As soon as the sword intent post was opened, Chu Yun's face changed.

An overwhelming aura rushed to his face, standing on the spot, as if he was in a sword mound, almost without closing his eyes, he could feel the countless long sword pens around him, sharp and strong.

Chu Yun discovered for the first time that it turned out that writing could also encompass such a terrifying power of heaven and earth, what is this literary saint Li Yuanbai and Xu characters?

As soon as the sword intent was opened, everyone around them retreated, looking at the air in disbelief, and they all fell into petrification.

Between the quaint scrolls, on the dark yellow scrolls, some rigid and powerful black handwriting, like formation runes, make people's ears and eyes hurt at a glance, and the sword aura is vertical and horizontal.

"During the Great Pastoral Period, Yuan Bai was alone in the far north, saw the road in the vastness, met the snow beast, fought for three days without distinguishing between victory and defeat, but went, and then sacrificed heaven and earth on the edge of Wentan, cut the dragon and the foot, and got the supreme fine book......"

The handwriting on the back is blurry and unclear, I don't know if it is sealed or a long time, it is vague and dark, like a long night, making it difficult to extricate yourself.

Chu Yun took a deep breath, and the wolf pen and ink in his hand suddenly stopped in mid-air.

This feeling, he can't grasp.

Seeing Chu Yun's movements pause, everyone around him gasped.

There were many people who gloated and sneered and said, "Look, I'll just say that Chu Yun can't do it, after all, this is the pen and ink of Wensheng Li Yunbai, and it can be copied by ordinary people?"

"Isn't it injured by the sword qi in it? I heard that Wensheng Li Wenbai is not only a talented literati, but also a sword immortal, and the sword intent post he created is his lifelong swordsmanship, and this kind of swordsmanship is not something that a casual person can simulate. ”

"Maybe Chu Yun is brewing, after all, he is the Holy Son of the Great Dao of the Human Sect, and he has obtained the purple qi of Tianfu, where can an ordinary person summarize it?"

Under the divergent opinions, Nangong seniors showed a look of disappointment on their faces, and said: "This kind of sword intent is no longer able to copy it, even if Xue Shiyuan can copy some artistic conceptions, it is just a cat and a tiger, and it is just a form." ”

"What about Chu Yun?" the Blue Moon Fairy glanced at Chu Yun curiously.

At this time, Chu Yun was suddenly petrified, staring blankly at the sword intent post flowing with endless sword qi in front of him, and his eyes gradually lost focus.

No one knew what Chu Yun was doing, but no matter what he was doing, if he didn't start writing for a long time, he would also encounter difficulties.

At this time, Xue Shiyuan suddenly laughed, the pen walked the snake dragon, and word by word appeared on the scroll, and his face was even more hearty.

A look of surprise flashed on Nangong's senior's face, and he glanced at Xue Shiyuan before turning to the Qingyue Fairy and said: "This kid is a little too big, he must think that he is just a sword intent post, and no one can copy some artistic conception, but no one knows that there is a seal on this sword intent post, this is Xue Shiyuan's cleverness, he deliberately concealed these seals, just so that Chu Yun kid has nowhere to start, so it seems that he succeeded." ”

The Qingyue Fairy frowned, and there was a sense of anger in her eyes when she looked at Xue Shiyuan.

This kind of trick of pit people, if you are not careful, you will be fooled, Chu Yun has not moved for a long time, but it seems that Xue Shiyuan can move the pen freely, and the dragon flies and the snake dances.

Sure enough, Xue Shiyuan suddenly snorted softly, and the pen and ink in his hand were heavily clicked on the scroll.

Buzz——!

The color of the heavens and the earth changed, and on the scroll, a dark light suddenly erupted, and a long sword shot out from it, making a sound like a dragon's groan.

"The tone is concrete!"

Many people exclaimed, this is the talent that only literati can have, and it is also what everyone calls Wenqi.

A place of culture is a thousand miles away.

Under the figurative image, the sword is full of light and lifelike, and everyone can feel the fierce sword aura from this dark long sword.

Obviously, Xue Shiyuan really has profound attainments in terms of talent, and he really deserves to be a protégé of the Son of Heaven.

In this case, it seems that Chu Yun's skills are even more inferior.

Master Yourong snorted coldly, watched the Xuanxi long sword dancing in mid-air, pouted and said, "All the bells and whistles." ”

A worried look flashed on Xiao Yunzhu's face on the side, and he pulled the corner of Yourongren's clothes and asked, "Senior Uncle, why didn't he move for a long time, Senior Brother?"

"How do I know?" the Venerable Master was a little irritable, and took off the face of the sprayer behind him, with a posture of rushing up to fight at any moment.

Han Zhu stared blankly at everything that happened in front of him, and after seeing that Chu Yun did not hesitate to move, he sighed and said: "It's over, Chu boy has capsized in the gutter this time, it's better than anything, you have to go to copy the sword intent, are you that material?"

Lear glared at him and said, "Whether it's that piece of material or not, I can't tell now, I just think that Senior Brother Chu Yun may be holding back some big move!"

"As far as you know!" Han Zhu glanced at Lear, saying deflating words, but a pair of eyes were staring at Chu Yun deadly, full of curiosity and a trace of worry.

But after a while, the pig's eyes rolled wildly, and he looked around, as if looking for the direction to fight and run.

Que Yang Zhenren's face was pale, he was the one who felt the deepest among the people present, and he didn't understand in his heart that the sword intent post was not what Chu Yun was good at at all.

What Chu Yun is best at is perceiving the Dao of Heaven and Earth, not the Dao of others, let alone the Dao of the Kendo.

Thinking of this, a solemn look flashed on Que Yang's face, and he glanced deeply at Venerable Qi Yang.

As everyone knows, at this time, the Venerable Qiyang was looking at Que Yang Zhenren with a gloating face, new hatred and old hatred surged into his heart, Que Yang Zhenren snorted coldly, turned his gaze to Chu Yun, and said: "Chu Yun, don't force it, Wen Sheng's sword intent contains the artistic conception of swordsmanship, and people who don't know about talent and swordsmanship can't copy it at all, and there is ...... in this. There seems to be some kind of seal, if you lose, you lose, and such insidious and despicable acts will be judged by the laws of Canghai Qingzhou. ”

Hearing Que Yang Zhenren's words, everyone around him suddenly gasped.

There was not a single fool in the audience, where could they not hear it, Que Yang Zhenren wanted Chu Yun to admit defeat.

But even if Chu Yun was trapped, then Canghai Qingzhou would not make such a judgment, and Chu Yun would still be deprived of Tianfu Purple Qi in the end.

At this time, Xue Shiyuan laughed, flicked his long sleeves, and the pen and ink in his hand suddenly danced.

The Xuanxi long sword was like a swimming dragon, flying around it continuously, emitting bursts of dragon groans, and for a while, the surrounding sword energy was full, and everyone who watched was dazzled.

"Chu Yun, there aren't many words on the sword intent post, you haven't been able to put pen to paper until now, is it possible that you want to pretend to be crazy and stupid?"

Xue Shiyuan had a sarcastic look on his face, stared at Chu Yun, and said word by word: "You lost!"

As he spoke, Xue Shiyuan let out a long roar and shouted: "The sword is like a dragon, and the pen is vigorous!"

Roar——!

The Xuanxi long sword roared, like a dragon, roaring around it.

Everyone was shocked in their hearts, and they looked at the terrifying scene in front of them in disbelief.

It turns out that talent can reach such a level?

Xue Shiyuan was proud, staring at the Tianfu purple qi above Chu Yun's head, which was about to belong to him.

Everyone also sighed, looking at Chu Yun who was still petrified with some pity.

However, at this moment, Chu Yun suddenly put away his pen, stood up, sighed, and said, "The sword intent is on a waste wood like you, it is really buried!"

"What did you say?" Xue Shiyuan's heart shook wildly.