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On the top of the mountain, the painting road looks into the distance.

There is a bright moon in the canopy, slowly shuttling through the mist and clouds.

At this time, the painting is standing in the wind, not moving.

He was waiting, waiting for the arrival of the man who the walker had spoken.

I don't know when, the clouds gradually became thicker, hidden in the moonlight, and gathered Xiaoyi.

The slight smoke of this work suddenly became wild.

"Whew..."

The wind is blowing, and the painting is made by hunting in a robe.

The wind stopped, and the place where the painting door was located suddenly showed a cool and quiet path in the evening.

At this moment, the mountains are dyed with flowers, the shadows of the trees are sparse, and the flowers are flying.

In the chaos of cold light, a figure appeared out of thin air.

The person who came was plainly dressed and hung in the air, his body was dignified, and he was alone, if he had the courage of ten thousand people.

Hua Daozi looked at the person, and his eyebrows were furrowed even deeper.

With his strength, he couldn't even detect the breath of the person who came.

After a moment of silence, he said, "You're here." ”

Ah Biao glanced at Daozi indifferently and said, "I think you should also know my intention." ”

Hua Daozi responded: "Yes." ”

As he spoke, he paused for a moment, and then said, "This cultivator, before I started, I still didn't know something. ”

Ah Biao said: "You say." ”

Drawing Daozi said: "I want to know, where did Wu Xuan provoke your son-in-law?"

"My son-in-law?"

Ah Biao was stunned, smiled coldly, and said, "You don't need to know too much, you just need to know that Wu Xuan provoked people who shouldn't be provoked." ”

Hua Daozi frowned, and said, "Fellow Xiu, I have never asked about the world, and I live in seclusion in the mountains, so I may turn my conflict into a jade silk?"

"Don't ask about the world?"

"Secluded in the mountains?"

"Turn hostility into friendship?"

Ah Biao smiled contemptuously, shook his head and said, "Impossible." ”

Hua Daozi's face was gloomy like water, and he said, "In this way, there is no room for maneuver in this matter?"

Ah Biao said: "No." ”

Drawing Daozi said: "This cultivator, even if you have some strength, I won't let anyone slaughter you!"

After that, the painting Daozi waved his hand.

"Whew!"

Then I saw that a streamer shot straight into the sky.

"Bang!"

Only a roar was heard, and the streamer suddenly exploded in the zenith.

Countless crystal light points float and sweep each other, and then outline a majestic landscape scene in the sky.

With the derivation of this vision, the quiet mountain gate of the original work protrudes with the sound of breaking through the air.

"Whoa, whoa!"

After a while, one figure after another settled on the left and right of the painting road.

"Master, what's going on?"

"As soon as the picture of the country appears, it means that my painting door has reached the point of life and death. ”

"Could it be that there is a great enemy coming?"

“......”

The sound of discussion rose in bursts and was endless.

Within a moment, the canopy of heaven was occupied by countless monks.

Ah Biao was surrounded by the crowd, looking thin.

The strength of these monks is uneven, the weak ones are only Ning Dan, and the strong ones are imaginary.

The two Void Reality Realm monks were lined up on the left and right of the Painting Daozi, and they didn't speak, just looked at Ah Biao with a solemn face.

Ah Biao was silent, he seemed to be waiting, waiting for the arrangement of the painting.

After a while, the monks who came from the four sides gradually stopped talking.

Their eyes were locked on Ah Biao.

Accepting the gaze of thousands of cold eyes, Ah Biao was unmoved, and the whole person seemed to be as usual.

He smiled faintly, looked at the painting Daozi and said, "How unbeatable my Dao painting door is, come and take a look, it turns out to be so unbearable!"

Hearing this, the monk who painted the door was furious.

"Bold!"

"How can I paint the door so small that I can slander it?"

"Are you looking for death?"

“......”

The many monks were angry, and they glared at Ah Biao coldly.

Although the painting gate is a hidden force, the strong people in the door are not as few as the big forces like the Sifang Pavilion.

Ah Biao's contemptuous words, how could he have the slightest meaning of putting the painting door in his eyes?

Ah Biao smiled, smiling very casually, casually as if the wind was light.

He said, "Draw the Daozi, let the Fusion Realm monk in your painting door appear! He joins forces with you, maybe barely enough for me to make a move." ”

Hearing Ah Biao's words, the monks in the four directions were all furious.

"What a megalomant!"

"Those who draw the door lightly should be punished!"

"Those who insult me should be killed!"

“......”

One by one, the monks shouted angrily, and there was a faint urge to make a move.

Ah Biao didn't think so, and he didn't look at those who were slanderous.

At this time, in the peak of the mountain where the painting door was located, a sigh suddenly spread.

Immediately after, an old man appeared out of thin air in front of the painter.

This old man has white hair and a slightly rickety body.

With the appearance of the old man, the person who painted the door fell silent.

The old man has the strength of the Merge Realm, and he is only one step away from the Tribulation Realm, his name is Xiao Yuan.

At this time, Xiao Yuan paused, he first looked at Ah Biao, and then looked at Hua Daozi and said, "Door master, there is no room for maneuver in this battle?"

Hua Daozi nodded and said, "That's why I inspired the Jiangshan map." ”

Xiao Yuan paused and said, "It seems that tonight, there is a battle of life and death in my painting gate!"

Saying that, Xiao Yuan turned to look at Ah Biao and said, "I don't know where I offended Your Excellency?"

Ah Biao said: "The painting door didn't offend me, but it provoked a person who shouldn't be provoked." ”

Xiao Yuan's eyebrows sank and said, "Who?"

Ah Biao said: "You are not qualified to know his name. ”

Xiao Yuan paused, with his strength and identity, how could he have been so scorned?

He didn't respond to anything, just waited quietly, waiting for a battle of life and death to come.

After a moment of delay, he painted Daozi and said: "This cultivator, all the people I painted the door have been here, let's do it!"

Ah Biao smiled faintly, covered his hand and waved, and two golden lights suddenly appeared in front of him.

Under the golden radiance, two artifacts appeared.

These two utensils, a large axe and a long pen.

Ah Biao looked at the painting and said, "Don't say that I bullied you to paint the door, choose it!"

Painting Daozi was stunned, if he didn't know what Ah Biao meant.

Ah Biao said: "This axe is called Yantian Axe, and this pen is called Yantian Pen." Today, I single-handedly pick up the whole painting door with one device, and I only have one trick. ”

Ah Biao's words are unhurried and unhurried, and give people a sense of casualness.

But these words fell into the ears of those who painted the door, and it undoubtedly became a great provocation and contempt.

Hua Daozi cut his teeth, he can do anything for the walker, because the walker is kind to him.

In his heart, the walker is his teacher, and even if the walker wants to take his life, he will not resist.

But Ah Biao is different, Hua Daozi doesn't know him, that's why he is so tough.

At this time, the monks who surrounded the four sides of the painting door all gritted their teeth with hatred.

They glared at Ah Biao viciously, and there was a cold aura waving up and down Zhou's body.

After a moment of delay, he said: "Your Excellency is really arrogant, I want to see how you can single-handedly pick up my entire painting door with one weapon and one move!"

As he spoke, he made a casual move, and a long emerald pen paused into his hand.

"Kill!"

Drawing Daozi raised his pen and shouted.

As soon as the words stopped, countless painting monks had rushed out.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

“......”

The silence of the mountains and fields was broken in an instant, and then I saw a torrent of fog and fog surging towards Ah Biao with a mighty sound.

"Boom...."

At this moment, in the night moon and long sky, the clear morning frost dispersed, the sword light and sword shadow flew across, and people shouted with each other, and their strength was fierce.

On this occasion, Hua Daozi and Xiao Yuan also rushed out.

The strength of the painting Daozi is much stronger than Xiao Yuan, he is a genuine Tribulation Realm monk.

"Boom..."

The long pen of jade, coming from the sky, covering the roar of mountains and rivers, caused a wave of time and space turmoil.

At this time, countless attacks moved in unison, and then attacked straight towards Ah Biao.

Ah Biao hung in mid-air, and the whole person looked flat.

"If you don't choose, I'll choose myself!"

Ah Biao said to himself, and with a light dip in his hand, the golden axe suddenly disappeared.

"Since you are the ones who draw the door, you should be good at brushwork. ”

As soon as these words came out, Ah Biao moved, and Yan Tian pointed a little in front of him.

With this pen, the universe is complete.

In an instant, the many painting monks who rushed to kill only felt that the stars and moon moved into the sky, and the heavens and the earth changed.

When they appeared, everyone found that they were in a dark and misty world.

At this time, Ah Biao held the Yantian pen in his hand and stood tall.

Seeing this scene, both Daozi and Xiao Yuan were shocked.

They were full of disbelief, although they were strong, but they unknowingly fell into Ah Biao's virtual reality.

Ah Biao had a cold face, staring at Hua Daozi and the others: "One move from my Yantian pen, there are a total of seven styles!"

The words were still lingering, but Ah Biao's figure had disappeared.

Immediately after, in the misty sky, a huge shadow of golden light suddenly appeared.

Xiao Yuan frowned, and shouted: "Why are you still stunned?

"Whew!"

"Boom!"

Before the person who painted the door could do it, the shadow of the shimmering golden brush had already fallen, and what swept away was a dazzling sharp brushstroke.

The horizontal pen is like a thousand miles of clouds, looming in a solid shape;

The pen is like a peak falling stone, knocking like a landslide;

The brush is like a broken rhino elephant, floating like a shadow;

The folding pen is like a hundred crossbows, and it is vertical and horizontal;

The vertical pen is like a withered vine for thousands of years, delicate and sharp;

If the pen collapses and the waves are thundering, the animals are angry and depressed;

The hook pen is a strong crossbow joint, first easy and then strange.

The seven-style brushstrokes rushed down majestically, and fell straight down to the front of everyone in the painting door.

Seeing this, where did Hua Daozi and others dare to hesitate?

The mighty Yuan Force surged out, and the long pen of the self-drawn Daozi suddenly became verdant, covering Cangyu in an instant.

However, what is shocking is that whether it is the pen power of the painting Daozi or the attack of the people in the painting door, under these seven brushstrokes, they all collapsed and disintegrated in an instant.

Seven golden rays flashed and moved-"Boom!boom!boom..."

A deafening explosion resounded across the universe - "Bang, bang, bang..."

Countless figures were thrown into the air, blood splattered, and a large blood mist was raised.

In the next moment, the shadow of the pen was scattered, and Ah Biao's figure hung out in the air, and he looked at Hua Daozi and the others indifferently, with a state of contempt.

After a while, the mist drifted away, and Ah Biao's figure gradually became illusory with the disappearance of the misty.

Where the painting door is located, the stars and the moon are still the same.

The people in the painting door woke up from their stupor, and they stumbled to the ground, full of horror.

Not far away, Ah Biao was holding a Yantian pen in one hand and a jar of spirits in the other.

Ah Biao raised the altar and drank, and sighed: "Bow down and describe the details, and the poems are beautiful." If you ask why painting is like this? ”

After that, Ah Biao clicked the pen and moved.

"Whew!"

A touch of gold burst out from the Yantian brush, and then flew straight towards the mountain gate of the painting gate.

"Boom!"

"Bang!"

When the golden mangs settled, the mountains and rivers where the painting gate was located suddenly roared violently.

Then I saw that the originally majestic and magnificent mountain range was actually opened in the middle.

Seeing this, the painter Daozi was stunned, Xiao Yuan was also stunned, and many painting monks were also dumbfounded.

They looked at the mountains and rivers that had been split by Ah Biao's pen in horror, and they couldn't say a word for a long time.

"This..."

Hua Daozi looked horrified, no matter how he guessed, he didn't expect it to be the end now.

Xiao Yuan paused and said, "Door master, I'm painting the door tonight, I'm afraid I'm going to die!"

As he spoke, he sighed.

In Ah Biao's realm of void and reality, the monks of the entire painting sect were all seriously injured.

Xiao Yuan knew very well that the power of this simple-looking man had reached a point where he could not be speculated.

Painting Daozi had a gloomy face, he knew better than Xiao Yuan that Ah Biao's seven moves could have killed all the painting monks.

At this moment, the place where the whole painting door is located is surprisingly quiet.

Countless monks, enduring the severe pain, glared at Ah Biao with hatred.

In this regard, Ah Biao disagreed, and only drank wine by himself.

At some point, Ah Biao turned away and looked like he wanted to leave.

He paused for a moment and said, "Those who draw the door must not set foot in the Imperial City of Middle-earth for half a step from now on! Otherwise, the next time I come, it will not be a simple mountain split!"

In other words, the Ah Biao people have disappeared into the sky, leaving only a lonely moon, hanging in the air.

Seeing Ah Biao leaving, the monks who painted the door were all stunned, and the depression that lingered in their hearts seemed to be dismissed with Ah Biao's disappearance.

Xiao Yuanning frowned, and asked at the painting daozi, "Door master, this..."

Hua Daozi waved his hand and said, "Elder Xiao, inform me, from now on, all those who paint the door are not allowed to enter the Imperial City of Middle-earth for half a step, if there is any disobedience, kill!"

Xiao Yuan nodded and said, "Sect Master, what happened? When did I draw the door to provoke such a powerful existence." ”

Draw Daozi said: "It's Wu Xuan." ”

"Wu Xuan?"

Xiao Yuan was stunned for a moment, remembering that not long ago, Wu Xuan seemed to take a group of disciples and disciples to the Imperial City of Middle-earth to exchange ways of painting.

After pondering for a moment, Xiao Yuan said, "Sect Master, you might see his strength?"

Hua Daozi shook his head and said, "I can't see through him." ”

Xiao Yuan said: "The strength of the master of the sect to cross the tribulation realm, I can't even see through him, how strong is his strength?"

Drawing Daozi said: "His strength is probably beyond your and mine's cognition." The monks I painted the door were of varying strength, but under his one-stroke seven-style brushstrokes, the injuries he suffered were the same. ”

Xiao Yuan's brows sank, as if he didn't know the meaning of the words.

"When I say the same injuries, I mean the degree to which each body's body can bear it. ”

By painting Daozi like this, Xiao Yuan was shocked, and deep in his heart, he couldn't help but be even more shocked.

At this time, the painter said: "Wu Xuan, Wu Xuan, what kind of existence did you provoke for me?"

As he spoke, Hua Daozi stood up with difficulty, and his mind was full of Ah Biao's seven-style strokes.

After a moment of delay, he drew a Taoist and said, "Old Xiao, immediately send someone to inform Wu Xuan to return to the mountain!"

Xiao Yuan nodded, secretly hating in his heart, Wu Xuan was arrogant, and everyone in the painting door knew it.

Only this time, Wu Xuan's loftiness and arrogance caused so much trouble for the painting door.

......

At this moment, in the mountains and wilderness east of Middle-earth, Wu Xuan and his party were hurrying back towards the painting gate.

Wu Xuan said that if the walker let him go, he would return to Middle-earth, and he would come back with the unevenness of the painting gate.

In Wu Xuan's opinion, although the walker has the strength of the virtual and real mirror, there are not no such strong people in the painting gate, not to mention, there are monks like Xiao Yuan and Daozi who transcend the virtual reality.

"What I Wu Xuan said, I will never change it, and when I return to the painting door, I will entrust this matter to the door master, and I will definitely let you give me justice!"

While running, Wu Xuan secretly pondered.

As everyone knows, what awaits him in the painting door is horror.

......

The next day, the sky was clear.

The Imperial City of Middle-earth, it's business as usual.

In the morning, after the tiger was tied, he came to Yuanfu.

Tianyi, as in the past, began to teach Huzi to paint.

Qian Yu accompanied Tianyi, staring intently.

She didn't know how to draw, and she didn't like to draw, but she still watched intently.

Chiba stayed by Qianyu's side, and for some reason, she became a lot more reticent.

Not long after, outside the Yuan Mansion, there was the sound of smelting, and it was also mixed with the sound of the walker's broom.

"Ah Biao, are you feeling better? Why don't you rest today?"

Iron Bull's deep voice slowly spread.

Ah Biao said: "Brother Tie Niu, I'm fine, it's just a little cold." ”

"Ah Biao, don't hide it from your eldest brother!"

Ah Biao smiled: "Brother Tie Niu, am I, Ah Biao, the kind of person who lives to suffer crimes?

Saying that, Ah Biao paused, and then said: "Brother Tieniu, you said yesterday that the flower and wine are enough, I am unwell, and I didn't catch up, maybe it will be tonight?"

Tie Niu shook his head again and again, and said: "This is not good, Ah Zhen said, you have to strictly control the amount of alcohol in the future, we can squander it for a few years when we are young and strong, and in a few years, we will not move the sledgehammer in our hands!"

As he spoke, Iron Bull sighed softly.

But if he lamented it like this, time would not sympathize with him.

Time is fair and cruel.

Ah Biao paused, and surprisingly didn't answer anything.

Tie Niu only cared about the hammer, and didn't see the melancholy in Ah Biao's expression, and quipped: "Ah Biao, how about making more money in the future, asking for a beautiful daughter-in-law for you?"

......

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