Shi Dabiao stared at the man wearing the hat, smiled meaningfully, and the evil sword eyebrows were peaked, standing in the air, and he was not in a hurry to make a move.

At this moment, night fell, the wind was cool, the top of Tianma Mountain, and light smoke curled.

Shi Dabiao raised his hand, and the Yantian pen flew and rotated, flying up and down, like flowing water, and the way of living was uncertain, and said: "Make the author, not the pen." Those who use ink should not use it for ink. Pen and ink, the shallow and close things of people, the two things and do not know how to manipulate, and how can they be wonderful?"

When the words fell, Shi Dabiao moved with his pen, and the pen was like the wind, covering thousands of miles of clouds, smooth and calm.

I saw that the sharp shadows of the pen were in mid-air, making a sky of flying snow and clouds, covering the mighty mountains and rivers.

Heavy pen shadows, there is a void in the real, the real is seen in the virtual, the virtual and the real are integrated, and the pen has a thousand powers.

Under Shi Dabiao's brushstrokes, there seems to be a sound swaying, which makes the world more silent, like the hustle and bustle in the red dust, and it seems to be fading away.

Seeing this scene, Wu Wang and the others were all dumbfounded, they were immersed in Shi Dabiao's natural and subtle brushstroke, and they couldn't extricate themselves for a long time.

At this time, Shi Dabiao exercised the Yantian pen, the pen path was vertical and horizontal, and he wanted to be horizontal and vertical first, and he was ethereal, but the ghosts and gods were unpredictable.

The man with the hat stood motionless, and for a moment the hat above his head suddenly split apart in the swaying of a breeze.

This change suddenly made the man's true appearance reveal in everyone's eyes, and his long black hair, untied or untied, was slightly fluttering.

The man has a cheek with distinct facial features like a carving, sideburns like a knife, eyebrows like ink paintings, uninhibited, elegant and calm.

He stared at Shi Dabiao's figure with a stroke of the pen in a daze, and only the fluttering strokes remained in his eyes.

The evil sword's expression was covered with frost, and his face was solemn, saying the horror in his heart at this time.

In his eyes, Shi Dabiao's pen strokes were majestic and unrestrained, and there seemed to be something else between the dots.

After a drill, Shi Dabiao suddenly put away his pen and stood up, at this moment, above the air, only the traces of the void spirit pen remained, swaying between the true and the false.

Shi Dabiao smiled slightly, looked at the man meaningfully, and asked, "Can you see clearly, when I start the pen, move the pen, and close the pen, how many strokes are there?"

The man paused, and replied, "Seven-style strokes!"

As he spoke, the man suddenly knelt on the ground and said gratefully: "Thank you seniors for teaching pen skills!

Everyone was stunned: "Yufeng?" seemed to think that such a name was very peculiar.

Shi Dabiao waved his hand and said, "Okay, I've done my best, and that guy will be handed over!"

At this point, he looked at the evil sword, and there was no fluctuation in his expression, only that the clouds were light and the wind was light.

Yu Feng's eyes froze, and he got up and looked towards the evil sword, and the battle intent in his eyes rose to the sky.

He only has the strength to refine the void, and the evil sword is the powerhouse of the void and reality mirror, if it is changed to the past, that gap cannot be healed.

However, under the teaching of Shi Dabiao, Yu Feng learned the seven styles of brushstrokes, and under the brush, a bridge was outlined above the chasm.

Yu Feng didn't know why he was able to learn that pen skill so quickly, and he only remembered the pen path that came out of his eyes.

At this time, Wu Wang and the others were all stunned, they thought that Shi Dabiao would personally deal with the evil sword, but they didn't expect it to be like this in the end.

In their eyes, Shi Dabiao's wielding strokes came and went without a trace, mysterious and dazzling.

But Shi Dabiao just rehearsed it like a thunderbolt, and then let Yu Feng and the evil sword go against each other, isn't this too much child's play?

You know, before that, Yufeng couldn't even bear the power of the evil sword.

Feeling everyone's surprise and surprise, Shi Dabiao was unmoved, but said inexplicably: "Danqing is a unicorn, who is the unicorn extraordinary?"

As he spoke, Shi Dabiao walked to the side, then sat on the ground, letting the snow fall on him, and he only took care of the altar for drinking.

At this time, the evil sword standing in the air, after feeling the strong battle intent coming from Yu Feng's body, the solemnity in his eyes became even more vigorous.

He gritted his teeth, the "gurgling" sound of his gnashing teeth could be heard clearly, and he said coldly: "So make a fool of yourself!"

The words stopped, and the evil sword raised the long sword in his hand.

The sword is out, sharp and cold, the air is across the nine fields, the high breeze is in the sky, there are flying rainbows falling from the sky, and the wind and snow are obliquely rolled.

The long sword moved, the wind and clouds changed, the sword shadow came from the sky, and the mighty momentum seemed to be unstoppable.

The wind does not change color, the Qianjun pen moves with the wind, and the dark pen barrel draws a yin and yang light and dark pen shadow in the long sky.

The pen is out, the sky is thousands of miles, there is a dragon walking the pen, a pile of snow is spread, and a rain of smoke falls.

In an instant, the sword and pen have been exchanged together.

"Bang Bang Bang"

Earth-shattering explosions came and went, causing turmoil in the mountains and rivers and debris all over the sky.

After this confrontation, the figures of the Wind Resistant and the Evil Sword both flew back, the former did not spit blood as before, but seemed to exchange the power of the Evil Sword with the anti-shock, and came to an equal end.

Seeing this, the face of the evil sword was extremely gloomy, and he stared at Yu Feng in disbelief, and exclaimed, "Impossible! This is impossible! How can a cultivator of the void be able to distinguish between me and me?"

Compared to the evil sword, Yu Feng was also shocked at this time, but his shock was shrouded in joy and excitement.

The attack that Shi Cai picked up the pen was Shi Dabiao's previous momentum.

What he couldn't have imagined was that it was this pen that allowed him not to fall behind in the confrontation with the Void and Reality Mirror Monk.

Thinking about it, Yu Feng became even more high-spirited, and at this moment, his fighting spirit was surging and his fighting spirit was high.

At this time, the evil sword was still in a state of panic, and Yu Feng had already taken the initiative to attack.

"Whoa, whoa!"

A series of sharp pen shadows swept through the sky and snowy night, the power of the mighty fire yuan surging out, and the fire dragon swam the pen in an instant to cover Cangyu, only to see, Qianjun's pen:

There are horizontal strokes like thousands of miles of clouds, looming in real shape.

A bit of a pen like a peak falling stone, knocking like a landslide.

There is a pen like a broken rhino elephant, floating like a shadow.

There is a folding pen such as a hundred crossbow hair, and it is vertical and horizontal.

There is a vertical pen like a withered vine for thousands of years, delicate and sharp.

There is a pen like a crash and thunder, and the animal is angry and depressed.

There is a hook pen to make a strong crossbow joint, first escape and then strange.

Seven-style strokes, majestic and galloping, straight to the evil sword.

In the face of the overwhelming pen power, the evil sword was caught off guard, and his struggling attitude was already at a disadvantage.

The more the wind fights, the more courageous it becomes, and the Qianjun pen is made like flowing water by its luck.

Wu Forget and the others watched the fierce battle above the canopy, and they all looked like they couldn't figure it out, how could they not understand how the wind could suppress the evil sword if they were only dialed by Shi Dabiao?

Full of doubts, everyone looked at Shi Dabiao, as if hoping that the latter could give them a reasonable explanation.

At this time, the breeze is accompanied by snow, and the air is filled with a mellow aroma of wine.

Shi Dabiao squinted his eyes and sat comfortably in the snow, leisurely, envious of others.

The battle above the canopy continued, and the evil sword flew upside down with a blow from the wind, and a salty smell gushed through its throat, almost spurting blood.

He stared at the wind viciously, and in his heart there was nothing but horror and only monstrous anger.

A dignified and real mirror powerhouse, but was suppressed by a refining void monk, if this word spreads, I am afraid that his evil sword is well-known and will laugh.

After the evil sword paused, a flash of determination flashed in his eyes, and he had already decided to use the unique ability of the Void and Reality Cultivator to use the Void and Reality Domain to deal with the wind.

With a flick of the long sword, the clouds and mist were hidden, and they were dyed into wind and rain.

Seeing this scene, Yu Feng was not afraid at all, at this moment, he had Lingyun's battle intent in his chest, and he pointed a thousand jun pens horizontally, and attacked him.

Seeing that the two were about to fight together, but at this moment, a mutation protruded.

I saw that in the clear and snowy sky, a dazzling crack suddenly appeared, and the roaring sound was deafening-"Boom!"

The next moment, from the crack, a sword slipped like an arc of lightning, and in the blink of an eye, the sword slashed at the sword momentum of the evil sword.

I only heard a shocking sound of "bang", and the sword momentum of the evil sword was broken inch by inch under the slash of the sword, and in an instant, all of them dissipated into the air.

Receiving this knife blow, the evil sword could no longer stabilize its body, and rolled straight behind him, and the blood in his mouth was even more spurting like a spring-"Poof!"

The sword dissipated, and a rickety old man appeared in front of Yu Feng, the old man was gray-haired, although he was bent over, but he gave people a proud and upright appearance.

In the old man's hand, there was a wooden blade diagonally, and there was no trace of sharpness.

Wu Wang and the other people who came all the way from the land of Nangong, after seeing this old man, their expressions were moved, they knew this old man, but they couldn't name him.

This old man doesn't do anyone else, it is the knife in Nangong Li's mouth, his real name is Dao Wuji, and Dao Sheng, one of the three kings of Nangong, is his only son.

Seeing Dao Wuji appear, Yufeng bowed slightly to him and said, "Yufeng has seen Wuji's predecessors!"

Dao Wuji nodded slightly, he first looked at Shi Dabiao and the others, and then cast his gaze on the evil sword that had retreated into the distance.

After receiving Dao Wuji's gaze, Evil Sword's whole person trembled, and he could feel that Dao Wuji's gaze was far sharper than the wooden knife in his hand.

Dao Wuji smiled and said, "Evil Sword, I haven't seen you for so many years, don't come unharmed?"

The evil sword frowned, flew forward, and then bowed slightly to Dao Wuji under the surprise of everyone, and said, "Thanks to Wuji's predecessors, the evil sword is sincerely afraid!"

Dao Wuji said: "I didn't miss you, I didn't expect that after a long time, your strength has greatly improved, and you can actually break through the void and reach the virtual reality mirror!"

The evil sword was stunned, and said: "In the eyes of Wuji's predecessors, the evil sword has this ability, but it can't be entered!"

Hearing this, Dao Wuji's face sank, and he said coldly: "It's just that what I can't figure out is that you are a dignified and real monk, why did you make a move on my Nangong junior?"

He looked at the wind beside him, his expression was full of doubts, with his strength, he could detect the pen blade and sword qi diffused between heaven and earth, thinking that the wind and the evil sword should have been fighting for a while.

What made Dao Wuji puzzled was how Yu Feng held out until he arrived under the attack of the evil sword?

Hearing Dao Wuji's words, the evil sword's face suddenly turned red, and his expression was mixed with extreme horror.

The evil sword aimed at Yu Feng, he never thought that Yu Feng was actually a person from Nangong Pavilion, as soon as he thought of this, his thoughts suddenly became a little disordered.

This action was not appointed by Chi Banyun, but Chi Hao's lonely act, if this matter was reported back to Chonglou, they would definitely be punished.

As soon as he thought of this, Evil Sword's mind couldn't help but be at a loss, and he stared at Dao Wuji and said, "Senior Wuji, this matter should be a misunderstanding. ”

Dao Wuji was stunned: "Misunderstanding?"

The evil sword nodded hurriedly, he knew that this matter must not be made a big fuss, otherwise, not only would he not be able to eat and walk around, but he would even implicate Chi Yu.

Now that the heavy building is imminent, if this matter is revealed, Chi Yu will lose the qualification to compete for the next person at the helm.

Thinking of this, the evil sword no longer had the slightest intention to fight, and only thought about how to calm things down.

Dao Wuji was stunned, and turned to look at Yufeng beside him.

Yu Feng said: "Wuji senior, this person is trying to compete for the cicada whistle. ”

Dao Wuji was taken aback and said, "Cicada whistle, but the cicada whistle, the artifact of Chonglou, is scrambling?"

He was a little confused, how could he not know about the cicada whistle? When he was still active in the Fenglan Continent, this flute was revealed, but the cicada whistle was originally a thing of the heavy building, why is it that the people of the heavy building are competing for it now?

Yu Feng nodded, he didn't know much about the cicada whistle, he just looked at Shi Dabiao, opened his mouth, but he wanted to say something again.

Seeing this, the evil sword was slightly stunned, and then spoke: "Senior Wuji, as you are, you also know that the cicada whistle is my heavy building, but it was taken away by someone by skill! It is precisely because of this that the juniors made a move on them, and I didn't know in advance that he was from Nangong. ”

The evil sword deliberately looked at Yu Feng, in his mind, as long as he put aside the relationship between Nangong Pavilion, he would not have a chance to take back the cicada whistle.

Dao Wuji pondered for a moment, and then fixed his gaze on Shi Dabiao, as early as when he appeared, he sensed the latter's leisurely attitude.

At this time, Shi Dabiao put one hand on the wine jar, and his whole head was low, as if he was asleep.

Wu Wu paused, stepped forward, and said: "Senior, the cicada whistle is our normal income, this person has bad intentions and tries to backtrack!"

Dao Wuji smiled, he appreciated Wu Wu very much, because he used a knife, Wu Wu also used a knife, and the people who used the knife were somewhat sympathetic.

Of course, the reason why Dao Wuji appreciates Wu Forget is far more than that, the latter was once the little Dan Emperor who was famous in Nangong, and he was included in Nangong Pavilion at a young age, and Huo Yuan's talent was extremely outstanding.

What's even more shocking is that Wu Wang's body also has another kind of Yuan Force, the Water Yuan Force.

After Dao Wuji returned to Nangong from the realm of creation, Nangong Xia told him some secret things, including the fact that Wu Forgetfulness was a body of concurrent cultivation.

According to Nangong Xia's meaning, he hoped that Dao Wuji would accept Wu Forget as his personal disciple.

Dao Wuji smiled kindly after hearing Wu Wuji's words, then turned his eyes to look at the evil sword, and said, "Evil sword, you have also heard it, this matter is not right for you to rebuild the building first! This is not far from the nine-story building, I don't mind going to the door to reason with Chi Banyun!"

Hearing this, Evil Sword's face turned pale, and from Sword Wuji's words, he could hear a kind of favoritism, and this partiality was unconcealed.

The evil sword calmed down for a long time before he spoke: "Senior Wuji, the evil sword hereby apologizes to you!"

As he spoke, he bowed in the direction where Wu Wu and the others were, with a sincere attitude, where is there still the previous domineering?

Dao Wuji smiled and turned to look at Wu Wang, as if to ask if he was satisfied with the evil sword's behavior, and if not, he didn't mind letting the evil sword leave some deep memories.

After realizing the meaning of the sword, Wu Wang's expression moved, the latter tried in vain to intercept them in Tianma Mountain, for such a powerful person, Wu Wu has always been jealous.

After thinking about it for a while, Wu Wu wanted to speak, even if he didn't let Dao Wuji kill the evil sword, then he would have to make the evil sword pay a terrible price for it.

But just as Wu Wu was about to speak, Wu Yi beside him was the first to say: "Senior, since he knows that he is wrong and apologizes, let this matter be stopped!"

Hearing this, Wu Wu suddenly changed his discoloration and said in surprise: "Little white face, what do you mean by this? Have you forgotten that before this, he was ready to kill all of us here." ”

Wuyi smiled, didn't respond anything, and bowed to Dao Wuji, grateful for his imminent move.

Dao Wuji paused slightly, and there was a more incomprehensible look in the eyes of Wuyi.

The evil sword was stunned, with his sophistication, how could he not hear the words of the sword without extreme talent?

Although he was sure that Dao Wuji would not kill him, if the latter was really investigated, it would be absolutely impossible for him to retreat from it today.

Dao Wuji said: "That is the case, today's matter is over, I will say hello to Chi Banyun when I return to the descendants of Chonglou, if I have time, I will personally visit the door!"

As soon as he heard the words "door-to-door visit", the whole person of Evil Sword shuddered, and said: "Wuji senior, if you say, the junior will definitely bring it! It's just that the junior can't leave now, because the mad sword is also here!"

Dao Wuji was stunned: "Crazy knife?"

He seemed to remember something, and a faint smile crossed his lips.

At this moment, in the depths of the sky, a sudden rumbling sound came out, and then it was seen that Yan Shuai and Crazy Dao appeared one after another.

Whether it was Yan Shuai or Crazy Knife, their faces were covered with paleness, and no one knew what kind of fierce battle the two had in the realm of virtual reality on that side, but looking at the appearance of the two of them, they seemed to be injured.

Yan Shuai glanced at Dao Wuji, then glanced at Yu Feng in surprise, and after thinking about it for a while, he also guessed a lot.

The next moment, he looked towards the mad knife and said, "Your knife can barely be called a knife, and the previous battle was also enjoyable." ”

After saying that, Yan Shuai didn't wait for the mad knife to respond to anything, and flew straight towards the top of Tianma Mountain where Wu Wang and the others were.

Crazy Dao frowned, and was about to refute, but his gaze happened to fall on Dao Wuji.

His expression changed stunned, his face was incredible, and he said tremblingly: "Teacher"

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