The idea of running is born out of a living being's instinctive reaction to danger, and it is only when faced with a powerful enemy that people are powerless to resist that people subconsciously have this thought. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Right now, although Liu Lan and Zhao Chen didn't know what tricks Zhuo Wen had played, when they felt the vain fluctuation of his painting spirit, they had already been shocked beyond comparison.

The burning flame is black, and even the painting that gushes out is also a black painting!

This kind of never-before-seen painting talent, in addition to the unusual color painting talent, along with its burning, a heavy and almost suffocating painting power also came!

gave Liu Lan Zhao Chen the feeling that this painting talent also had a soul, and it felt like seeing it the same, as if he also saw the mockery of death, which made people shudder!

Is this Zhuo Wen's real strength? It's too terrifying!

The person who knew that the person who didn't care about them the most was the most powerful existence at the moment!?

Although the appearance of the Wind Sword Hao is not large, from the momentum that bursts out from its body, it is not difficult to see that its painting spirit level has almost crossed a new realm.

When facing an opponent in this new realm, Liu Lan and Zhao Chen naturally had the idea of escaping.

It's no wonder that Zhao Liu and the others were scared to death, you must know that "Yi Shui Song", in the previous life, it was the pinnacle of exclusive assassins.

It is a poem and a song, in just four sentences, it reveals the courage of death and lifelessness, and the spirit of righteousness and Lingran, which is used to strengthen the sword hero, which is the most suitable!

To be honest, when he saw Zhuo Wen's extraordinary performance, Yi Zhi, who had been with him all along, couldn't help but be dumbfounded for a while.

originally felt that Zhuo Wen had extraordinary strength that did not match his appearance, and Yi Zhi had tried to look up to Zhuo Wen as much as possible, but in the end, she found that she still underestimated Zhuo Wen.

I didn't expect him to be able to strengthen a painting spirit of the Copying Realm to break through the shackles, and I didn't expect him to be able to control it!

Once the realm of the painter's painting spirit is far beyond the body, it will often make the painter fall into a coma, but I didn't expect this Zhuo Wen to be immune to this side effect, which is really incredible.

Could it be that this kind of black painting talent is his avenue painting talent?

Yi Zhi is an enlightened person, and he is the heir of the Ghost Dao, so he has a unique cyan Ghost Dao Painting Talent, thinking that he Zhuo Wen is also the same as himself, and the black Painting Talent may be his Avenue attribute, right?

I have to say that Zhuo Wen's ability is indeed beyond Yi Zhi's imagination! Even if it is her, in this case, it is good to be able to keep a clear head, let alone control.

Thinking about it from another perspective, if his opponent is him at this moment, I am afraid that he may not have a few chances of winning, let alone Zhao Chen and Liu Lan, whose strength is lower than her.

But...

Yi Zhi's eyes narrowed, and she noticed that Zhuo Wen had a look of tiredness and hard work on his face, and her heart suddenly became abrupt.

It seems that Zhuo Wen's strength is not continuous, this should be a means of overdrawing his strength, I'm afraid he has also suffered a lot in order to maintain this state?...

"Sure enough, it's Mr. Wen, such a powerful Huiwei, I feel like my legs have roots now, and I can't run if I want to..."

Lin Fei's mood is not an exaggeration to say that he is afraid and worships to live together, and there is a contradiction that he clearly feels extremely dangerous and can't help but wants to see what is going on but does not dare to.

"Brother-in-law, he looks like this... Are you okay?" Zhuo Ting clasped her hands tightly and looked at Zhuo Wen with a worried face, and she could see that she was also very nervous.

At this moment, Zhuo Shan, who was hiding behind Liu Lan and Zhao Chen, was already stunned and stupid.

I never imagined that Zhuo Wen would be so powerful, even a low-level painter like him felt the huge gap between Zhuo Wen and Zhao Chen Liu Lan, it is conceivable that the outcome of this battle may have been decided!

Zhuo Shan almost cried at the moment, thinking about how to redeem his accusation of betraying his clan afterwards, and only hated himself for being too blind and shooting himself in the foot.

"Damn, I really underestimated him!" gritting her teeth, Liu Lan took advantage of the distance, jumped up, hugged the head of the python, and fled quickly, leaving Zhao Chen alone.

This kind of team that temporarily combines for the sake of each other's interests is obviously unreliable, and when an accident happens, it will fly separately when a catastrophe comes, and it is even possible to cross the river and tear down the bridge for their own safety.

"Damn!" Zhao Chen's painting spirit is not very good at speed, and he suddenly took a step slower, and was immediately regarded by Liu Lan as an outcast to block Zhuo Wen, and now he is undoubtedly in an extremely embarrassing situation.

And looking at the people who were left behind by themselves, Liu Lan's pretty face covered with cold sweat couldn't help but reveal a happy look for the rest of her life.

However, seeing Liu Lan fleeing, Zhuo Wen was not in a hurry at all, but showed a hint of banter.

"Don't even think about running!Leave your life for me!" Zhuo Wen smiled coldly.

"Huh!" With a word, the wound on Zhuo Wen's body suddenly seemed to deepen by a point, and he pointed a finger, and the Wind Sword Hao suddenly swept towards the direction of Liu Lan's escape.

The scorching pain all over his body stimulated Zhuo Wen's heartbeat, but his combat concentration paralyzed this painful feeling, at this moment, he only had killing thoughts in his eyes, which made him look particularly crazy at the moment!

Receiving Zhuo Wen's forcible killing order, the eyes of the Wind Sword Hao suddenly burst into a cold light, and the wings behind him fluttered, just like a cannonball being fired, he was still in place a moment ago, and in the blink of an eye, he had already appeared in front of Zhao Chen's eyes.

Zhao Chen only felt that the hairs on his body exploded at this moment, his face was almost white to the base of his neck, the strong threat to life in front of him was definitely not an accident, at this moment, he even had the illusion that he could see his own death!

"Block!" Zhao Chen shouted categorically, his body flew back rapidly, and the bear spirit beside him suddenly stepped forward and blocked in front of him.

Whew! The bear's paw swung out vigorously, and when it stood up, it was three or four meters high, and when facing the Wind Sword Hero, which was less than half a meter, it was almost at full power.

The Jedi counterattacked, and under normal circumstances, even a rockery could not resist its blow.

However, the Wind Sword Hero didn't have to hide at all!

"The mantis arm is a car!" Zhuo Wen smiled, a wave of thought was injected, and the Wind Sword Hao suddenly shook his body, and a pair of short and sharp blades immediately stabbed out mercilessly, facing the bear's paw, and in an instant, more than a dozen sword shadows that could not be seen clearly with the naked eye were conjured!

The next moment, I saw that pair of thick bear paws fell apart, and they were cut into countless pieces of tissue!

Not only the bear's paws, but even the huge body of the bear spirit was a little twisted at this moment, and the Wind Sword Hao was like a professional executioner at this moment, breaking the bear spirit into countless pieces with one sword.

"Poof!" Zhao Chen felt as if he had been hit hard at this moment, and suddenly a mouthful of blood mist, his body couldn't help but stagger, staggering.

The natal painting spirit and the painter have the same mind, if the painting spirit receives a strong blow before death, then some of the damage will be fed back to the painter, it can be seen that Zhuo Wen's strength at the moment has far surpassed Zhao Chen, otherwise it would not have made him vomit blood so easily.

"How is this possible!" Zhao Chen's eyes were like copper bells, and when he raised his head, he found that his bear spirit had turned into a pile of pieces, and the next moment it disappeared into the air with the wind blowing, and his face was full of horror at this moment. (To be continued.) )