As soon as the competition began, Shangguan Zihua urged the innate ink qi to form a layer of innate ink qi cover, enveloping his whole body.

In this way, Li Yifeng did not dare to get close to Shangguanzi. Because once he gets close, he will immediately be corroded by the innate ink.

Li Yifeng is good at hand-to-hand combat, he can't get close to Shangguan Zihua, which means that he can't attack the other party, so he can only blindly escape.

And Shangguanzi painted, you can draw all kinds of birds and beasts, attacking Li Yifeng unscrupulously.

Although Li Yifeng's speed was fast, he couldn't stand the smooth offensive of Shangguan Zihua.

It's just that in the blink of an eye, the entire Wutai is full of all kinds of birds and beasts, all of which were painted by Shangguanzi.

Under the siege of a large number of birds and beasts, Li Yifeng finally had to lose.

After Li Yifeng got off the field, it didn't take long for the next game to be ushered in.

"In the sixth game, Lin Yun fought against Shangguanzi."

Hearing his name, Lin Yun was not surprised, because he had already guessed the pattern of appearance.

Shangguan Zihua was still holding a giant brush and swaggered onto the martial arts platform.

Lin Yun also went to the martial arts platform again, standing opposite Shangguan Zihua with an expressionless face.

"I'd love to know if your body is strong enough to be immune to my innate ink qi." Shangguan Zihua said, so he repeated the technique to urge the innate ink qi, forming an innate ink qi mask around the body.

After casting the innate ink mask, Shangguan Zihua continued to condense the martial soul of the picture scroll, and then used a giant brush to paint the martial soul on the scroll.

Birds and beasts were vividly depicted, and they pounced towards Lin Yun with teeth and claws.

Although Lin Yun didn't know if his body could withstand the innate ink qi, for the sake of insurance, he still wouldn't try it easily.

With a movement of his mind, the skeleton sword instantly appeared in Lin Yun's hand.

Lin Yun held the sword in one hand and swung it at an eagle that rushed towards him, directly cutting the eagle in half.

The eagle, which had been cut in half, exploded in an instant, turning into an inky liquid and falling towards Lin Yun.

Lin Yun's figure disappeared in a flash, and the ink-colored liquid spilled onto the floor of Wutai, forming a sprinkling of ink, like an art painting of pumping.

Immediately afterwards, several eagles and several male lions came towards Lin Yun from all directions.

Lin Yun's ethereal figure floated, and the sword in his hand turned into a cold light, and in the blink of an eye, he slaughtered the birds and beasts that surrounded him.

These birds and beasts burst one after another, forming a cloud of inky liquid, which was thrown all over the sky like a river and a sea, but not a drop of it ever touched Lin Yun's body.

After avoiding the inky liquid that had been thrown over, Lin Yun had already gathered a large amount of vitality on the blade in his hand.

At the same time, Shangguanzi also completed a masterpiece. As soon as his mind moved, a black light flashed, and an eight-meter-tall minotaur came out of the scroll, blocking Shangguanzi's picture like a small mountain.

Shangguan Zihua advised Lin Yun: "This minotaur has gathered a large amount of innate ink qi, and the ink-colored liquid produced at the moment of bursting is enough to form a pool of water. ”

"With so much liquid thrown out in all directions in an instant, no matter how fast Lin Yun's reaction speed is, it will inevitably be stained with some of it."

Speaking of this, Shangguan Zihua's face showed a touch of pride: "These liquids are not ordinary liquids, but liquid energy formed by the condensation of innate ink after cooling, once you get even a drop, you will be gone." ”

"So I advise you, if you don't want to die, quickly abstain and surrender, otherwise you won't even have a chance to regret it at that time!"

Hearing Shangguanzi's words, Lin Yun was still expressionless, as if he didn't take his words to heart at all.

"Does this Lin Yun really want to die? Shangguan Zihua has said this, and he still hasn't surrendered! ”

"Innate ink qi can ignore all defenses, no matter how strong Lin Yun's body is, with a drop of innate ink qi, there is absolutely no possibility of survival!"

For a while, everyone in the audience began to discuss.

In the last duel, Li Yifeng had no choice but to surrender under the onslaught of this minotaur.

At this time, Lin Yun had no intention of surrendering at all, his sword in both hands was sharp, and a fierce sword momentum broke out in an instant.

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Lin Yun slashed forward with a sword, and suddenly released a crescent-shaped terrifying sword qi, slashing at the Minotaur with a devastating momentum.

As soon as the Minotaur took a step towards Lin Yun, he was slashed by the extremely powerful crescent-shaped sword qi, and instantly turned into a terrifying wave and burst out in all directions.

After defeating the minotaur with a single sword, the residual power of the crescent-shaped sword qi was still there, and it continued to shoot forward, directly penetrating the innate ink qi shield that shrouded Shangguan Zihua, and then landed on Shangguan Zihua.

Shangguan Zihua flew upside down in the explosion, turning into a phantom and crashing into the barrier a hundred meters away.

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In the process of retreating, Lin Yun was inevitably stained by two drops of ink-colored liquid. One drop fell on his arm, another on his shoulder.

"Oops!" Ren Tan Qian's face under the martial arts platform changed greatly, and a trace of cold sweat couldn't help dripping down his forehead.

And Yun Ruoxi, who was standing next to him, turned pale in an instant, looked at Lin Yun with a worried face, and was so nervous that he even forgot to breathe.

The others began to laugh at Lin Yun for deserving it.

"Stained with liquid innate ink, Lin Yun is finished now, he will die a miserable death!"

"Shangguan Zihua was injured at most, but he even took his life!"

"Who told him not to listen? He deserved to lose his life! ”

"Hahaha, in a few seconds, he will be corroded into a pile of dry bones."

The ridiculed voices of the crowd went from being enthusiastic at the beginning, to becoming more and more deserted, until finally it was completely quiet, and the whole scene was silent.

Because they had waited for a long time, Lin Yun had not been corroded into a pile of dry bones.

The two drops of ink-colored liquid that stuck to Lin Yun's body were just two scars with black blood scabs on the surface of Lin Yun's skin, and some green smoke came out, nothing more.

After a long silence, someone finally spoke.

"I ...... Am I right? This...... What's going on here? ”

"For ...... Why? Why wasn't Lin Yun corroded into dry bones? ”

"The innate ink used in this Shangguanzi painting is not ...... It can't be a copycat, right? ”

For a moment, the whole scene was boiling.

Everyone couldn't believe what they were seeing.

In their previous concept, innate ink qi is a biological killer, and anyone who touches a drop will definitely die.

And at this moment, Lin Yun was still alive as if nothing had happened after being stained with liquefied innate ink, which completely broke their previous concepts!