The new big man came in a panic, and when he saw that the previous big man was dead, he immediately hugged his head and cried, with a grief-stricken face: "Wow, brother, you died first after playing Qiu Ju's stinky *** after playing with you just now, you died so miserably, rest assured, my brother will definitely avenge you!"

Zhuo Wen couldn't help but be speechless, this is really a wave of unsettled waves, buddy, I'll just come out, don't you have to find so much trouble for me to come out?

"Boy, kill my brother, you are dead, I will not let you go. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info "The new big man looks exactly like the dead big man.,At a glance, you know it's a milk compatriot.,But there are still differences.,This big man looks older.,And the strength is also stronger.,Judging from the painting he felt.,Zhuo Wen conservatively estimates,The other party at least has the strength to copy the seventh level.,But fortunately,He came suddenly.,There is no live painting.,If he puts the finishing touches quickly,The situation is more optimistic.,Otherwise, this battle will be difficult to fight.。

"Your brother wants to rob himself and doesn't succeed in wanting to kill, I'm just defending myself, if I don't kill him, he will have to kill me. Zhuo Wen said coldly, in fact, talking is just delaying time, he has already started painting, the non-mainstream has already used it once, if you want to use it again, you have to paint again, of course, the wind sword hero is not a dry meal.

"Whatever your reason, kill my brother, you deserve to die... Huh, wait, robbery, can be fancy by my brother, boy, you must have something good on you!Hahaha, obediently hand over the things, I can give you a decent way to die, otherwise don't blame me for being rude!" The big man laughed and took out the pen and paper.

Hearing what he said, Zhuo Wen couldn't help but be speechless, your brother is really not interesting, as soon as I know that I have good things on me, my brother's death is thrown out of the clouds, and besides, can't you villains change your lines?

"In that case, let's face the wind!" Zhuo Wen wanted to hurry up and kill this big man, but he didn't expect that the other party's speed was still a line faster, and he actually let him quickly summon the success.

Zhuo Wen's eyes narrowed, it seems that the hand speed of the painter is also linked to the level, the higher the level of the painter, the faster the speed of summoning, but, no matter what you summon, first cut a knife!

After receiving Zhuo Wen's order, the two knives on his forefeet scraped each other, making a metallic friction sound, his wings fluttered, and he quickly slashed at the big man, and at the same time, he quietly controlled the newly drawn non-mainstream to fly towards the big man, intending to repeat the old trick.

originally thought that this was already a foolproof strategy, but I didn't expect Zhuo Wen to miscalculate the gap between them, and I didn't expect that this big man's painting spirit turned out to be a frog!

Frog, frog, frog, important thing to say three times!

What is a frog, an amphibian? The mother of a tadpole? No, no, no, the key is not this, the key is -- the frog is the natural enemy of mosquitoes! In other words, Zhuo Wen is afraid that he will be restrained!

"Spit out!" The Wind Sword Hao was still some distance away from the big man, but he didn't think that at this time, a half-human-tall frog next to him suddenly shot out its tongue and stuck directly to the Wind Sword Hao.

A super powerful force dragged the Wind Sword Hao, the big frog opened its mouth, and there was a big intention to swallow the Wind Sword Hao into its stomach, the Wind Sword Hao couldn't help but struggle, but fortunately, it was a swordsman! The double blade slashed forward, and the big frog's tongue was immediately broken, however, because of the relationship between the painting spirit, the big frog only lost some ink, and did not suffer much actual damage at all.

"Oh no, the non-mainstream is coming back!" "The wind Jianhao broke away from the frog's mouth, Zhuo Wen didn't have time to breathe, he just came back to his senses and screamed, but unfortunately, he couldn't catch up, but he saw that the big frog had a big mouth, and another tongue shot out, directly sticking to the non-mainstream, the non-mainstream didn't have a double knife like the Wind Jianhao, and his body was small and had no strength, so he could only be obediently sent into the mouth and chewed by the big frog, even if it had the ability to cause pain, but the big frog was a painting spirit, but he didn't feel pain at all.

"Yo he, I can see it, boy, it turns out that your natal painting spirit is actually a mosquito!" The big man laughed, this is really God help me, I actually met a painter who was restrained by himself, it seems that this fat sheep can't run now.

Looking at the arrogant big frog and the equally arrogant Han master next to him, Zhuo Wen suddenly felt that the pressure doubled, and at this time, he suddenly remembered that the light of painting talent gushing out of the big Han painting just now had reached a height of seven feet, matching the strength of its master, and it was almost not weakened!

It seemed to see Zhuo Wen's surprise, the big man laughed, a cat and mouse banter: "Boy, do you think that the strength of the painting spirit with quick finishing touches is poor? It's a pity, you didn't expect it, this painting was my work an hour ago, the loss of painting talent is not big, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a semi-live painting, well, after knowing the truth, you can also die with peace of mind!"

"Come on, Frog, kill them!" the big man instructed the big frog and laughed, in his opinion, Zhuo Wen was already in his bag.

"Hehe, are you so sure I'm going to lose?" but Zhuo Wen smiled coldly and began to continue his painting.

"Haha, useless boy, even if you use the snake to strengthen your mosquitoes, you are still restrained by me, you are destined to lose. Watching Zhuo Wen dying and struggling, the banter in the eyes of the big man was even worse, controlling the big frog to press on the wind sword hero step by step.

Due to the restraint of the species, the Wind Sword Hao couldn't help this big frog for a while, and could only use his natural agility to dodge, even as a swordsman, it still got more and more inferior for a while.

However, Zhuo Wen ignored the battle situation and added to the snake's attention, who said that I was going to use this skill?

The Wind Sword Hero didn't need Zhuo Wen to put a lot of effort into controlling it to be able to fight on his own, so he could theoretically draw other painting spirits, of course, Zhuo Wen wouldn't tell the big man in front of him about this.

"Jianhao, you just need to swim and don't have to attack, hold on for a while, and I'll call a few feet to help you right away. Zhuo Wen said a word to deal with the wind sword hero with his heart, and got a promise, and Zhuo Wen began to paint wholeheartedly.

At this moment, the content of Zhuo Wen's painting turned out to be not a mosquito, but a red-eyed white tiger that he had studied with Wu Shan!

Sample, can your frog restrain my mosquitoes, can you restrain my tigers?

Dahan seems to have noticed Zhuo Wen's abnormality, it stands to reason that painting snakes shouldn't last so long, after all, it's just a strengthening skill.

"Isn't this guy painting a new painting spirit?" just had this idea in his heart, and was quickly abandoned by the big man, how could this be possible, using two hearts and two uses that is a means that only a great painter who looks like a realm can use, he is just a small painter in the realm of copying, and his strength is even lower than himself, how can he be able to summon a second painting spirit?

Thinking about it, Dahan couldn't help but be relieved, but there were always some ominous bumps in his heart, and he always felt that dragging it down would probably produce some variables, and he couldn't help but start attacking strongly, but he didn't expect that this big mosquito didn't have the slightest intention of fighting, just blindly dodging and not attacking head-on, even if he deliberately showed his flaws, he couldn't attract him.

Relying on this speed advantage, the Wind Sword Hao has held out for a long time, which can't help but make the big man a little depressed, in fact, what he hates the most is to fight with this very sensitive painting spirit, not to mention that it is not refreshing at all, and it makes people feel more and more aggrieved, shoot this side, it slid to that side with a step forward slash, shoot that side, it slid to this side with a step forward slash, slippery and slippery.

After fighting for a long time, Dahan felt like he had been tricked as a monkey. He didn't dare to ask the big frog to kill Zhuo Wen directly, because once the big frog left his side, he was afraid that he would die before Zhuo Wen, after all, the big mosquito in front of him was much more sensitive than his big frog.

"This stinky boy is so clever that he knows to keep his distance from me, so that my frog's tongue can't even touch him... No, it's not a way to go on like this, it seems that I have to use the snake to strengthen the frog. Dahan nodded secretly in his heart, began to reduce the frequency of his attacks, took out his mobile drawing board and began to draw. The content turned out to be a frog's tongue.

Unlike the original frog tongue of the big frog, this frog tongue is full of sharp serrations, as hideous and terrifying as a mace, and it is not difficult to imagine that if he is shot by such a tongue, he may not even need to drag the frog back to the mouth of the frog to kill the other party directly! Moreover, after drawing a new frog tongue, his big frog can have two tongues at the same time, so that he can attack the annoying big mosquito and Zhuo Wen himself at the same time.

Time is the painter's natural enhancer, this is not only for Zhuo Wen, but also for the Han, at this moment, time will decide everything, whether Zhuo Wen first painted the red-eyed white tiger or the Han first drew the new frog tongue, the speed of painting between them will determine who is the one who will survive in the end!

(To be continued.) )