The battle between Yunhong and Ning Haoxuan can no longer be called a battle, and it is more appropriate to call it a cultural exhibition.

A written word is elegant and elegant, and a painting is chic and vivid, which makes people marvel.

The most important thing is that under this beauty, there is a great killing motive hidden, countless weapons and handwriting are deadlocked, like two armies, thousands of armies and horses are clashing, and it is difficult to distinguish the winner in a short time.

However, this is clearly just a temptation!

Whether it was Yun Hong or Ning Haoxuan, they seemed to have agreed, and the strokes of the pen actually became calm at this moment.

Ning Haoxuan's handwriting began to change, he was no longer writing killing words, but writing sentences, and Yun Hong was no longer drawing weapons with simple lines, and the strokes of the pen began to become complicated.

The snow hits the window and flies the gravel, and the wind rolls the wild waves angrily!

As Ning Haoxuan's handwriting fell, the originally normal world suddenly became gloomy, and the temperature plummeted, and in just an instant, snow began to drift in the sky!

Whew!

Among them, there is a cold wind howling, the wind is like a knife, mixed with boundless cold, wanting to cut everything apart.

"It's snowing!

"The poetry pavilion is the luck of inheriting heaven and earth, and it can actually change the weather of heaven and earth, it is incredible!"

"Cut, what is this? This kid's Taoism is not enough, it can only affect our neighborhood, if he really becomes a great Confucian, then the weather in a country can be changed!"

......

Confucianism does not cultivate the origin world, and takes its own world as the dominant, which can naturally change the climate.

The situation of everyone under the ring is not bad, but the snow has fallen, the temperature has dropped a little, and above the ring, visible to the naked eye, has been covered with a thick layer of snow, and the sky is not just snowflakes, but hail!

Bang bang bang!

Countless hailstones were like sharp swords, blowing in the wind, surging towards Yunhong!

The snow on the ground, the temperature has dropped wildly, and the entire ring has frozen, which can freeze people, affect their actions, and make it difficult for people to avoid.

"It's so strong!"

The lethality of this poem has been raised by countless grades, making countless people look sideways, and it is no accident that Confucianism and Taoism can become a holy place.

Yun Hong's face gradually became solemn, and the wind blew his hair scattered, but he held the pen in his hand, but he did not move.

The brush flies at an accelerated pace, and the soft lines are intertwined, and these lines are still condensed in the wind and snow, which is extremely strange.

Roar!

As the last stroke fell, the painting actually moved, looking up to the sky and roaring, like a beast trapped in a cage for a long time, with a monstrous arrogance.

The howl was so loud that sound waves spread out in all directions, blowing away the hail in the sky, and the surrounding snow was even more dusty.

It was a demonic beast with the head of a bull and a lion's body, with horns on its head, although the whole body was composed of lines, but it still gave people a sense of invincibility, as the last stroke fell, its body was actually expanding rapidly, just three breaths reached a height of five meters, like a small mountain, blocking in front of Yun Hong.

Not only that, Yun Hong's brushstrokes kept on sketching, and he actually drew a flame in front of him, and when this flame shook, it actually began to glow, driving away the surrounding chill and melting the ice and snow.

"That...... It seems to be a Devil-Horned Flame Lion!How can this thing be drawn?!" In the crowd, someone looked at the behemoth and couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.

"I heard that in order to be able to draw the essence, people in the painting pavilion often go to observe the target, from the inside out, and sometimes in order to achieve the purpose of painting, they can bring it to the first place for decades!"

"That's the Devil's Horned Flame Lion! Violent by nature, could it be that he has been with this kind of monster for a long time? How did he survive?!"

"The most rare thing is how he comprehended the fury of the Demon Horn Flame Lion? No wonder the ambition of the Painting Pavilion suddenly became so great that he accepted a demon disciple!"

......

Everyone was shocked, and they looked at the demonic beast one by one, and there was a trace of fear in their eyes.

Ambition is proportional to strength, whether it is Qianwuguo, Painting Pavilion or Le Pavilion, all of them have given birth to geniuses, while on the other hand, Shige, Situ Shijia, etc., have gradually declined, and the weak will naturally be replaced by the strong.

Roar!

The Demon Horned Flame Lion roared wildly in the sky again, but this time, the sound waves were surging in the direction of Ning Haoxuan!

Everywhere he passed, the hail and snowflakes dissipated instantly, and the originally violent wind was actually shocked and flew back, blowing Ning Haoxuan's whole person back a few steps, his clothes wrinkled wildly, his hair flew wildly, and he even felt difficult to breathe.

Boom Boom!

The Demon Horn Flame Lion's body shook, and then the earth shook, and the two horns rushed towards Ning Haoxuan!

As it ran, its whole body actually began to burn with raging flames, with unstoppable power and heat, as if it could shatter everything in front of it!

The rain and wind turned sharply, and the good flower branches were damaged.

Ning Haoxuan's pupils shrank suddenly, his face turned pale, his wrists trembled wildly, this time his handwriting was a little sloppy, and he wrote a poem in an instant.

Snort!

The mad knife was like a knife, and the drizzle was like a needle, and it fell madly on the Demon Horn Flame Lion, making its body full of holes, but it still couldn't stop its steps.

Roar!

With a roar, the body of the Demon Horn Flame Lion was already close to Ning Haoxuan, and its horns flashed with a cold cold light, and with a killing intent, it crashed into him.

Shield!

A shield appeared in front of Ning Haoxuan's body, but it only delayed the attack of the Demon Horn Flame Lion, and then, his entire body flew into the air and was directly knocked out of the ring!

Burst!

A mouthful of blood spurted from his mouth, and he looked sluggish.

On the ring, the Devil's Horn Flame Lion had obviously reached the end of the tree, and the ink on his body was like blood, and it began to flow, and the lines gradually became blurred, and it didn't take long for him to disappear.

At the same time, Yun Hong's face also lost a bit of blood, and his will was contained in the painting, and if the painting was destroyed, his will would naturally be affected.

The competition between the two was huge, which amazed everyone's hearts.

Confucianism and Taoism rarely make shots, let alone this level of competition, which directly demonstrates the strength of Confucianism and Taoism.

Every stroke has the power to destroy the world, and between gestures without losing grace, in terms of the appreciation of battle, Confucianism and Taoism are obviously more beautiful, and it is really like painting.

"Hahaha, it's worthy of the painting of the pavilion, it's really amazing!" Huangfu Lang laughed, and immediately announced: "In the first battle, the painting pavilion Yun Hongsheng wins!"

His announcement made most people wake up from a dream, and their eyes were extremely complicated, you must know that Shige has always been recognized as Confucianism and Taoism orthodoxy, and it has overwhelmed the painting pavilion and the music pavilion.

It seems that with the change of the times, all the forces will be reshuffled, and some of the old forces in the past will be the primary target!

(End of chapter)