Su Ming held a spear and walked at the front of the crowd, and behind him was a clansman who had no protection from the barbarians, and there was ...... inside There are no old people.

There is still more than half of the road ahead, but Su Ming's footsteps are becoming more and more steady, in this jungle, there is too much blood of the Wushan tribe, leaving behind the souls of those dead.

Now, the barbarians who can continue to fight, except for Su Ming and Lei Chen, only have mountain marks. As for the patriarch and Nansong, with the support of the clansmen, they were constantly healing their wounds while hurrying, and they were anxious in their hearts to recover as quickly as possible.

And Bei Ling completely lost the qualification to fight, he lost an arm, and a lot of blood flowed out, if it weren't for Chenxin at this moment, he would have already fallen.

At this moment, the mountain scar is also covered with blood, and in silence, he is at the back of the tribe, his expression is sometimes in a trance, there is complexity in it, and there is an indescribable thought, whenever this thought is revealed, he will hold his chest deadly.

It was as if there was a force there that could support him and keep going.

In the sky, the battle between Ah Gong Mosang and Montenegro Bitu turned into a roaring sound, which lasted for a long time, until the night passed, until the sky was bright, and the battle continued, as if, between the two, there was no end.

Because of the ravines of the earth, because of the monstrous curtain of light, because of the brute art of the Nansong sacrifice life and actual combat, all these kinds of things have bought a lot of time for the migration of the tribe.

At dawn, the current Wushan tribesmen were exhausted, they had walked for two nights in a row, in this cold, they seemed to not be able to hold on for long, but they still gritted their teeth and migrated as fast as they could.

The sky was already bright, and the sun was shining on the earth, falling on the people in the jungle, a little warm, but the snow on the earth was bitingly cold.

"According to our speed, we can reach the Fengzhen tribe by this time tomorrow!"

"There's one last day!" Lei Chen clenched his fists.

"It's not a day, it's half a day!" Su Ming was silent for a moment, and as he walked, he spoke hoarsely.

Hearing that Su Ming was finally no longer silent, Lei Chen secretly breathed a sigh of relief, he was very worried that Su Ming was in that silent state.

"Tonight, you should be able to enter the sphere of influence of Fengzhen Budi, and it will be much safer to leave this jungle. Su Ming said calmly.

"I hope this day can be safe......" Lei Chen glanced back at the clansmen, looking at their tired appearance, he sighed in his heart, he looked at Su Ming in front of him again, his thin back, at this moment he had an illusion like a mountain ridge.

An hour passed slowly, and a faint voice came from the crowd, which was firm and fluttering.

"Su Ming, let me stay. ”

The person who spoke was the willow flute, who had been seriously injured and played a dead song, and he was taken away by the clansmen, but now, he could not continue, and he did not want to drag down the clansmen.

Struggling to stand up, Liu Di looked ahead and stopped looking at Su Ming, who was looking at him, with a smile on his face, walked to the big tree on the side, leaned on it and sat down, pulling the wounds on his body, and blood flowed out again.

"You ...... Let's go..."The willow flute took out the bone and put it to his mouth, as if to blow music, but he had no strength to look at the sky and wait for death to come.

Su Ming was silent, he also closed his eyes but soon opened them, he didn't speak, but took a deep look at Liu Di, turned around and took the clansmen, and continued to move forward.

Along the way, a few more clansmen smiled and stayed, unwilling to drag the clansmen down. Among them, Beiling also wanted to do the same, but in Chenxin's crying and forcibly carrying it, the words could not be spoken.

The gap head also woke up on the way, although he lost both legs, but he still had the strength to fight, in the back of a clansman, he did not stay, but prepared to blow up the blood line of the eighth layer of his own blood condensation, leaving it to the enemy who could chase him at any time.

Su Ming has been silent, for every clansman who wants to stay, he didn't stop it, but his hand is getting tighter and tighter, he knows that Ah Gong handed over the Wushan Department to himself, so that he can take them to safety, he must finish.

When the sky on this day slowly entered the dusk, Su Ming's heart that had always been carried was faintly relaxed, and they walked out of this vast jungle and walked to the vast plain that belonged to the Fengzhen tribe, which was much safer than the jungle, after all, this place was the Fengzhen range, if the Black Mountain Department broke in without a summoning order, Fengzhen would never allow it.

After all the clansmen of the Osan tribe entered this plain, the patriarch and Nansong also resumed some cultivation, and it seemed that all disasters were about to pass.

But at this moment, suddenly the whole earth shook faintly, the center of this shaking should be far away, but its intensity, even if it was transmitted here, still made people feel it clearly.

"The seal of the barbarian prince has broken ......" Nan Song closed his eyes, opened them after a while, and slowly spoke.

As his words came out, the people of the Osan tribe became nervous again.

"At the speed of the Montenegrin department, it will take some time for them to chase the soil...... But we must be able to catch up before we reach the Fengzhen tribe.

If we bet that the Black Mountain Department would not dare to set foot in this Fengzhen Plain, we would not be able to ignore our lives..."Nan Song said softly.

"We can't afford to gamble. Su Ming stopped, looked at the dark jungle behind him, turned his head to look at the patriarch who had regained some cultivation, and looked at his whole body, as if he had lost a lot of flesh and blood. Patriarch, there are a lot of people left along the way, I didn't lose my care, that's their choice... Now, it's time for me to stay. Su Ming said, walking towards the back of the crowd.

Patriarch Wushan, this forty-year-old man, looked at Su Ming, this ding, he didn't care too much about Lasu in the past, gave him a deep shock, he sighed lightly and nodded.

"I'll stay too. Lei Chen didn't hesitate, walked out, and stood by Su Ming's side.

Su Ming looked at him, and he also looked at Su Ming, grinning.

"You said that I can't die first, I have to die, and we brothers close our eyes together. ”

"I'll stay too. Nan Song took a deep breath, his old face was now more wrinkled, and it was a gray state, but it was faintly sickly ruddy.

"And me!" said the head of the lost legs, and now he spoke in a deep voice.

"I'll stay too!" Bei Ling turned his head, looked at Su Ming without looking at Chenxin's tears, and said firmly.

"Om, you can't stay, the safety of the clansmen still needs you to help the patriarch save his life... And when you reach the Fengzhen tribe safely, you still have to teach those Lasu bow and arrow techniques...... "The one who speaks is the mountain mark."

This man who has always been silent walked out of the crowd, he usually doesn't say much, but at this moment, he is undoubtedly decisive.

"As for you, Beiling ......" Shan Scar walked to Beiling's side, and his expression was complicated again.

"Uncle Shanji, I ......" Bei Ling was about to speak, but at this moment, he saw that Shanji's right hand was suddenly raised, and a slash on Bei Ling's neck immediately stopped Bei Ling's words, and the whole person fell into a coma.

"You are the hope of the future of the tribe, you can't go...... I stay. Shan Scar said calmly, walked towards Nansong, stood there and looked at the familiar faces in the tribe, and lowered his head for a long time.

The Wushan patriarch was silent, stepped forward, and took out a small baby's fist-sized beast bone from his arms, the color of this beast bone was very white, and it looked very ordinary, and handed this bone to Su Ming.

"Holding it, this bone is a pair, it has a wonderful effect, and when its color turns red, it means that we have reached the wind and are safe. ”

Su Ming took it silently and put it in his arms cherishedly.

The Wushan patriarch took a deep look at the few people left behind, sighed lightly, turned around and took the clansmen, and walked firmly in the direction of Fengzhen to the ordinary clansmen of the Wushan tribe, and they did not lose much, but the scenes they saw along the way made everyone look back at the four figures standing there while walking, and the tears couldn't be stopped.

I don't know who was the first to wave his hand, and soon, all the clansmen, in those tears, waved goodbye to Su Ming and the four people, they knew that these four people may not be able to live, and they, like those clansmen who sacrificed, were ready to use their lives to build the last flesh and blood barrier to protect the clansmen.

"Brother Su Ming. In the middle of the crowd, a childish voice came out, but I saw that the little girl named Tongtong ran out, and Su Ming took a few steps forward, squatted down, and touched the little girl's somewhat dry hair.

"Brother Su Ming, when everything is over, Ah Gong will also come back, at that time, can you help Tongtong get Pippi back. ”

Su Ming smiled on his face, kissed the little girl's forehead, and nodded.

The little girl smiled sweetly, looked at Su Ming, and suddenly whispered in her ear.

"Brother Su Ming, I have a secret, I don't even know Grandma and Abba, Pippi doesn't know, you must come back, when you come back, I will tell you this secret. The little girl said, biting her lip, holding back the tears, and turned to run towards the crowd.

Su Ming watched her enter the crowd, waved to herself, and gradually followed the clansmen away, and the smile on her face slowly put away.

There was silence all around, and the moon in the sky slowly became clearer, and the moon, tonight, was a full moon...... The round moon, hanging high in the sky, merged with the stillness of the earth, and seemed to be slaughtered.

The moonlight, which is also much brighter than before, sprinkled on this plain, reflects the shadows of the four people, and in the loneliness, there is determination.

Su Ming sat down cross-legged, next to him was Lei Chen, and in front of them was Nan Song, who was closed. As for the mountain mark, it was not far away, sitting there alone, looking at the sky, not knowing what to write.

"Lei Chen, sit behind me, your cultivation is insufficient, and the battle will not be fierce, let me borrow your blood and blood, and I can also keep you safe. Nan Song spoke slowly.

Lei Chen didn't hesitate, he immediately got up and came to Nan Song, sitting cross-legged behind him, and he didn't know what tricks Nan Song used, but he saw a piece of blood light appear on the two of them, enveloping the two of them.

After that, no one spoke, they were waiting, waiting for the arrival of the pursuers of the Black Mountain Division. Su Ming sat silently, grabbed the snow on the ground with his left hand, cleaned the palm of his left hand without wounds, and made his left hand very clean, then took out a vial from his arms, poured out a blood-colored pill, held it in his left hand, and closed his eyes.

Time passed slowly, and two hours later, when the moon in the sky reached its thickest concentration, Su Ming, who closed his eyes, felt that the blood in his body seemed to be boiling.

"They're coming!" Nansong began.

Su Ming opened his eyes violently.