The map of the wilderness is drawn with thousands of miles of mountains, endlessly, and the ink is swaying along the tip of the pen, revealing the ancient atmosphere of the wilderness. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info is now urged by the Dao pattern of painting, and the mountains are drawn, flying one after another, and they are suppressed by the Immortal Knife.

"Is this true!?" someone exclaimed, the peaks were so real that you could even see the grass and trees on them clearly. If this is the case, it will be terrible, and the power of writing will come true, and this power is incredible.

"It's not!"

There is an emperor who is knowledgeable, and he can see one or two: "It's not true, it's the gathering of energy, and then it is affected by the Dao pattern of painting, and it becomes as if it is real." This mountain does not have the real weight of a mountain, but the force of the bombardment is more terrifying than a real mountain. ”

"A painting is a magical power, this Wu Zidao...... If he is prepared, his combat strength will not be weaker than his master...... Maybe a head stronger. ”

This is by no means nonsense, just look at the first painting, the Thousands of Miles of Wilderness Map, and the power of the explosion is enough to make a Tribulation Period monk scramble. It is also the strength of the Dark Sword, which is amazing, like the King of Immovable Ming, holding the black knife of death to smash all the mountain peaks.

But this is just a painting, Wu Zidao came prepared, how could he be soft. Between the strokes of the brush, another painting is urged.

Thousands of miles of red flames, energy surged, turned into a round of scorching sun, rolling flames rushing. This is the inspiration he got from traveling the world and being in a hot place, and it is one of the series of Ten Thousand Miles Picture Scrolls, which corresponds to the power of fire.

The flames are difficult to crush with the sword, and the aura of death is convoluted, stirring the sky, and smashing all the flames that come to kill.

Wu Zidao stood in the void, the brush blade rolled, and the Dao pattern of painting spread out like ripples. Suddenly, the two paintings were moved at the same time.

Jin Ge Iron Horse Picture, Thousand Autumn Flying Snow Picture.

The energy and artistic conception are assimilated, evolving into the Northland Wasteland, flying snow in the sky, convoluting in all directions, and the spirit of Jin Ge Iron Horse soars to the sky, which actually evolves thousands of troops and horses, rushing out to kill.

Thousands of miles of wind rises, thousands of horses roll up Pinggang, those military horse soldiers, just like the imperial soldiers.

"Hundred Battles!"

Some imperial emperors exclaimed, although these centaurs couldn't see their faces clearly, and they were indeed not real lives, but looking at the momentum and aura, they looked exactly like the hundred battle army of the former leader of Ji Baizhan.

The artistic conception manipulates the evolution of energy to be real, and there is no need to explain it, and I know that this picture of Jin Ge Iron Horse is the inspiration that Wu Zidao got from the Hundred Battles Army.

"Good!"

The Immortal Knife also saw it, and laughed: "I have long heard that the Hundred Battles Army is the first in the world, but unfortunately it is not in the hands of the Evil Spirit Dao Monarch, and it has never been able to make a move." It has always been a pity, but today is an opportunity. ”

The breath is surging, the momentum is more powerful and terrifying, this is a person with strong beliefs and stronger when encountered. The more powerful the enemy, the stronger the fighting spirit will be.

The aura of death rushed to the sky, turning into dark clouds, and in an instant, a huge beast was formed, wrapped in the Dark Knife, and rushed into the thousands of troops together.

Every soldier is in the realm of the Great Perfection of the Void and Netherworld, and his cultivation is extraordinary. And what is even more terrifying is that because they still form a battle formation, and there is a sense of continuity, such an attack is afraid that ordinary monks in the Tribulation Period will not be able to withstand it.

At this moment, the face of the monk began to change drastically. With this trick, Wu Zidao is no longer a rising star. There is no doubt that the most outstanding young generation in the Heavenly Dao Alliance in the past was not Bai Tianming, but him.

He is no longer simply a Tribulation Period monk, but has the qualifications and strength to be called a half-immortal like the people of Lumen Mountain.

Just as he had just begun to exude an aura and provoke, in this army, only the Mortal Sword had the strength to fight him.

The sword flickered, like a big wave rolling, and the new Smoke Cloud Pavilion Pavilion Master may not be as good as the previous Evil Spirit Dao Monarch, but it is not generally imaginable.

The defeat of the Lumen Mountain people has revealed to the world that a terrible killer with the will of a king will override this continent with endless years. No one can stop it, even if the other party is someone like Wu Zidao.

The sword is dashing, convoluted in all directions, and thousands of troops and horses are unstoppable.

Wu Zidao's brushstrokes are compared in the void, leading to the Xuanguang of the animated scroll, and one by one kills.

It's a very strange battle, and time has extended to this moment, and the two people who have fought have not really fought each other. One move and one style, Wu Zidao is attacking, and the sword is defending.

Although the defending side is imposing, the attacking side is even more immortal and extraordinary. In the whole world, I am afraid that there is only Wu Zidao who can fight like this.

The Blade of Death, nothing can stop it, hundreds of pictures are killed, and Rao is terrifying that every one of them is strong, but it still can't hurt the Soul Knife in the slightest.

At this moment, the killing rose, and the death black knife in his hand pointed at the front, and shouted: "Is it just so?"

"I heard that Your Excellency once begged my master to fight with the Qinglian Sword Song in front of the royal capital, and I can also use this style of swordsmanship, so please give me some advice!"

Wu Zidao's face was pale, such a way of fighting consumed spirit, in comparison, in fact, he was already behind.

With a hand, a scroll flew out, hung in the air, and opened rapidly. The picture depicts a man in Tsing Yi, standing under a big tree, with his back to everyone, and the stars and moon above his head.

"Milky Way Starlight Map! It's Li Qinglian!"

Someone exclaimed, that back, even if you can't see the facial features clearly, but that kind of temperament, that feeling, I don't know whether to say that Li Qinglian is unique, or whether to say that Wu Zidao is superb in painting. Just one glance is enough for people to recognize that figure as Li Qinglian.

If you guess correctly, this painting should be painted by Wu Zidao when he looked at the historic sites on the Ancient Terracotta Road.

At this moment, even the Immortal Knife also turned pale.

Although he is crazy, he does not underestimate the other party. Judging from the previous picture scroll, this person's supernatural powers are indeed indescribably strong. And now, he put this galaxy starlight map for the last use, and there is no doubt that this picture scroll must be very expensive to use.

The picture scroll that can make the other party not easy to use, and the painting on it is actually Li Qinglian, if you guess well, what is sealed in this picture scroll must be the Milky Way Sword.

Using the way of painting to reproduce the Qinglian Sword Song, others don't think so, it's just strange, but the Dark Sword knows that it's terrible.

With his relationship with Chen Weiming, how can he not know the essence of Qinglian Sword Song, relying not on sword qi but on artistic conception.

Sword qi is not the other party's strength, but judging from the previous picture scroll, if you talk about comprehending the artistic conception, don't say that Lumen Mountain is a person, even ten Chen Weiming may not be as good as Wu Zidao.

"Qinglian Sword Song, the Sword of the Galaxy, please appreciate it. ”

Wu Zidao sighed lightly, the pen in his hand was picked, and under the pattern of the painting, the sky and the earth were dark, the stars were surging, and Li Qinglian walked out of the picture scroll with the Qingfeng sword in his hand. (To be continued.) )