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Chapter 91 Funeral Song
"Who is he!! There is no one in Wushan tribe with 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 came out, he went straight to the big man. With the big man's unbelievable look on his face, Su Ming's right hand directly pierced through the blood mist at the fastest speed and hit the ground. 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 person 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 Montenegrin tribe all watched 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 at the same time! !
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. He punched away!
"Those who slaughter my people, kill!!" Another punch.
"Those who kill my group, kill!!" It was 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 seemed to be no longer a boy under 17 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 never end!
The sudden appearance of barbarians from the Black Mountain tribe made this war even more brutal. There were not many barbarians from the Black Mountain tribe, and they were smaller in number than the Black Mountain tribe. But at this moment, every tribesman from the Black Mountain tribe was there. In persistence, in order to protect their homeland, to protect their people, and for their tribe, they will give anything!
Death, what does it mean?Fighting for home, fighting for tribe, fighting for children, fighting for parents, this is the most brilliant moment in life!
The crowd, protected by the ray of light, began to cry in the silence, and the sound of crying echoed, mixed with calls.They are crying, for the son who protects them, for the father who protects them, for the barbarian who protects them, crying...
"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 pretty image, In the midst of crying, he murmured.
Their voices fused together and gradually turned into low-pitched sound waves, revealing a softness and sadness, but in that softness and sadness, there was an indescribable thought.
These few 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... they are watching you every year, every day..."
"I won't cry, I won't be sad, I won't be alone, I know you are there, watching me...I am happy..."
Those words gradually became louder and louder while crying. Those Wushan barbarians who fought bravely 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, we must fight to the end! !
Su Ming's body trembled, tears flowed from his eyes, his body was filled with blood, some of his own, but more of it belonged to the enemy.
He doesn't know fatigue, he doesn't know fear, what he knows is to fight to the death, when he can no longer move, when he is seriously injured, what he has to do is to blew himself up! !
"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 piercing 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. The music swirls 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 with the people of that tribe. The murmurs of each sentence blended together, turning into a heart-wrenching sadness.
The sad whine floats with the wind, melts into the snow on the ground, and is immersed in the blood of the tribe. On this battlefield, every Wushan tribe member who hears it sheds tears.
Su Ming's body trembled, this was not the first time he heard Xun Qu, but it had never been like this before, his tears flowed down, his heart seemed to be pierced and lost, and he became an unintentional person, All that survived were the scars all over his body and the endless sorrow.
In his ears, in addition to the sad music, there was also the occasional roar of self-destruction. Each roar represented that this barbarian of the same race had chosen to explode the bloodline.
"Huangquan Road, don't leave me alone!" Su Ming smiled miserably, and punched out an enemy from the Wushan tribe in front of him. Next, the clansmen who played the xun song before dying.
Although the eyes of that clansman were dim, they were bright. He played the xun, and the blood on his hands stained the xun made of bones, but it couldn't cover up the voice that belonged to him, the sadness that belonged to him, and the sound that belonged to him. his farewell.
This is the last Xun song he played for his people in his life. This time, he used his life to play the Xun song...
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, looking at 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. Hidden tenderness.
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 smiled 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. When he was about to self-destruct, he saw Chen Xin hugging him.
"Forget it, since you're here, come with me..." Just when Beiling was about to close his eyes and explode his blood line, suddenly the heaven and earth roared, and a sound shook the surroundings, making everyone, including the fighting Montenegro, nervous. A shocking sound suddenly echoed around 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 the Black Mountain tribe trembled, and couldn't help but take a few steps back, each spurting blood. At the same time, a lightning-like figure suddenly jumped up and stood in front of Beiling, replacing him. Everything in the pupils of its binoculars!
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 him, 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...
(End of this chapter)