Pursuit of the Truth

Two completely different people, two completely different names, two completely different lives.

Just like two lines that never have contacts, even if they are going in one direction, they will never touch. This is before the battle of Tianzong Zong, Su Ming and Sima Xin.

Even when the two had just shot, even the outsiders saw the strange similarity, and never existed. With the two men’s shots, gradually, it can be said that the two of them were the last to discover this.

The waiters around them, in the continuation of seeing this battle, the feeling of similarity is getting stronger and stronger.

A thunder and a cold ice look different, but one is a full-body lightning walk, and the other is a snow outside the body. Maybe it’s just that there’s nothing like this, but then, when the little blue sword touches the ice gun, the similar feeling of the god’s black armor and the crystal ice armor , already has a budding.

Until Sima Xin took out the round bottle and released a very rare, very rare human being, the wolf of the spirit of the soul, Su Ming’s body, and the wind flew out, this similar Feeling, the moment has reached a certain height.

The higher peak of this similarity is that when Su Ming took out the Lingling San, and Sima Xin released the strange stick insect in the mouth, facing the two different legal things, the two had similar looks and Breath, at that moment, it seems to fuse all the similarities before, completely broke out, causing even outsiders can detect it... similar!

The bell echoed around. At this moment, the dark, only the finger-sized stick insect, the body rewinded and retreated, but the speed of its retreat was significantly slower, and it was even more swaying. Because it is too fast, because of the echo of the mountain clock, it has set off a rebound that makes it barely bearable.

Looking at the rewinding of the worm, watching it is just a matter of time, it seems to be coming back. This scene makes Su Ming move, he suppresses other emotions, he knows the power of the 邯山钟, especially The impact, the kind of rebound, even if he can not bear, but this snake, there are signs of recovery.

Su Ming’s eyes flashed, and he knew that he could not let the snake recover. Otherwise, this thing alone would have a great impact on him. It was almost the moment when the little snake retreated, Su Ming’s right hand raised to the small The snake pointed at one finger, and at the same time he took a big step forward.

This step fell, his body immediately stood above the retreating snake, and then in the hands of Su Ming, Lushan bells like a bell, like a huge cover, went straight to the snake directly covered past.

In the distance, Simaxin, under the power of the spirit of the spirit, had to cut off some of his blood and blood. At this moment, his face was pale, although he did not spurt blood like Su Ming, but it was obviously weak. Seeing Su Ming’s move, Sima Xin immediately showed his anger.

He galloped forward, his mouth whispered, his right hand went further to the back of the void, and immediately the colorful mountains that floated in the distance, suddenly burst into a glaring colorful light, the **** the colorful mountain, now exclaimed After a quick flight, there was a floating ribbon under his feet, holding his body.

Since the fight with Su Ming, Sima Xin has finally used his strongest magic weapon, Colorful Mountain!

"Su Ming, you dare to move my treasure snake!" Sima Xin looked stunned, and his right hand was swaying under the emptiness. In the light of the colorful mountains, the red light suddenly brightened from other glare, as it was from the colorful. Please come out in general, as its light shines, the colorful mountains look like this color.

"Amazing change, colorful, red-red!" Sima Xin's face was bulging, and his body became red in an instant, especially the right hand. At this moment, the five claws are curved, red and enchanting, and floating toward it. The colorful mountains filled with red and mans are caught in the air.

Under this catch, the red mans of the colorful mountains, (Baidu asks the devil to play, the ear of the book fans official yy: 3943) immediately if the fog is boiling, the change of light and dark, under the flash, this mountain humming, large red Mang looked far away, such as directly sucked away by Sima Xin's right hand, a large number of cohesive in the right hand of Sima Xin, and turned into a red red sword.

The sword is seven feet long. The whole body is stained with blood, and it reveals an astonishing sorrow. It was taken in the hands of Sima Xin and slammed toward Su Ming!

Under this shackle, there seems to be a darkness in the surrounding world. A repression has suddenly spread. The people around us have a feeling of suffocation even at this moment. Like this new sword, it **** away all the places. Breath of breath.

A sorrow that is enough to affect emotions, with this sword, pervaded all directions.

"I didn't have it before I was born..." A sorrowful word snarled from Sima Xinkou of the sword. His look seemed to melt with the sword. In a word, a sword!

At the moment when the sword fell, the face of the cold scorpion on the third peak was immediately pale, and the woman with the egg-shaped face next to it was also taking a deep breath. He actually showed a great change! ”

On the fourth peak, the left-winged teacher in the red robe saw the scene and his eyes narrowed.

"It seems that this is the first form of change, he has already realized."

Every mountain, but who understands the meaning of this sword, (Baidu asks the devil to play, the ear of the book fan official yy: 3943) at this moment are all gazing away, on the ninth peak, the evil spirits do not know when I added a gourd, took a sip on my mouth, shook my head, and I was scorned.

"There is a change of the gods... It is also used to change this universe! I will one day know what the world is, what is the real change of the gods! But this magical power is displayed by Sima Xiaozi, but there are some changes that belong to it. He..." The evil spirits did not seem to care about how Su Ming faced the stunned sword at the moment, but drank the wine and said the words that could not be heard by others except himself.

Like he has confidence, Su Ming, can resist this sword!

Also on the ninth peak, the two brothers who bent over and continued to plant a few flowers and plants on the ice, now holding the right hand of flowers and plants, looked up and looked at the distant world.

"Little brother, this is a rare life... a **** change... Tian Hanzong created, the strongest method! The world paints, first Linyi, and the rear can be homemade." The two brothers stared into the distance, muttered to himself .

Under the Tianmen, the land of the Hanzong Jiufeng Center, the battle between Su Ming and Sima Xin, has already caught the attention of more people around the world, especially when Sima Xin launched a savage change, and took out the red awns from the colorful mountains. When the momentum of the bow of the blood-stained sword was made, it was the highest peak in this battle.

A sword red mans, with a strange sound in the whistling, such as countless people crying in the snoring, the sound condensed together, it became this red sword, when the sky broke, the sound of the sound.

Su Ming's look is calm, revealing a dignified, Sima Xin's powerful, he has long known, although he is now different from the original, but there is still some distance between Sima Xin.

Not to say anything else, just the sword of Sima Xin at the moment, let Su Ming have a sense of irresistible, he echoed the words of Sima Xin muttering in his ear, and the sword merged with this sword. It contains a kind of change between heaven and earth, a change far beyond the understanding of Su Ming.

It is this kind of change, such as the rot of the magic, (Baidu asks the devil to play, the ear of the book fan official yy: 3943) to turn this ordinary sword movement into the irresistible Su Ming.

Not to mention the sword itself, it is the treasure of the Simaxin colorful mountain. It has its own great power, and it is combined with this sacred god, and the power formed is analyzed by Su Ming. This sword is enough to kill all the barbarians under the sacrifice.

Even the strongman of the sacrifice of the bones, it is difficult to resist the face of this sword, but Su Mingxiu is not a sacrifice, can only analyze, can not be determined.

At the moment when the sword came, Su Ming glanced at him. He knew that only the Lushan Bell might be able to confront this sword, but if he was to fight with the Lushan Bell at this moment, he would not be able to cover it and look back. Stick insects.

If the worm is restored to speed and awake, then this battle will be completely passive for Su Ming, but if you don’t let go of this stick, facing Sima Xin’s sword, Su Ming’s pupil shrinks. He sighed, and was about to give up the stick that made him feel very strange, but at this moment, Su Ming’s eyes moved.

He looked at the sword in the sky. The speed of this sword was so slow and slow. This slow, extremely sudden, and even more strange, the slowness of the sword was not noticed by the people around him. When he was subconsciously looking around for the first four weeks, he was surprised to find that all the operations in this world have slowed down at the same time.

It seems that there is a silent and uninterrupted coming, and this time controls the flow of time here.

"This is created for the teacher. After a certain degree of creation, the change caused by the difference is different." It is similar to the boundary, but it is different. It seems to be an instant thing for outsiders, but in In your current state, you can be a lot slower.

You have enough time to remember this sword and to understand the changes in this sword... Find it out, and then go straight to pick up the sword of Sima Xiaoer. ”

Su Ming looks a little weird, watching people who have been slowed down countless times, watching the red-red sword scatter red light in the air, and slowly squat.

He didn't know how the evil spirits were done, but he wanted to come to this place in the cold, and it would take a lot of effort to do so in the attention of many people.

For the kindness of the Master, Su Ming has more warmth in his heart. For the ninth peak, the feeling of home is also more.

He knew that at the moment it was not the time of emotion, looking at the red sword that slowly fell under the sky, Su Ming’s eyes gradually became empty... His right hand was raised, the index finger was a pen, and it seemed to outline the sword. Track.