Chapter Seventy-Seven: Golden Light Painting

She asked silently.

He Rensi replied silently.

Luo Ning looked at Ying Tanxi's back and opened his mouth.

He said, "Brother Jane, I thank you so much, it's just that ...... today."

Ying Tanxi looked back at Luo Ning, and there was no calmness on her face.

She looked at Luo Ning silently and said, "What do you want to say to that clothes, you go and say it yourself, I won't help you." ”

Luo Ning hurriedly said, "But." ”

Ying Tanxi said calmly, "No, but." ”

She turned her head to look at the dark clouds in the sky that covered the moonlight, but she felt that she was in an extremely bad mood at this time.

When she feels bad, it's often when things are really bad.

She looked at Luo Ning and thought about the Qin thin clothes, and she didn't get angry.

She looked at the person standing above the hall and asked, "Will you come first or will I come first?"

The people were quiet.

They looked at the boy who was standing in front of Luo Ning and Yunke, as if they had seen a ghost.

Who is this who is the second place on the Dengyun list, and among all the people present, who is his opponent?

Even if Yunke and Luo Ning's crazy fighting style can't hold up a palm in front of this He Rensi.

Now this boy is standing here, and he actually asks the two of them who they want to come first?

He Rensi was stunned.

It's okay that he was ridiculed by Yunke and Luo Ning, but who is this son in front of him?

He was just about to do it.

Among those strengths next to him, there were two elders of the Yin and Yang Realm who finally made a move.

One of the white-haired elders had a cane in his hand, and the other black-haired elder had a stick in his hand.

The two of them have lived for so long, and they don't have the courage to make a move against Luo Ning because of the county lord, but they have the courage to make a move on this son-in-law in front of Luo Ning.

The weapons in their hands stirred the remaining moonlight and candlelight above the hall with spiritual power.

The two rays of light intertwined, like flowing water, and a very gorgeous picture was drawn on this main hall.

It's just that on top of this picture, there are mysteries - mysteries that can only be understood in the Yin and Yang realm.

The person next to him looked up, but he felt dizzy and couldn't open his eyes anymore.

Yun Ke stared at a certain place on the picture against the strong light, even though he was already in the Yin and Yang Realm, he still felt dizzy.

Luo Ning covered his eyes with his hands, tears flowed out, and he couldn't open them at all.

The picture finally took shape, with moonlight and candlelight depicting together, and then it became a huge picture about a foot long.

Luo Ning took a few steps backwards in succession with the sword in his hand, and then he suddenly found that the strong light in front of him had dimmed.

Because Ying Tanxi was standing in front of him.

Only then did people realize that the young man who the mysterious picture was dealing with was standing in the most intense light, staring at the light without blinking his eyelids.

He didn't stand with his hands down, because he wasn't a dashing man himself.

He didn't pretend to be easy, because he was really relaxed.

A thunderclap suddenly sounded above the Nanjun Palace.

The thunder did not come from the dark clouds above the people's heads, but from the Nanjun Palace.

The young man took a calm step forward, and the moment his feet touched the ground, there was a sound of thunder.

At the beginning of the thunder, the entire hall couldn't help but tremble a little.

Yunke's eyes were staring at her feet, and his eyes were a little uninteresting.

The two old men of the Yin and Yang Realm, listening to the rolling thunder, could no longer maintain the form of the painting in front of them, the Dao Heart was slightly scattered, and the fusion of candlelight and moonlight was a little flawed.

They knew that if they didn't make a move, they would really be forced by this young man to fight back with this means.

They let out a soft snort, and then raised their crutches.

The painting solidified the moment they raised the stick, as if it were substance.

Above the great hall, it seemed that all the light was swallowed up by it.

The two old men stepped forward, waved their weapons in their hands, and then the painting shone brightly.

The original design of this Nanjun Palace was to attract the moonlight into this place, and now that there is such a powerful light source here, the main hall seems to have reached daylight at this moment.

The rays of light converged, and it was already like a substance at this time.

And the fierce offensive that those substantial rays turned into was directed at Ying Tanxi, who was standing at the forefront.

Ying Tanxi was still walking forward.

Her footsteps moved, and with every step there was a thunderclap.

In the eyes of the outside world.

Her movements suddenly did not look like a man's.

It was as if she had become a woman.

The most accustomed movement of women is the orchid finger.

She cocked her left hand at the figure that everyone feared.

the index finger of your left hand.

Only then did Luo Ning notice that her hands were really beautiful and perfect.

Her hands were like lotus flowers out of the mud, and even the rays of light were paled by those rays.

The light seemed soft, but in the moment it made the air emit an extremely pungent smell of burnt paste.

At the same time, Ying Tanxi's hand arrived.

She just stuck out her index finger.

The toes touched the ground, and the man rose in mid-air.

She is like a girl who is going to pick flowers, or like a colorful butterfly who is going to hunt for honey.

It's obviously very far away, but it seems to be very close at this time.

The light that seemed to make the air burn couldn't hurt her fingers in the slightest.

Her index finger passed through the light and finally landed on the painting.

The light on the painting is so strong that no one can see what is actually painted on it.

Ying Tanxi couldn't see it clearly, because she didn't want to see it at all.

The bodies of the two old men involuntarily began to tremble at the moment when Ying Tanxi's index finger fell.

Their faces flushed with each other, and then the painting rose like a stone thrown into a calm lake.

The waves spread very quickly.

Because that's the waves of light.

Only a crisp sound of dings was heard.

At that moment, the painting finally cracked open, and then shattered heavily.

The Dao Heart of the two old men was greatly damaged, and they screamed miserably, and the weapons in their hands had been thrown to the ground.

The painting spread out, and all the candlelight and moonlight that had just been absorbed into the painting reappeared at this moment. There was no more dazzling light above the main hall, but it was replaced by the natural light that had existed before.

The two men fell to the ground like two dead dogs.

Ying Tanxi's movements were originally extremely elegant, but because she was now wearing a mask, her overall movements seemed to be a bit sissy.

She landed smoothly, and then looked at the two old men who fell to the ground and vomited blood with a blank face.

She calmly looked at He Rensi and asked, "Who is the second person on the cloud list, may have the means to break this golden light painting?"