The Lingfan Treasure Inkstone, which was hundreds of zhang in size, directly swept violently, as if it was a heavenly dragon roaring, carrying a terrifying power that even this heaven and earth could not bear, and directly under the gaze of all the eyes, it slammed into the huge cyan wind Jiao that shrouded it.

Boom!

The moment the two collided, a low, deafening loud sound also resounded directly and suddenly, and then, an indescribable storm of wind raged wildly, and the huge cyan battle platform was directly shaken out of the subtle cracks at this moment.

The battle platform here is obviously made of a special immortal crystal material, which is extremely strong, even if it is a master who has passed the middle stage of the Upper God Realm, it is difficult to cause any damage to it if he bombards it with all his might, but at the moment, Xiao Huiming and Lan Qingfeng's attack collided, but it shook out one crack after another. It can be seen from this that how strong the terrifying impact is.

"Whew!"

The frightened wind raged suddenly, and the cyan wind Jiao erupted into a terrible scream, and the originally dazzling cyan light was completely suppressed by the colorful light at this moment.

Seeing this, Lan Qingfeng's face couldn't help but change slightly.

Sou!

But Xiao Huiming's face was still calm, and he saw a move in his palm, a push, and the huge Lingfan Bao Yan, as if it had spirituality, made a big circle in the sky, and then, again, the colorful light bloomed dazzlingly, towards the place of the wind Jiao, and rushed away fiercely.

Boom!

The pale cyan wind Jiao, finally unable to withstand the terrifying power of the Lingfan Bao Yan, was directly blown away, between the cyan light flickering, the wind Jiao also suddenly burst open, a faint cyan light shot back, directly turned into a light cyan brush, and slowly fell into the hands of Lan Qingfeng.

Lan Qingfeng held the wind spirit paintbrush tightly in his palm, but the extremely terrifying power that slowly passed over from it was still shocking, and he retreated several zhang one after another, before he hurriedly used the spiritual power around his body to resist all the power.

He slowly lowered his head, and saw that on the wind spirit brush, there was a trace of fierce aura at this moment, that kind of deep and inexplicable aura, as if he wanted to directly erode the entire Feng Spirit brush.

"Hmph, you want to destroy my ancestral painting artifact?"

Lan Qingfeng snorted coldly, the surging spiritual power in his body was directly poured into it like a tide, and the brush vibrated slightly, which was to disperse all the inexplicable aura that had eroded, and immediately, he also raised his head sharply and looked forward.

There, Xiao Huiming stood quietly in the air, the huge Lingfan Treasure inkstone, glowing with a little light, quietly suspended in the sky above his head, on the huge inkstone, at this moment it exuded an endless fierce aura, just like a gathering of demon gods.

"What a painting and growth artifact!"

High in the sky, the deans of many academies looked at the Lingfan Treasure Inkstone, and their hearts were slightly shocked, they could naturally feel how terrifying the amazing and ferocious power on the Lingfan Treasure Inkstone was. From this point of view, this side is a very mysterious jade inkstone, obviously it has a lot of origin, and that kind of ancient and vast feeling is not an ordinary painting artifact at all, which can be compared.

It's just that at the moment, this Lingfan Treasure Inkstone seems to be in a semi-sealed state, otherwise, I'm afraid that Lan Qingfeng's painting Dao artifact Wind Spirit Brush will inevitably be extremely seriously eroded.

In the viewing area outside the battle platform, the countless academies were all amazed, and it was worthy of being able to bombard the top nine teams all the way out from the countless painting teams, which was really terrifying, this level of confrontation, at their age, horror was already the top duel.

"No wonder even Phantom Sea Tianyou is very jealous of you..."

In the cyan battle platform, Lan Qingfeng's eyes stared at Xiao Huiming tightly, his eyes were cold, as sharp as a blade, and then his palm slowly clenched the wind spirit brush, and his originally plain face was finally completely solemn at this moment, because he knew very well that if he wanted to truly defeat Xiao Huiming, then, I'm afraid this time he had to play his hole cards without reservation.

Call!

Lan Qingfeng took a deep breath, and in an instant, his cold eyes turned out to be at this moment, gradually showing a light green color, and the originally transparent spiritual power around his body also became a dark green, under his control, like a surging river, it suddenly swept out, and in the blink of an eye, it directly covered this piece of heaven and earth.

Those dark green spiritual powers, in the void, slowly diffused and rolled gently, like a huge river, quietly flowing in the air, but it was this inexplicable silence that made the faces of those students who had a lot of vicious eyesight couldn't help but change.

Because, even they felt a slight chilling fluctuation of their skin, spreading little by little in the sky.

Those pale cyan spiritual powers, as if they were made up of endless sharp blades, exuded an indescribable sharpness, and even the space began to distort slightly between the flow of pale cyan spiritual power.

At the same time, a strong sense of spiritual power oppression gradually spread.

Everyone outside the field, after feeling the oppression of that inexplicably strong spiritual power, they all smacked their tongues slightly, this level of spiritual power strength has definitely passed the early stage of the Upper God Realm, this blue breeze is really strong.

"Huiming, you are indeed very strong!"

Lan Qingfeng's body slowly rose into the air, he was in the extremely majestic cyan spiritual power, his dark green eyes stared at Xiao Huiming from afar, and in the pupils of those eyes, it seemed that there was a wind curling shape.

"So, in order to show my importance to you, I will use the painting power of our Xuanling Ancient Clan to defeat you. ”

Xiao Huiming's inky eyes were also staring at Lan Qingfeng from afar, at this moment, he could also feel the extremely sharp fluctuations rippling behind Lan Qingfeng, and those pale cyan spiritual powers, as if they were swords that had just come out of their sheaths, directly spread out in the sky, covering all corners of this space.

The spiritual power cultivated by this Lan Qingfeng is actually very different from ordinary spiritual power, and it seems that the spiritual power he cultivates is also different from the strength of ordinary spiritual power.