"What is this Lu Gongzi doing? The scroll is so high, is it possible that he wants to volley ink in the air...... Old Ancestor said with a look of surprise: "No, he can't feel a bit of martial artist's breath on him at all, how can he use such a superb method of air control?"

Murong Jinghong was also a little puzzled by Lu Suifeng's amazing move, but he didn't know what the intention of this move was?

Everyone in the hall was speculating, what method would Lu Suifeng use to wave ink on the ten-meter-high scroll?

Lu Suifeng was leisurely twisting the ink on an inkstone, observing the depth and uniformity of the ink from time to time. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info calligraphy, each person has different shades of ink requirements, depending on the needs of the work.

Under the expectation of countless pairs of eyes, Lu Suifeng held the inkstone in his hand, looked up at the scroll hanging above his head, and suddenly made a move that made people exclaim in unison......

Between breaths, the inkstone fell down rapidly, but not a drop of the flying ink rain fell, and it was quietly suspended in the void.

Lu Suifeng was wearing a green shirt fluttering, his eyes were slightly closed, the corners of his mouth were smiling, his expression was quiet and dignified, and between the stretching of one arm, he actually danced lightly with a finger pen, swaying and rubbing, and the ink rain in the void changed with his fingers, a thread, a wisp, and gently flew towards the scroll hanging in the air, increasing with the ink in order......

The scroll suddenly trembled, and Lu Suifeng's momentum also changed, and his whole body was instantly filled with a cold and murderous aura, as if it was as cold as snowfall in winter, and the temperature around him seemed to drop by a few degrees at once.

Between the ink rain, the wind and clouds change in the hand, the hand falls and hangs upside down, a hook and a stroke are like a knife and a sword, a pinch is just like a gun picking an axe chisel, for a while, the scroll is steaming up and down, and a little ink is rolled up, as if it is full of strong bloody smell.

The last wisp of ink rain fell, and the suspended scroll shook violently, and it trembled; "Ten years to kill one person, thousands of miles without staying." Brushing off the clothes and going away, hiding deep with the name. ＂

At the end of the ink, a light purple mist is revealed on the surface of the scroll, and the cycle is lingering for a long time......

?? In the cage, there seems to be a chivalrous warrior who fights with a sword in the scroll, dripping blood with three Qingfeng, with a silk silence and paleness in the slaughter, one step at a time, a sword swing, a rage and frightening ghosts, behind the cold-blooded and dashing, how much love and hatred are hidden......

The words are full of awe-inspiring murderous aura, making the viewer rely on the illusion of life, although the mood of the people present is extraordinary, but also can't help but be shocked.

After a long time, the purple mist dissipated, and everyone got rid of the shocking illusion, with different expressions and postures, the only thing that was the same was the sweat on everyone's forehead.

Murong Jinghong seems to be no exception, he can't help but fall into it, and his demeanor shows a look of shock that is difficult to hide, he thought that his previous masterpiece can be described as the pinnacle of the explosion of inspiration in his life, if there is no unexpected miracle happening, it is almost a victory. I don't know......

Looking at the scroll hanging in the sky, it also closed with Xi Xi, and slowly fell into Lu Suifeng's hand, and then he let out a long sigh like waking up from a dream; "You won!"

In the face of the absolute strength gap, there is no need to judge which one is stronger or weaker, when Murong Jinghong announced to the whole city in a slightly trembling voice, the audience was very silent, as if they were digesting this information, or were they questioning their own hearing?

After a moment, there was a thunderous applause...... There is too much content in these applause, Yun Lancheng has been depressed, humiliated, and silent for too long, everyone has never had this comfortable feeling, although it is only a literary competition, although it is extremely thrilling, but at least there is the courage to dare to stand up and compete with these behemoth-like forces, this has never happened for hundreds of years, this belated unexpected surprise is enough to make people's hearts excited, so that the heart that has fallen to the bottom can't help but evaporate.

Since the return of the five veins to unification, the entire Yunlan City can be described as changing with each passing day, and the hearts of the people who are scattered and scattered are as unified, and they are no longer the object of weakness and can be kneaded and bullied at will.

The scene in front of him made everyone in the city feel like they were beaten with blood, although they were full of apprehension and worry about the next martial arts, but they also had an expectation, no longer full of despair, because with suspense, everything can happen.

Murong Jinghong quickly came out of his lost state of mind, although he lost a small loss unexpectedly in Wenbi, it did not have much impact on the overall situation, and he will be found in a bloody way in the next martial arts.

According to the previous agreement, this is a confrontation between the younger generations, and those who go to the city to participate in the martial arts competition must not be more than 35 years old, and once they come to power, regardless of the means, regardless of life and death, it is not an exaggeration to call it a battle of life and death.

This is the stage of the life-and-death battle, so there is no need for any referee at all, there is no draw, the loser who falls on the blood splash, and the one who can still stand is naturally the final winner.

At this moment, Murong Jinghong looked at Lu Suifeng's eyes, soft and indifferent, as if he was looking at a corpse that was about to take his last breath, he had already stored the heart of killing in his heart, it was precisely because of the existence of this hateful boy that he challenged his dignity again and again, and stirred up the chips in his hand again and again, how could such a person allow him to continue to live in this world!

Lu Suifeng met the other party's murderous gaze, shrugged his shoulders disappretently, and showed a harmless smile; "Do you really want my life?" and even think of using the most cruel method to dissect my corpse inch by inch?"

"You are really smart, and you already have this kind of awareness, but unfortunately it is not my turn to make a move, and your corpse is cold. Murong Jinghong said unabashedly, with a hint of regret in his expression.

"Yes!" Lu Suifeng did not show the contempt and disdain in his heart, and said playfully: "Don't worry! I will give you the qualification for this challenge when the time comes, and I will not let you go back with this kind of regret." ＂

With Murong Jinghong's shrewdness, he naturally understood the meaning of this sentence, but was it possible? The people he brought this time, the weakest of them all had the strength and cultivation of the middle level of the Breaking Void Realm, and the three people who were about to go to the top were all high-level powerhouses of the Breaking Void Realm. As far as he knew, among the age groups in Yunlan City, the highest cultivation was only the middle level of the Xuanying Realm, and the gap was so big that it was impossible to calculate.

As everyone knows, the information he has is outdated. What is even more unexpected is that the people on the other side who are fighting have no information to check at all, and almost none of them are from the Central Continent.

"You seem to be full of confidence in your people, but you don't know how many people will survive?" Murong Jinghong pursed his lips with disdain, and his words seemed to have a bit of tentative meaning.

"This ...... It's really hard to say, if there is no accident, there should not be a whole corpse. Lu Suifeng sighed sadly, as if he had set a tone for this martial arts competition.

"Hehe! It's rare to reach a consensus on this point, but it's not enough to divide the corpses, don't look at my people in Feixia City as so cruel, don't worry, they will die a happy death." Of course, it also includes you!hehe, haha!" Murong Jinghong smiled very happily, happily, swayed the folding fan, and turned around and walked towards the audience.

"Cut! How can you learn not to understand it the other way around? I really look up to you!" Lu Suifeng's muttering voice fell on Murong Jinghong's ears, but his heart trembled, and he turned around to ask for an understanding, but there was no other party on the stage.

In the nervous expectation of everyone, a figure fell in the center of the stage without shock, dressed in a cyan robe, looking like he was nodding in his thirties, holding a long sword with a simple color in his hand, with a cold and arrogant expression that was difficult to hide.

"Such a young high-level powerhouse in the Void Breaking Realm!" the ancestor in the audience could see this person's cultivation at a glance, and couldn't help but exclaim, "This should be someone sent by Feixia City, right? Terminate the competition immediately!"

Old Ancestor was shocked and ready to get up to stop the continuation of this martial arts competition, but he was put on his shoulder by a slender jade hand, but he was suddenly like a thousand catties of weight, and he couldn't stand up; "Xiao Yan'er, you...... ＂

Ziyan looked at the ancestor's trembling demeanor and smiled softly, "It's just an ant, the ancestor just sits and watches the play with peace of mind, it will definitely be very exciting!"

"This ...... Just now...... Old Ancestor stared in disbelief, staring at Ziyan as if begging for an explanation!

"Shhhhhh ＂

"Well, it turned out to be a little girl, what are you doing here?" Old Ancestor felt that his brain was completely messed up, this was a life-and-death martial arts competition, how could it be such a child's play?

"Ancestor never judged people by their appearance before, but now the higher the cultivation realm, the more they are obsessed. Ziyan said faintly, "Her name is Gu Lanxing, everyone calls her a little witch in private, this cold and arrogant guy is really enough, only here is a silent mourning for him." ＂

"Is it really so terrifying?" Old Ancestor still had a puzzled expression, but there was one thing that made him start to believe a little, with his Qiankun Realm Venerable Vision, he couldn't see through this little girl's true cultivation, and he couldn't help but set off waves in his heart, a broken void in her early thirties was enough to shock people, and a little girl who was less than twenty years old...... How is this possible?

Opposite the man in the green shirt, I don't know when, suddenly stood a woman in a pale yellow simple skirt, who looked eighteen or nineteen years old, three thousand green silks like a waterfall, under the pale yellow skirt, a graceful body was convex and concave, exuding a faint mature atmosphere and charming unique charm.