"Boom, boom, boom!"

A terrible storm centered on the two of them, and a violent sweep raged, and the void trembled.

The two people in the game are a young man wearing a purple waist and a long sword, the jade tree is in the wind, and his bearing is extremely extraordinary, while opposite him is an old man, who looks ordinary, but his temperament is as calm as a mountain, as if he has become one with the painting plate.

The two of them stood on the painting plate, and the young man waved his palm, and the pen in his hand was like a divine sword, but in an instant, a sword shadow jumped on the painting plate.

In an instant, a boundless sword aura rushed into the sky, like a real peerless sword inserted into a position, giving people the feeling that an extremely strong sword rule penetrated through it.

The old man was not a simple person, I saw him wave his hand casually, the brush flew, and with a loud bang, a huge mountain appeared on the painting plate, like an ancient sacred mountain, and fell suddenly, an invisible pressure descended, and the mountains trembled, suppressing the eruption of sword intent.

"Is this a painting battle?" Jun Morin said.

For ordinary people, qin, chess, calligraphy and painting are all used to cultivate sentiment and cultivate the mind, but for cultivators, in addition to these, of course, the more important thing is to fight.

If you can't fight because of the unhelpful practice, who will spend a lot of energy on it?

The name of the painting saint is naturally not because his painting skills are unparalleled, but because his painting is transcendent and holy.

But the battle of painting in the real sense, this is the first time he has seen it.

"Yes. Si Gongzi nodded, pointed to the young man in the chess battle and said: "This person's name is Mu Chen, he studied under the strong sword immortal in the list of sages in the four states, and he is a very prestigious swordsman of the young generation, with outstanding talent, and the sword immortal is not only good at swords, but also good at sword formations.

"Mu Chen has his true inheritance, naturally the same, his sword array is amazing, for this Xiaohan Mountain, he deliberately learned to paint, with the way of the sword into the painting, now there is a deep attainment, but at present, he is even difficult to crack the first game. ”

Smiling, Mu looked at Chen and said to Jun Molin: "So, you are even more hopeless, of course, if there are any of you who are good at this way, you can give it a try." ”

"Si Gongzi also took someone to Xiaohan Mountain. At this time, someone on a boulder next to him smiled and spoke.

"Join in the fun. Si Gongzi responded with a smile.

The man glanced at Jun Molin and his party, this group of people has an extraordinary temperament, it's just that there are many extraordinary people who come here to paint the Holy Mountain Villa, but for the vast majority of people, they just come to play, that's all.

Jun Molin continued to watch the painting battle, as the pen in the hands of the two of them waved faster and faster, Mu Chen's expression became more and more solemn, the painting movement became slower and slower, and his palms were faintly oozing sweat.

"Boom !!"

With the swing of his palm, a sword aura fell across the void, and a terrifying destructive force swept across the painting plate, but it was suppressed and stabilized by many mountains beside him.

The old man also waved his palm, and in an instant, a dull loud sound came out, and suddenly a batch of sword qi in the sword painting was directly shattered, and the sword qi was annihilated, turned into nothingness, and was annihilated.

Jun Mo Lin gave birth to an extremely mysterious feeling, and he ran the king's trick to watch the painting battle.

The next moment, he seemed to see that the two of them were not painting, but on the battlefield on the painting plate, many sword qi crisscrossed the battlefield, each sword was extremely sharp, wanting to kill all enemies.

At this time, another sword fell, causing many swords to resonate, and the swords rang in their ears, wanting to break the shackles and sweep away the thick mountains of the other party.

But seeing that at this time, the old man's son fell, and with a loud bang, he vaguely saw a huge golden tripod suppressing it, suppressing the sword qi to the death, and preventing its power from bursting out.

Many swords were buzzing and trembling, as if they were crumbling, in danger of being destroyed at any moment.

"Drink !!"

Mu Chen shouted, he pointed forward with both hands, and a sword fell from the sky, turning into a divine sword and descending on the battlefield of the painting plate, and in an instant, all the swords seemed to turn into a terrifying sword array, and they were about to take shape.

But at this moment, a dull sound came out, and a boundless and heavy golden tripod suddenly fell on a prescription position.

The moment the golden tripod landed on the painting plate, it directly shattered a sword domain, interrupting the sword array violently, and at the same time, the golden tripod bloomed with dazzling brilliance, and a round of light curtains swept down, suppressing all the swords in it, unable to break through.

"Poof!"

Mu Chen snorted, blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, his face was slightly pale, and the sword intent surrounded the sky, but he couldn't fall for a long time, and hesitated.

Finally, a ruthless color flashed in his eyes, and a sword slashed his heart, falling in the center of the opponent's painting plate, and when this divine sword fell, an invisible destructive force swept out, and the sword array converged again, causing a crack in the opponent's golden tripod.

The old man looked still, then waved his hand, and another son fell, when this one fell, Mu Chen's face instantly turned pale without the slightest blood, and one side of the sword array was all devoured and dissipated, turning into dust.

Subsequently, the other painting plates were also completely engulfed and disrupted, and could no longer be condensed and formed, and the plates were scattered.

"I lost. Mu Chen smiled bitterly and shook his head, unexpectedly, he still hasn't passed this first level, the name of the painting saint is indeed worthy of his reputation, although he is not good at painting, but for cultivators, painting is naturally a very simple thing, and it is easy to be proficient, because the cultivator's deduction ability is strong and the copying ability is strong.

However, the painting saint has become obsessed with the way of painting, and he has stumped the vast majority of people by randomly laying down the nine games of the way of painting.

"Mu Gongzi is making rapid progress, and after a period of time, he can solve this game. ”

The old man spoke, Mu Chen nodded, he naturally would not retreat because he lost, even if he could not inherit the painting plate of the painting saint, but this was also a kind of cultivation experience for him.

"Wonderful. After Jun Mo came to his back, Vientiane Xianjun spoke: "With the painting array, step by step, and there are infinite changes, but in the end, it seems to return to the origin. ”

"Uncle Shi can play chess?" Jun Molin asked curiously.

"The way of cultivation is the same as all laws, if you want to know, you will be able to do it. Vientiane Xianjun spoke.

"This Divine Stick !!"

Jun Molin muttered in his heart, of course he wouldn't say it out loud.

"What do you say?" Jun Molin said with some curiosity.

"Painting a war is like a war, step by step, the process of the two sides fighting is actually a process of mental arithmetic, calculating where the opponent's painting may appear and how you can deal with it, as long as you can calculate all the changes, and form a formation in your mind, although you can't win, but at least you won't lose, so painting should be very simple. Vientiane Xianjun said with a confident face.

Jun Molin's eyes flickered, this Uncle Divine Stick is an astrologist, he can even calculate the lives of others, what is it to him if he counts a picture plate?

Si Gongzi looked at Vientiane Xianjun in amazement, this old guy is crazy, right?

"There are countless places for a painting plate, and each time it falls, it will change different possibilities, which means that there will be infinite changes in a battle, and it is impossible to completely deduce it, you have to calculate all the changes?"

He looked at Vientiane Xianjun with a strange expression, although what the other party said was reasonable, and the teacher said that this is also the way of painting, but it was a little whimsical.

Of course, painting will be very simple, and everyone in the world will, but why there is only one painting saint in the ancient wasteland can be imagined.

"It doesn't need to be that complicated, you just need to count the people you are fighting against. Vientiane Xianjun said naturally.

"Maniac. Si Gongzi muttered, but then smiled: "Why don't you try it, old man?"

Vientiane Xianjun looked at Jun Mo Lin and the others and asked, "Do any of you want to try painting battles?"

Jun Molin also blinked, then looked at the people around him and asked, "Who is going?"

However, he saw that everyone's eyes were looking at him in unison, which made Jun Molin's face black and speechless.

Jun Molin: "(°◅°)", this still needs to be done by the palace master himself?

"Thousand feathers. Ye Futian shouted, Xu Qianyu looked away in an instant, the words of the god stick of Vientiane Xianjun did not know whether they were true or false, and they were doubtful.

"Su Zheng. Jun Morin said again, however, this guy Su Zheng directly took out the wine gourd and drank the wine.

"Nine days. Jun Mo Lin looked at Huang Jiutian again, and Huang Jiutian, a cheeky guy, glanced at him lazily, revealing a look of contempt.

Jun Molin's handsome little face completely darkened, where is the majesty of the palace master?

Forget it, as the lord of the first house, you should have the bearing, and you don't have the same knowledge as them.

"Don't fool me!"

Thinking like this, Jun Mo Lin stepped out, and soon landed on the painting plate, and in an instant he felt a wonderful power enveloping him, as if the power that could be used on this painting plate was limited, so as to avoid relying on the realm to crush the opponent when playing, and violating the fairness of the painting battle.

He had a faint feeling that this painting plate could be a battle for a general or a battle.

This...... It's very interesting!

"Please ask your seniors for advice. "Jun Mo Lin owes himself.

"You write first. The old man spoke.

"Seniors, please. Jun Mo Lin said, how can the other party know how to get off if he doesn't get down.

The old man didn't say much, with a wave of his palm, the pen fell, a mountain, as heavy as the top of the sacred mountain, Jun Molin felt the heavy pressure in an instant, at this moment he seemed not to be painting, but really on the battlefield.

Jun Molin didn't act rashly, he waited for the guidance of the virtuous monarch of Vientiane.

"You can go down as you please. However, the next moment Vientiane Xianjun spoke.

Jun Mo Lin suddenly had an urge to beat people, Mo said that he couldn't paint, even if he was really proficient, how could he be the opponent of the person who painted the sound of the mountain hall.

With a wave of the palm, the power of the rules bloomed, blended into the brush, and landed in one place, and a dull sound came out, like a star falling down.

"What style of painting?" Many people looked at Jun Molin's side, this first painting made people a little incomprehensible!

The old man at the other end of the painting plate saw Jun Molin painting, and he also raised his eyebrows, unable to understand.

With a wave of his palm, he dropped the second painting, ignoring Jun Molin's chess piece, what he painted was a formation as a painting, self-contained, no matter how Jun Molin played, the ending would be the same.

Unless, Jun Molin's formation is stronger than him, only in this way can he crack his chess game.

Vientiane Xianjun has never spoken, Jun Mo Lin will fall at will, soon, he felt a majestic oppressive force, that is from the painting board, he faintly felt that the opponent's chess pieces are converging into a momentum, every time a painting falls on the painting board, this momentum will be a little stronger.

Jun Jue operated independently, he looked at the Hua Bureau, and felt that he was not a person who was painting and fighting, but in the painting game, he could vaguely feel a powerful force of suppression of the rules coming from the scene.

The rules of repression, from the sky downwards, are pressed on the body, and under this oppressive force, the person who paints the painting needs to lose his spiritual power to contend with it, so that the spiritual power on the Huadao will be separated, and it will be more difficult to win the chess game.

However, in the midst of the painting battle, Jun Molin had a wonderful feeling, faintly excited, is this the painting battle? This is the first time I have experienced it.

He waved his palm, the pen walked the dragon and snake suddenly fell one by one, did not wait for Vientiane Xianjun, but took care of his own painting, as if entering his own state, under the independent operation of the king, he seemed to be able to see the painting game more clearly, every star falling, can interrupt the momentum of the other party.

In other words, Jun Mo Lin at this moment is not painting in the real sense, but more like breaking the formation.