Beseech The Devil

    One stroke, each time Su Ming's right hand lifted up, the index finger draws, while his nothingness in front of him will have one layer layer barrier, disappearing one layer.

    I don't know how long it took, Su Ming's to paint the sword's movements like a copy, slowing down from the beginning.

    A stroke of painting, as time passed, Su Ming did not know how many pens he had drawn and how many scripts he had copied.

    Although he does not know the specifics, he knows that each pen he draws looks the same, but it actually differs. If he draws a thousand strokes, it is different if he draws After ten thousand pens, it is different!

    But he never found the kind of sadness that Sima Xin had when he waved the sword, and he couldn't seem to blend with this painting.

    The natural law contained in this sword makes Su Ming more and more want to draw, the more it feels that it is ever-changing, it seems to be inorganic, it is difficult to fully understand it, and the right index finger is used as a pen to draw it completely.

    He knows that it is very difficult for him to fully understand the energy of heaven and earth contained in this sword in a short time. Therefore, he does not want to do it all at once, but every copy is taken. the difference.

    Gradually, as time passed, Su Ming slowly felt the innumerable layers of invisible barriers between the front and the coming red sword, and then dissipated one layer.

    With the disappearance of the barrier, Su Ming's body is slowly getting closer to the red sword.

    Su Ming's looks calm, but the bone eyes are empty, it seems to have lost the soul, or it seems that his soul has been integrated into his right index finger, and with the stroke of the pen, it has spread out in this world. Let's feel the strange changes in the underworld of the heavens and the earth.

    One stroke, one painting, the invisible barrier disappeared, Su Ming's body slowly walked forward, and without taking a step, he would draw a lot of pens, making the barrier disappear more.

    However, he clearly knows that today's self can only come out of the shape of the sword, not its soul. Even if he draws with his own soul, he can't feel the grief because of his grief.

    "sad……"Su Ming murmured, his right hand was painted in front of him, he could find his own sorrow, and he could find Wushan's sorrow, but these sorrows seemed to lack something and could not be integrated into this painting.

    "There is a vicissitude of years…"When Su Ming had already walked to the red sword that came in the air, the distance from the sword seemed to be less than a few feet, and Su Ming's body was a bit of a clear comprehension.

    "In my case, there is such a person who has the most vicissitudes of this age…"Su Ming bowed his head and his right eye gradually became bloody and became the Wushan Blood Moon.

    "He is a god, how can he cry alone?"Su Ming murmured, closed his eyes, and the right index finger lifted up unconsciously, and then squatted in front of him. The tilt was, if it was painted on paper, it might be just a horizontal tattoo, but it was simple. A single horizontal pattern contains a kind of change in the world that makes people look after the movement.

    At the moment, it was painted in the void, the sound of the broken ears, Su Ming and the red sword, and the last layer of the invisible barrier, when it was painted by Su Ming, broke.

    At the moment of its disappearance, Su Ming raised his right hand again, and there was no invisible barrier between him and him. On the red sword that came from him, he drew a finger.

    This stroke is just a horizontal pattern, but this horizontal pattern looks like a stroke, but in fact it is thousands of strokes, Su Ming Linyi's sword track, the most peak.

    At the moment of this falling, beside him (Baidu asks the devil to play quickly, the official book of the ear-book fans yy: 3943), there are a lot of horizontal stripes that he painted before, such as the one outlined by graffiti Pens and pens, all of which are not visible at this moment, because they are painted by Su Ming and can only be seen by Su Ming.

    At the moment, these countless strokes, in a moment of motion, are simply condensed in front of Su Ming. The last stroke he painted, like overlapping, thousands of pens are superimposed together, which finally formed this Su Ming sentiment. Up to now, the most powerful strokes that can be drawn, the trajectory of this sword and the earth.

    At the moment of this horizontal pattern, the world is rumbled, and it seems to have a squeaking sound. The world in front of his eyes is broken like a mirror. It seems that after being scraped off by one layer, the sound of the sound echoes. Come, there is a sharp whistling from the sky.

    The surroundings have completely recovered as usual, and the time seems to be stuck in the moment before Su Ming's sentiment, and at this moment, the same is true with the recovery.

    As before, everything is an illusion.

    Su Ming's look has a sigh, his right hand is lifted at this moment, and he is still in the strange world, drawing the final stroke.

    In front of him, the sound of the whistling of the sharp is the red sword of Sima Xin. This sword is now rewinding. In the air, it is impossible to maintain the shape of the sword and directly become a large red. Light, back to stand there, unbelievable, looking at his own Sima Xin behind Seven Colored Mountain with a stunned look.

    Sima Xin has a shortness of breath. At this moment, all the people who wait and see, (Baidu asks for the magic to play quickly, the official book of the ear-book fans yy: 3943) also look at Su Ming one by one, there is shock in the eyes, there is also a loss.

    At the moment of their talents, they saw with their own eyes that when the red sword slammed into Su Ming's moment, Su Ming had no reaction, but when the sword approached less than ten feet, Su Ming suddenly raised his head and raised his right hand. It seems to be a gentle wave toward the coming red sword.

    But under this wave, it was in the middle of Su Ming and the red sword. The world was twisted. Many people didn’t see it too much, and there was a banging echo. The red sword sent out the whistling of the sharp, not even The enemy is rewinding, and ultimately it is difficult to maintain the sword shape!

    You know, this is the Man-God Transformation by Sima Xin!

    After a short silence, the sound of screams screamed, and the road looked at Su Ming's eyes, and was astonished, as if at this moment, they had re-acquainted the strange face in front of them.

    Sima Xin was short of breath. Although he didn't have a wound, it was only then that Su Ming's understatement shook his red sword down, which shocked his life.

    He understands the power of his Man-God Transformation, but it is because of understanding that the heart is accelerating at this moment, and his face is unbelievable.

    "That's impossible!" He is not a strong Bone Sacrifice, how can it be so easy to wave out my feelings…and alsoAnd the method of confrontation that he only exerted…"Sima Xin can't believe everything he sees, especially Su Ming's swinging movement, which makes him feel familiar.

    The moment of the saga, the looming grief made him feel shocked.

    On the Fourth Peak, wearing the red robe's left-handed, now the eyes of the eyes have a bright light, look a very dignified step, carefully look at Su Ming on the battlefield.

    "Create…"The left teacher murmured, his eyes have not been recovered for a long time.

    On the rest of the peaks of Sky Cold Sect earth, there are also many old people who don’t go down the mountain on weekdays. At this moment, they are staring at each other. The battle of Su Ming’s last moment is enough to make them feel excited.

    On Eight Peak, the long-haired woman who was always sitting on the raised platform, raised her right hand at the moment, and pulled the blue silk under her ear. When she put it down, she gently stroked her hand in front of her, the one she drew. The arc is curved and looks a bit like the horizontal stripes painted by Su Ming.

    It is not external similarity, but the charm contained in it. There is a similarity. Even when she draws it, there is also a distortion in front of her. It seems to be a simple imitation of Su Ming's action, not awkward, her This finger draws, but it lacks the feeling of vicissitudes and sorrows.

    "A very meaningful one…What about Ninth Peak…"The woman smiled slightly.

    Under Heavenly Gate, in midair, Su Ming’s face disappeared and he was calm again, but his heart was shocked at the moment, but while his mind was recovering, a sharp pain came out of his body, making Su Ming The complexion is pale, squirting a large mouthful of blood, and the body is retreat a few steps.

    This kind of pain is not transmitted from a certain part of his body, but his whole body, every inch of flesh and blood, every inch of bones, and even the veins of the body and the internal organs and internal organs are now suffering from severe pain.

    This kind of pain came very suddenly, as if Su Ming's body was in a state of being, because of some movements, thus exceeding the limits of its body, causing signs of exhaustion of the body and the five internal organs.

    When Su Ming's body receded, Hanshan Bell, not far away, had covered the stick insect and covered it inside. The Hanshan Bell shrank and eventually re-formed the size of the bell and flew to Su Ming. It fell in the hands of Su Ming's.

    The cicadas came out of the bell, and the vibrating bell trembled in Su Ming's hand, as if the trapped barn was struggling wildly.

    This Hanshan Bell, Su Ming is not completely mastered after all. Although it can be taken away at will, but in its power, it can only be used as a sound wave, and it can be used to carry out some seals as before.

    Not far from the Sima Xin, in see Su Ming gush out of the blood (Baidu seek magic bar fast hand, ear fan official yy:3943), look this has some ease, no longer as before the shock, if Su Ming really random can scatter his man-god Transformation first move without the slightest injury, he Sima Xin will immediately turn around and go back to his first Peak retreat to avoid Su Ming.

    But at the moment, Sima Xin regained confidence after Su Ming's blood spouted.

    He stared at Su Ming, breathes deeply, his look had never been suffocating, his right hand slowly lifted up, pointing to the sky like a five fingers.

    "If you can take my last form, I will see you Su Ming from now on, and bow down immediately!"Sima Xin decided to open the mouth, and the five fingers were in the air.

    In the blink of an eye, on the Land of South Morning, there are dozens of tribes, and Sima Xin’s sons of Barbarian Seed, like Fang Mu, have fallen in the same place at the same time. Lost consciousness.

    "Barbarian Seed, unintentional Dafa!"Sima Xin has no wind and no wind, and the eyes are full of light. The arms are stretched out, and the whole person looks in the air, and the demon is different!