readx; For Zhuo Wen's passive confrontation, at first it was easy to know that she could face it calmly, but then she couldn't help it, after all, if she continued to consume like this, she would suffer a big loss. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

As Zhuo Wen had guessed before, controlling so many zombies at once was a very large consumption.

As soon as the silver teeth were bitten, Yi Zhi's mind moved, and he sang a song "Ghost Fu" again.

Under the buff of Devil Cry God's Howl, the zombies suddenly screamed and killed Zhuo Wen as if they had been beaten with chicken blood.

The zombie army suddenly went out with all its strength and began to surround it from all directions, and a situation that was bound to seize Zhuo Wen and plan to fight quickly.

Yi Zhi is worthy of being a ghost descendant with extraordinary abilities, and with her encouragement, the zombies quickly narrowed the distance with Zhuo Wen.

Zhuo Wen only felt that his scalp was numb, and he was constantly looking for a weak breakthrough point to dodge.

Seeing that Zhuo Wen was not far in front of him, Yi Zhi worked harder to instill the painting talent, always thinking about taking Zhuo Wen down in one fell swoop.

However, time passed minute by minute, and Zhuo Wen and the zombie always maintained a precarious and wonderful distance, and how the zombie followed one after another, he never even caught the corner of Zhuo Wen's clothes.

The more anxious it is, the more it consumes, and it gradually feels exhausted and collapsed, falling into a vicious circle.

"It's not good, I'm fooled, this stinky boy has been keeping a close distance that I can't catch, luring me to control the zombies to chase him, and let me continue to invest in painting"

"He deliberately teased me, no wonder he didn't use the previous shoe spirit, it turned out that he wanted to consume my painting talent!"

"If it was an ordinary painter, he would have died under my zombie army, but this guy is a freak with an excellent physique, and if the zombies want to catch him, it's impossible, I've been tricked!"

Yi Zhi finally feels that things are not good... It's a pity that it's too late ... At this time, she had collapsed and trembled all over.

The ghost spirit and Yi Zhi's heart are connected, and Yi Zhi's weakness also dragged it into the water, and it was originally dominant, but it was suddenly forced to retreat again and again by the Wind Sword Hao and the red-eyed white tiger.

Yi Zhi was distracted, and he encountered a talent crisis, and both battlefields were overstretched and difficult to achieve.

Coupled with the relationship of time, the buff effect of Devil Cry and God Howl also quickly declined, and the situation suddenly became extremely unfavorable for her.

"Bang..."Finally, as Yi Zhi's talent gradually decreased, some zombies began to lose contact and fall to the ground.

The fall of the first zombie is like a butterfly effect, and the second and third of the next zombies continue to fall to the ground and lose their combat power.

In a flash of time, there were less than ten zombie armies left, and they were all weak and languishing.

Without bloodshed, he disintegrated the army of dozens of zombies on the opposite side, and also made Yi Zhi fall into a weak state.

Zhuo Wen smiled with satisfaction, although the process of being hunted down was very embarrassing, but this business was not a loss, and he showed weakness for a while, so that he changed from passive to active!

"Whew! I see!" Seeing the dramatic reversal of the situation, those who originally made fun of Zhuo Wen as a soft egg finally came to their senses, and couldn't help but sigh.

"See no, that's tactics. An old painter said to a young artist next to him.

"Tactics, what are tactics?" the little painter's face was full of confusion and curiosity.

The old painter said: "The painter is not a warrior, they control the painting spirit to fight, and they are more like a military advisor." Therefore, in the battle between artists, in addition to the use of rank and painting skills, tactics are also particularly important. ”

As soon as the old painter's words fell, a middle-aged painter next to him said: "If the tactics are well arranged, it is also the key to defeating the strong with the weak, if that Zhuowen had started a tough battle with the witch before, with the witch's strong means, he is 100% not the witch's opponent, but through time, he took advantage of his strong physique, and used his physical strength to consume the witch's painting talent, he is sure to make a profit, so he can bring the disadvantage back on track." ”

The old painter nodded with a smile, and said to the little painter: "It's not false at all, the painter fights the map, not only the picture is as simple as the fight, but also wisdom and courage and luck, these elements are indispensable, this Zhuo Wen is a wise and brave person, whether it is talent or tactical arrangement, it is the best, when you grow up, you have to learn from him as an example, you know?"

"Well, I see!" the little painter nodded heavily, looking at Zhuo Wen with a pair of dark eyes, shining, full of admiration and longing.

......

"Throw in the towel. At this moment, Zhuo Wen and Yi Zhi were already face to face, at his feet, there were zombie corpses lying all the way, and when he finished saying this, the last zombie controlled by Yi Zhi finally fell.

Not far away, the ghosts are also embattled and ruined.

Holding his chest and leaning his back against a big tree, Yi Zhi raised his head and looked at Zhuo Wen, a pair of cyan eyes were slightly squinted, and his clenched silver teeth were a little unwilling and ruthless.

Zhuo Wen didn't force her, nor did he threaten her, he just stood in front of her, waiting quietly until the Wind Sword Hao split the ghost in half with a single sword, and Yi Zhizhi spurted out a mouthful of blood.

The battle is over, and it is easy to know that there is no strength to fight again at this moment.

"Why do you have to do this?" Looking at Yi Zhi, who was stained with blood, Zhuo Wen was a little incomprehensible.

Hanging his head, Yi Zhi didn't answer, seeing her stubbornness, Zhuo Wen was slightly touched in his heart.

Although I don't know why she is so obsessed with victory, there is one thing Zhuo Wen knows that she must have a reason to become stronger, and the championship reward of this game is a shortcut for her, and her own victory will undoubtedly ruin her efforts.

She originally had a chance to win the final victory, but unfortunately, she didn't attack the defenseless self at that time, otherwise there would not be this battle today.

There is no danger of taking advantage of others, it can be seen that she is also a loving and righteous person, if it weren't for the inspiration Zhuo Wen was bound to get, Zhuo Wen didn't want to compete with her.

Zhuo Wen sighed softly, and took out a thread-bound blue book from the freehand painting scroll of the landscape: "Today, we are tied, I will exchange this book of "Strange Tales from Liaozhai" with you in my hand, and you will give me 'inspiration', how about it?"

"What do you mean?Are you humiliating me?" Yi Zhi smiled coldly, casually reading a Zhiwei novel, he wanted to compare the value of inspiration, Zhuo Wen's behavior seemed to Yi Zhi to humiliate her.

"You can read this book first, I took the time to write it these few nights, if after reading it, you still think that I am humiliating you, then I will no longer compete with you for inspiration, and give you inspiration?" Zhuo Wen smiled, and there was a calm look on his face. (To be continued.) )