"Who is he! There is no one in Wushan tribe who has such a level of cultivation at this age!!" The big man spurted blood, his expression was shocked, his mind was roaring, and his heart was roaring.
But Su Ming's speed was too fast. Almost at the same time that the big man hit the giant wooden fence, Su Ming approached again, with madness and killing. When he punched, he bit the tip of his tongue and spurted out a mouthful of blood. The blood
As soon as it appeared, it suddenly turned into blood mist, which was clearly the black blood dust technique.
As soon as this technique was used, he went straight towards the big man. The big man looked in disbelief. At the same time, Su Ming's right hand, at the fastest speed, directly penetrated the blood mist and blasted into the face.
This big man's chest.
With the sound of the collision, the giant wooden fence shook. The big man's eyes widened suddenly and lost color. Blood flowed from the corners of his mouth. His chest was punched through by Su Ming.
"Kill!!" Su Ming's eyes turned red. He killed one man without stopping at all. He turned around and went straight to the other Montenegrin barbarians beside him. Although his previous battle with this big man was very fast, he was killed by a nearby man from this direction.
The rest of the Black Mountain tribe all saw this in disbelief. They watched helplessly as their deputy leader of the hunting team was bombarded to death. They could not even see Su Ming's body, only a flickering afterimage.
Not only them, but also the few barbarians of the same tribe around Su Ming were all shocked. They knew Su Ming and knew Su Ming. In their memories, Su Ming was just an ordinary tribesman. They had no time to think about why Su Ming
They were also in the barbarian team, but at this moment, Su Ming's explosion made them feel shocked and strongly inspired!!
Following Su Ming's low roar, the seven or eight barbarians of the same race all roared.
"kill!!"
"Kill those who destroy my home!!" Su Ming's eyes were red, and his whole body was full of energy and blood, and he punched away!
"Whoever slaughters my people, kill him!!" He punched again.
"Those who kill my tribe, kill!!" Another punch.
Su Ming's figure flickered, and in the fear of these dozen Montenegrin men, he went crazy. He had never been so killing, and he had never been so hateful. At this moment, he no longer seemed to be a boy under seventeen years old, but
A crazy killer.
Amidst the blood splattering, Su Ming heard a roar in his ears, and his heart was bleeding. It was a clan member who chose to self-destruct on the bloodline when he was seriously injured!
This is a war, this is a fight between invaders and guardians, this is the madness of tribes and tribes, this is the centuries-old feud between the Wushan tribe and the Montenegro tribe that seems to be endless!
The sudden appearance of barbarians in the Black Mountain tribe made this war even more fierce. There were not many barbarians in the Wushan tribe, and their number was smaller than that in the Black Mountain tribe. But at this moment, every member of the Wushan tribe was there.
In persistence, in order to protect their homeland, to protect their people, and for their tribe, they will sacrifice everything!
Death, what does it matter? Fighting for your homeland, fighting for your tribe, fighting for your children, fighting for your parents, this is the most brilliant moment in life!
The crowd protected by the ray of light, cried in the silence, and the sound of crying echoed, mixed with calls. They were crying, for the son who protected them, for the father who protected them, for the son who protected them, for the father who protected them,
The barbarians who protected them cried...
"Mom, why is the sky blue...is it because Abba is looking at us there..."
"Abba, why are the stars blinking at night... Is mom there, looking at us..." I don't know who was the first to whisper softly. Slowly, almost all the tribesmen who were protected by the light of the beast began to cry.
While crying, he began to murmur.
Their voices merged together and gradually turned into a low sound wave, revealing a softness and a sadness, but in that softness and sadness, there was an unspeakable thought.
These words belong exclusively to the Wushan tribe. In the Wushan tribe, whenever a clan member dies, the whole clan gathers around the fire, looks at the dead clan member, and chants sad words.
"Lasu, don't be lonely in heaven, don't be sad, don't cry, mom and dad are watching you on earth...every year, every day...they are watching you..."
"I will not cry, be sad, or be lonely. I know you are there, looking at me... I am very happy..."
The words gradually became louder and louder in the cry. Those Wushan barbarians who fought hard and were not afraid of death listened to the voices of their tribesmen and the familiar words with sad expressions and let out suppressed roars.
We must fight and fight to the end!!
Su Ming's body was trembling, and there were tears in his eyes. His body was covered with blood, some of which was his own, but most of it belonged to the enemy.
He doesn’t know fatigue, he doesn’t know fear, all he knows is to fight to the death. When he can no longer move, when he is seriously injured, what he will do is to self-destruct in the bloodline!!
"Mom...Abba...Pippi..." Behind Su Ming, he faintly heard the crying voice of the little girl who had regained consciousness.
Su Ming's heart was tingling and bleeding, as if there were countless sharp thorns penetrating through it, making his speed faster and faster, making his fists roar more and more. In this sorrow and killing, there was a wisp of whimpering.
Music, swirling around.
The sound of the music revealed a sense of desolation, a sense of sadness, and a sense of parting... Not far away, under a big tree, the willow flute of the Wushan Department was leaning there, his legs
It was blurred, his body was filled with blood, his face was pale, and his eyes were dim.
With his trembling hands, he held a Xun made of bones, put it to his mouth, and played the sad Xun song. The whimpering sound was like the cry of his mother. In this tragic battlefield, he was closely related to the people of that tribe.
The murmured sentences blended together, turning into a heart-wrenching sadness.
The sad moans floated with the wind, melted into the snow on the ground, and soaked in the blood of the tribe. On this battlefield, every Wushan tribesman who heard it burst into tears.
Su Ming's body was trembling. This was not the first time he heard Xun music, but it had never been like this before. It made him shed tears and made his heart seem to be penetrated and lost, making him a careless person.
All that remains are the scars all over his body and the endless sorrow.
In his ears, in addition to the sad music, there was also the roar of self-destruction from time to time. Each roar represented that this barbarian of the same race chose to explode with blood lines.
"On the Huangquan Road, don't leave me alone!" Su Ming smiled miserably and punched out, knocking away an Wushan enemy in front of him. He also spat out a mouthful of blood. When he turned around, he saw the big tree not far away.
Below, a tribesman plays Xun music before death.
Although the eyes of that tribesman were dim, they were bright. He played the xun music, and the blood on his hands was stained on the bone xun, but it could not cover up the voice that belonged to him, the sadness that belonged to him, and the xun that belonged to him.
His farewell.
This was the last Xun music he played for his people in his life. This time, he used his life to play the Xun music...
The moment Su Ming closed his eyes and looked away, his pupils suddenly shrank. He saw in another direction, in front of Beiling, three big men from the Montenegrin tribe. In their ferocity and excitement, they forced Beiling to retreat.
Finally, Beiling's bow was broken. There were many wounds on his body, especially his chest, which was filled with a lot of blood. His face was pale, and he was holding a bone knife in his hand, with perseverance.
With tragic and crazy fighting.
He couldn't retreat. Behind him were his tribesmen. Even though the tribesmen were shrouded in the light of the beast, he couldn't retreat either. The one closest to him was a woman. The woman was looking at Beiling with tears in her eyes.
Looking at his trembling body and his mountain-like back.
This woman was Chen Xin. She seemed to be shouting something, telling Beiling something. Su Ming was far away and he couldn't hear it, but he could see the look in Chen Xin's eyes, looking towards Beiling.
The tenderness hidden in time.
She liked Beiling. At this moment, she was even more sure of her thoughts. She liked... him.
Tears flowed from the corners of her eyes. When she saw Beiling trembling, one of the three black mountain men in front of him suddenly approached with a fierce smile, and a bone knife in his hand went straight to Beiling's head like lightning. At that moment, Chen Xin
Letting out a shrill scream, she... rushed out.
Beiling laughed miserably. He was now too exhausted to bear it. He had been fighting to the death since last night. He knew that he could not escape. Just when he was about to self-destruct, he saw Chen Xin hugging him.
"Forget it, since you are here, come with me..." Just when Beiling was about to close his eyes and explode his blood line, suddenly the sky and the earth roared, and a sound shook the surroundings, making everyone, including the fighting Montenegro, nervous.
A shocking sound suddenly echoed across the world.
But he saw a red spear rushing straight in front of Beiling at an unbelievable speed. The spear revealed an extremely strong Xiaosha, and with a sense of madness, it turned into
A huge red eagle that everyone could see crossed Beiling in an instant, and directly penetrated the chest of the Montenegrin man who was about to drop his sword in front of him, killing him with a bang.
He was nailed to the snow. At the same time, a wave of air exploded in all directions, and the big man's body suddenly exploded and turned into flesh and blood.
The other two big men from Montenegro trembled and couldn't help but step back a few steps, each spitting out blood. At the same time, a lightning-like figure suddenly jumped over and stood in front of Beiling, replacing
Everything in the pupils of his eyes!
This scene, this back view, set off a huge wave in Beiling's heart the moment it appeared. He was familiar with this scene. In the Fengzhen tribe, he had experienced this scene. He had seen a person standing in this way.
In front of Bei Ling, even though the two people looked different in appearance and body shape, at this moment, in Beiling's eyes, they... overlapped.
"Su...Ming..." Beiling looked in disbelief. He froze there. He understood everything...
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I don’t know if anyone has heard of Xun music. It is a very ancient musical instrument. I remember that it only has five sounds, so it sounds very sad. It happens that the book review area can add a video, so I found one for everyone. It is in the book review area.
There may be better ones here, but I didn't find them.