the Wu Clan stepped forward and approached Su Ming, punching him.
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"Damn it!!" Su Ming couldn't control his mind. The sound of the beast's roar was too weird, like the pressure of a life form. A roar between natural enemies could shake the minds of both parties.
When this punch came, Su Ming was about to use his speed to avoid it, but the speed of the Wu Clan man suddenly increased. After the punch landed, it did not land in front of Su Ming, but on the other side.
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But after this punch fell, it caused a large number of ripples and distortions in the void, causing Su Ming to retreat at a slower speed. At the same time, the man from the Wu Clan took this opportunity to rush towards him quickly, approaching Su Ming.
At that moment, when Su Ming had no time to dodge, even Su Ming could hear the evil smile of the man from the Witch Clan, but saw that this man did not use his fists and legs, but his head, after approaching Su Ming, he suddenly
His head hit Su Ming's forehead.
With a bang, Su Ming's eyes were in chaos. A feeling of nausea and vomiting suddenly came over him. His mind was roaring. When his body rolled back, the face under the mask of the Witch Clan man licked the corner of his mouth with his tongue.
He rushed forward. This time, he had murderous intent in his eyes. His right hand turned into a claw and went straight to Su Ming's chest to grab it. ""
He wants to grab Su Ming's heart directly!
There was blood on Su Ming's forehead, and the blood was flowing in his eyes, as if the whole world had turned red. He could not see clearly the attack of the Wu Clan man, but he could feel a murderous intention coming quickly.
At the critical moment, Su Ming let out a low roar. As he retreated, the Hanshan Bell immediately shrank in size and headed straight for him. After an instant, it merged into his body. When the Wu Clan man grabbed hold of him, the Hanshan Bell was released fiercely, becoming
Guarded.
There was a loud bang, and the bell echoed. Su Ming staggered back, feeling numb from the sound of the bell in his body, but before he could retreat far, the man from the Witch Clan came again, punch after punch,
The punches kept coming.
"You are a barbarian who only knows how to dodge and be protected. You are not worthy of being a warrior and wreaking havoc on this battlefield." The man from the Witch Clan said in a voice, with contempt in his eyes. Under the continuous punches, although he could not hurt Su Ming's
Externally, the reverberation of the bell, coupled with the chaos caused by Su Ming's head being hit by it, caused blood to continuously flow from the corners of Su Ming's mouth.
After the Wu clan man punched a few times, he paused, turned violently, and kicked the Hanshan bell. At the same time as he kicked, it was as if a ferocious beast's tail was drawn out and landed on Hanshan.
After the bell went up, there was a roar that far exceeded all the previous ones.
Amid the roar, Su Ming spurted out a large mouthful of blood from the Hanshan Bell, rolled his body backwards, flew hundreds of feet directly, and landed on the ground with a thud.
When it landed, the Hanshan Bell retracted into Su Ming's body, leaving Su Ming without any protection at this moment, except... the black bracelet on his wrist.
The eldest brother gave this slave girl as a gift. When Su Ming fought with the witch clan man, he always prevented his appearance. Once the slave girl appeared, with mutual cooperation, it was not too difficult to kill the witch clan man. But such a killing would not be possible even for Su.
Ming got the mask, but it didn't completely belong to him.
With such a mask, even if he becomes a hunter, unless he relies on others forever, once the slave girl is gone, Su Ming will still be weak and untempered.
The elder brother gave this bracelet as a gift just to protect Su Ming's life in times of crisis, rather than to make Su Ming rely on this bracelet. Su Ming understood this.
Su Ming's mouth was bleeding with blood, and his eyes were a little blurry. His injuries were actually not serious. After all, he was inside the Hanshan Bell and was just numb.
His real serious injury was in his mind. The kind of trembling in his mind when the other party yelled was beyond Su Ming's control. He had never thought that he... was so fragile.
"Are you afraid..." Su Ming's vision was blurry. He couldn't see the man from the Wu clan walking hundreds of feet away. He couldn't see the black bracelet on his wrist. It had turned into shreds of tobacco and could be used at any time.
Shoot out.
"But what am I afraid of..." There was bitterness on Su Ming's face. This war made him seem to have grown a lot.
"Yes, I'm afraid of death... I'm afraid that I won't be able to find my home after death, I'm afraid that after death all mysteries will disappear, I'm afraid that after death... I won't be able to open my eyes."
Su Ming's vision became increasingly blurry, and his consciousness began to dissipate. His mind was suppressed by the strangeness of the beast's roar. This was something he didn't want to do, but it was difficult for him to control it.
"What... should..." Su Ming murmured. In his daze, all the sounds in his ears disappeared. The picture in his eyes was the sky with billowing green mist.
Faintly, the green mist disappeared, and instead, it was a windy and snowy night, a quiet village, and a house with candlelight.
Grandpa held a large piece of bamboo slips in his hand and sat beside him, resting his chin on his hands.
"Our ancestors of the Wushan tribe did not have a smooth life, but experienced a lot of hardships before they formed the huge Wushan tribe. We will not talk about the subsequent split of the Wushan tribe, but only the ancestors of the Wushan tribe.
He worked hard throughout his life and left behind many legends, which were carved on bamboo slips by later generations to encourage his descendants. These are all things you need to remember. Now let me test you. The ancestor of Wushan came to Wushan alone.
Who to fight with?"
"I encountered a mountain spirit beast here. Our ancestors wanted to build a tribe here, but were not allowed, so we decided to fight." Su Ming held his chin, took a breath, and said lazily.
"Go on." Grandpa smiled slightly.
"What's there to say? I just met a big beast and fought half way up the mountain. The big beast seemed to be very powerful. The breath it exhaled can make people involuntarily afraid. On the cliff of the mountainside, the ancestors
We fought hard against this beast and finally won."
"Oh? What do you see from this rumor?" Grandpa said with a smile.
"When we meet on a narrow road, the brave wins. Grandpa, you have said this several times before. I know, I know."
"Okay, I assume you know it. Maybe one day in the future, you can truly understand the meaning of this sentence and understand the mood of your ancestors at that time..."
Su Ming was lying on the battlefield of Wu Clan outside Tianlan City. He seemed to have returned to that windy and snowy night many years ago in a trance. The scene at that time echoed in his ears. The words "meeting on a narrow road, the brave will win".
The moment the word echoed, Su Ming's body began to tremble violently.
His distracted eyes suddenly became clear at this moment.
"When we meet on a narrow road...the brave one wins!!" Su Ming murmured, and the sounds of fighting on the battlefield that he could no longer hear suddenly became clear. More than a hundred feet away, the man in the mask of the Witch Clan was taking long strides and roaring.
Then, the evil spirit emanating from his whole body formed a strong coercion, causing all those who stood in front of him, whether barbarians or witches, to retreat and avoid him.
The tobacco bracelet on Su Ming's wrist was about to shoot away, but was immediately held down by Su Ming's left hand.
"I'll do it myself!" Su Ming looked calm and stood up from the ground!