A picture of mountains and rivers with far-reaching artistic conception.

With Lin Ye's brushstroke, the artistic conception of the whole painting was instantly destroyed.

The man in Tsing Yi looked at Lin Ye with a cold face, but he didn't stop it.

Lin Ye didn't stop, and continued to make another stroke, a vertical stroke, also from top to bottom.

Two strokes completely ruined the painting.

The face of the man in Tsing Yi was already as black as the ink on the painting, but he was still patient.

In the third stroke, Lin Ye drew another stroke from the upper left corner.

Immediately after that, the tip of the pen moved to the upper right corner, and it was seen that this pen was about to fall again.

After the fourth stroke, the man suddenly glared at Lin Ye, and the next moment he dragged the scroll in front of him, and the scroll was dragged into Lao Tzu's hand, and then the man disappeared in front of Lin Ye along with the entire scroll.

Seeing the man disappear, Lin Ye didn't have any surprise on his face, but instead breathed a sigh of relief, and a drop of sweat dripped down his forehead.

Don't look at his casual paintings, which are very simple, but every stroke consumes his huge mind.

This level is not a competition of strength, nor is it a competition of flesh and blood, but an alternative competition.

This picture of mountains and rivers seems to be just ink, but the painting is full of murderous intentions, not that the martial saint is afraid that he will be strangled into powder by the murderous machines in this painting as soon as he puts down his pen.

What seems to be an understatement is actually from the beginning to the end of the pen, and each stroke exhausts his whole heart.

As for why this disappeared, Lin Ye could also understand that his painting couldn't help himself, just like the man in white, he automatically chose to give up in the end.

The next scene also verifies Lin Ye's words.

As soon as the picture turned, the studio disappeared, and a new scene appeared.

It is not the chess room and study room that Lin Ye imagined, but the yellow sand in the sky.

He was in the middle of the desert.

And in front of him, above the dunes, there was a general on his knees.

The general's right foot was bent on his knee, and in front of his right foot was a long knife, half of which sank into the sand.

The armor is full of traces, and it is conceivable that this general must have been experienced in a hundred battles.

The general's whole body was in the armor, only a pair of cold eyes were exposed, and with the appearance of Lin Ye, those cold eyes froze.

A terrifying murderous aura rose to the sky, and the general held the hand of the long knife.

Rumble!

Lin Ye was fearless and threw a punch.

The murderous aura dissipated, and Lin Ye stood in place unharmed.

Shout!

Looking at the bulky armor, the general stood up the next moment and swung his sword at the waist.

The knife technique is not amazing, and it can even be said to be relatively ordinary.

However, in the face of this swordsmanship, Lin Ye was more cautious than facing the third swordsman.

The more unpretentious it is, the more it shows the other party's confidence in his own sword skills.

Boom Boom!

The collision of the fist and the knife, with the supernatural power of the back, although Lin Ye fell behind, he supported it in the end.

The murderous aura swept through this piece of heaven and earth, accompanied by the sound of Jin Ge Iron Horse, and in this materialized murderous aura, a team of soldiers with armor emerged.

These soldiers didn't wear helmets, their expressions were full of resentment, and they rushed towards Lin Ye one by one, even if Lin Ye was a martial saint and the blood on his body was so vigorous, the ghosts of these soldiers were directly evaporated by the blood as soon as they approached.

But these soldiers are still one after the other.

With that hideous face and terrifying grievances, a murderous aura like a howling wind, Lin Ye's surroundings at this moment were like a Shura field.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Lin Ye's whole person was like a scorching sun, punch after punch, sweeping everything.

Poop!

The general's long knife slashed again, appearing above Lin Ye's head in a strange way.

There is no trace of this knife.

Shout!

Long knife, falling.

Lin Ye's figure was split in half.

However, a few dozen meters away, Lin Ye's figure appeared again, and his figure, which was split in half, dissipated into nothingness.

Afterimage.

At that moment, Lin Ye's speed was exerted to the extreme, and he instantly detached to a few dozen meters away, and the figure in place was just an afterimage left in the place because of the extremely short time.

"When it comes to martial arts, I'm not your opponent."

Lin Ye looked at the general and sighed, just now at this moment, he was using the Dao Sect God to deflation into inches, and in the battle of pure martial arts, he had already lost.

But Lin Ye is not this kind of person who eats the ancients, his own Taoism, Buddha, and martial arts cultivation is his own huge advantage, and he is a fool if he doesn't use it.

Before, I just wanted to fight the martial arts to the extreme.

"Although this is a bit of a victory, but there is no way, I have to pass this level."

Lin Ye's hand had a purple light flickering, and the thunder sword appeared in his hand.

Thundered!

At the moment when the thunder sword appeared, perhaps because he felt the resentment of the ghosts around him, thunder fell from the sky, and the ghosts in the sky dissipated in an instant.

Lin Ye lifted his sword and went up again.

The general's face remained unchanged, and he slashed with his knife.

Scandium!

The collision of knives and swords.

The long knife, which was full of murderous aura, instantly turned into nothing.

Long knife, shattered.

For the first time, the general's eyes had other expressions of expression, there was a trace of confusion in his eyes, and his eyes looked at the thunder sword in Lin Ye's hand.

The next moment, the general's body disappeared in place.

Belch......

The corners of Lin Ye's mouth twitched, the elegant route taken by the two in front of him, it is understandable that he would withdraw if he couldn't beat them, but how could this battle-hardened Yum General also escape?

This doesn't fit the character design.

It's a pity that Lin Ye couldn't find the general to confront him, and with the disappearance of the general, the scene changed.

As far as the eye can see, it is full of peach and green willows, and the fragrance is fragrant.

He was in an attic, an attic full of women.

Tick the bar to listen to music?

Lin Ye never imagined that there would be such a scene, and there would be a martial saint in this place?

But before Lin Ye could find the target of the challenge, the women in the attic disappeared one by one, and even the entire attic disappeared in the end.

Lin Ye frowned, this Martial Saint will illusion?

The attic disappeared, and Lin Ye found himself standing in a cliff, and directly in front of him, there was a figure facing the stone wall, with its back to him.

"I practiced swordsmanship at the age of three, and I became a master of swordsmanship at the age of fifteen...... Stepping into the Sword Master at the age of sixty, after so many years, I didn't expect to meet a ...... with a sword again"

The man's tone was proud, and he slowly turned his head, and when his eyes fell on the thunder sword held in Lin Ye's hand, he recently twitched, and the whole person jumped up.

"No wonder Thirteen Niang ran away without fighting, you are holding this murder weapon, who dares to fight with you, you can't afford to provoke it, you still go and challenge that monster."

After speaking, the figure of the legendary sword master disappeared, and even the cliff disappeared.

Looking at the scene that changed again, Lin Ye was not surprised this time, he also understood, it was not an illusion, but these people on the list were afraid of the thunder sword in his hand, and chose to retreat automatically.

"These people, and self-awareness?"

Lin Ye groaned in his heart, looking at the scenes that changed again and again, and silently counted the number of changes.

The tenth.

It's also the last person on this list, and the scene is finally not changing.

(End of chapter)