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When the words fell, without waiting for Donnie Yen to agree, he dipped himself in cinnabar and began to paint. As the pen in Qin's hands moved on the spirit pattern paper, she didn't have to wait until she finished painting to use the power of her soul to excite it, just looking at the artistic conception in the painting, it made Donnie Yen feel grandiose, bloody, fearful, shocking and other emotions. Donnie Yen's body began to tremble slightly, and his blank eyes danced with two sparks, which instantly formed a prairie fire, and his eyes became radiant.

Wen Tianqiang and Luo Xiaofei's hearts couldn't stop trembling, as if Qin Shuang's paintings were about to come to life, and they would rush out of the paintings without the power of their souls to stimulate them.

At this time, the picture of Qin Shuang's pen was spreading out rapidly, as if they heard the sound of weapons crashing like a storm, as if they heard the horn constantly sounding on the battlefield, as if they heard the wailing on the battlefield......

It was as if they had seen a tidal wave of enemies rushing towards them, making their breath stagnant.

At this time, Qin Shuang was painting the face of a warrior, and everyone was attracted by the eyes of that warrior, what kind of eyes were they!

The despair emanating from those eyes made Donnie Yen, Wen Tianqiang and Luo Xiaofei feel desperate in their hearts.

With the movement of the spirit pattern pen in Qin's hands, one scene after another, faces continued to appear in their eyes. Everyone's expressions are different, and one by one they form a grand scene.

In the face of despair and death, some people collapsed, while others fought firmly. Fighting bravely, the whole picture seems to come alive with the spirit pen of Qin Shuang, which makes people nervous to watch. The alliance of the two empires is like two super monsters pretending to each other in the boundless space, roaring at each other. The entire Scarlet Plains were splattered with blood, and the ground was covered with stumps and broken flesh. The phalanxes collided with each other, and the sky was full of arrows that covered the sky and the sun, making a sharp whistling sound that made people feel sick.

Puff puff......

As if a voice echoed in his ears, one by one the warriors fell, but the warriors behind them bravely rose to the top.

Such a shocking scene made Wen Tianqiang and Luo Xiaofei's hearts almost lost. Wen Tianqiang closed his eyes suddenly, he didn't dare to look at it anymore, he was afraid that if he continued to look at it, his mind would be lost. Turning his head to Qinshuang and opening his eyes, the side face of Qinshuang came into his eyes.

At this time, sweat had already appeared on Qinshuang's face, and beads of sweat slipped down her face, making Wen Tianqiang's excited heart calm down all of a sudden.

Qinshuang's hands are very steady. Still drawing.

Gradually. The paintings under Qin Shuang's brush began to merge and merge into a kind of temperament. Once this temperament is formed, it is no longer a combination of scattered pictures, but a truly complete painting.

That's an indomitability!

No matter how great the danger is, it is this unyielding indomitability that sustains the soldiers of both empires. There is a belief in the heart of every soldier, and that is to move forward!

As long as there is one person, their mission is to move forward.

The shock from the picture made Donnie Yen's whole body tremble, and he seemed to see an increasingly fierce war. It was a struggle against fate.

If you can fight, you will live.

Can't fight. Just die.

It's not a fight!

This picture is no longer a picture of a war, but has become a torture of Donnie Yen's soul, and Donnie Yen's rickety back gradually straightened.

No one can beat me!

Bun Qing can't do it!

Myself...... Not at all!

Donnie Yen's eyes flashed with determination!

At this time, Qin Shuang also fell into her own state of mind, and the scenes she experienced flashed in her mind like a picture.

Diligent before the age of seven!

Self-deprecation after the age of seven!

At the age of thirteen, she was driven to the town of Lyra, where no one respected her, not even the subjects who belonged to her realm.

Wang Tianning, Wang Youwei......

I can't eat enough every day, discover Taoism, face the threat of the Martial Sect Palace, and face the threat of my brothers and sisters......

I'm not going to give in, I'm going to see the scenery of the pinnacle world!

As long as I don't die, as long as I still have a breath, I will fight, I will fight, and my destiny will be in my own hands!

The pictures of Qin Shuang's pen are becoming more and more perfect, and her artistic conception is growing rapidly, gradually reaching the state of perfection. The artistic conception of unyielding, the artistic conception of resistance, and the artistic conception of firmly grasping fate in the hands were born from the spirit pattern pen.

Brilliant strokes!

Donnie Yen's eyes suddenly released a light.

So that's it!

Donnie Yen breathed a long sigh of relief, and at this time she finally understood the true artistic conception of the spirit pattern painting. It is not a simple combination of pictures, but a fusion of a spirit in the picture, as long as you comprehend this spirit, you can forget about the sixteen paintings and draw your own spirit pattern painting of the battle of the bloody plain.

Donnie Yen's eyes seemed to see a statue of a woman, her fists clenched together. Because of the excitement, his face was flushed.

Qin Shuang's every stroke at this time has reached the realm of perfection. With each stroke, the hearts of several people seemed to hear the huge roar and loud horn sound from the battlefield. Donnie Yen, Luo Xiaofei and Wen Tianqiang's emotions are completely immersed in the painting. At this time, there is no excitement or fear in their hearts, there is only unyielding and fighting.

Luo Xiaofei's gaze became complicated, with hesitation, loss, unwillingness and struggle in her eyes.

As the daughter of a nobleman, her fate is uncertain and in the hands of others. She is a political instrument of the family, an object of marriage. As long as it is beneficial to the family, the family will give her to another nobleman, no matter how unbearable that nobleman is, no matter how old that nobleman is. and even gave her to a larger nobleman as a concubine.

There is no happiness in her future, there is only prayer, praying that her future will be relatively decent. As for happiness, I dare not hope for extravagance.

However, today from this painting brought her a great shock, and for the first time in her heart, her unwillingness and struggle prevailed.

"I want to become a grandmaster, as long as I can become a grandmaster in the world of painters, I will be able to control my own destiny and find my own happiness. Instead of being given to others by the family like a puppet and becoming a plaything for others. ”

Her heart gradually became firm, and her eyes glowed with strange colors.

Wen Tianqiang's eyes turned red, this redness was not madness, but sadness.

He was a nobleman, but he was not the eldest son of the family, and could not inherit the title. Don't look at him now, he is very beautiful now, living an aristocratic life. But he knew that the future awaited him was so dark.

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