Rustle rustle......

The rustling sound continued to sound, and the dust raised in the sky gradually dissipated, revealing a clear edge.

It's raining.

Ye Wuwu's eyes were flat, but he couldn't help but feel a little emotional and doubtful in his heart.

Will it rain here too?

Roar!

There was a vast roar, breaking the silence, breaking the purity, and breaking the rain curtain.

The raindrops hovered and went upstream.

The cyan inkstone is suspended in the sky, emitting a faint green glow.

Compared with the previous golden Buddha light, it was not dazzling, and it was even a little weak.

But you can't ignore it.

In front of the cyan inkstone, the phantom of a white-clothed scholar appeared in the sky, painting at the desk.

One person, one table, one lamp.

The four treasures of the study, pen, ink, paper, inkstone.

The scholar paints with a pen.

The pen walks the dragon and snake.

So a dragon and snake appeared between this heaven and earth, opened its mouth, and rushed towards the old man standing in the sky.

The scholar lifted the pen, sprinkled with enthusiasm, rendered a piece, and painted a downpour.

So it began to rain between heaven and earth.

The mouth is a proverb, this is the Confucian saint.

A flash of surprise flashed in Situ Nanfeng's eyes, but with a flick in his hand, a dragon and snake phantom that was almost the same as it floated towards the sky.

Dragon Snake and Dragon Snake.

But he is just a phantom.

In an instant, the phantom of the dragon and snake disintegrated.

Situ Nanfeng's face was a little more dignified, and his steps unconsciously took a step back.

The old man suddenly shouted.

"I'm for Penglai!"

The same white mangs as before meandered and emerged on the old man's body, and even the palace array under his feet emerged a little bit of white mang, merging into the old man's body.

The old man was suddenly full of confidence.

A punch is delivered.

Immediately, the whole person was swallowed by the dragon snake.

Ye Wuwu's eyes were a little stunned, obviously he didn't expect the battle to end so quickly.

This Confucian saint seems to be much stronger than the living Buddha?

Any inkstone is enough to crush the relics?

The illusory shadow of the scholar turned into the inkstone in the sky shook his head slightly at this moment, as if he was still a little unsatisfied.

He picked up his pen and wanted to paint again.

But the dragon and snake in the painting are shattered at the moment.

The white-clothed scholar who couldn't see his face clearly was silent at this moment.

In Ye Wuwu's sight, the Heaven and Earth True Dragon that had just swallowed the old man in one bite let out a painful roar at this moment.

The voice was poignant.

From the dragon's body, there was a burst of cracking sounds in the hearts of those who heard it.

It was as if something had been torn apart.

Ye Wuwu's eyes were flat, but he still sighed softly and imperceptibly.

The true dragon let out the last roar of this life.

Then it was torn open in the middle by a strong force, and it was divided into two parts.

An old man covered in blood swept over the dragon, and then did not stop, but threw another punch at the dragon's head.

Immediately, he turned his head and looked back at the sky, but he smiled fiercely and angrily.

"Confucian saint? But that's all? ”

In the next second, the figure had disappeared, and appeared in front of the bluestone inkstone in a blink of an eye.

The cyan light curtain turned into a barrier, blocking the old man's forward figure.

Situ Nanfeng took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled it, letting out a sigh that he hadn't had for many years.

Pull out the mountains and cover the world.

Break through ten thousand laws with one force.

He threw a punch, no bells and whistles, just the most ordinary martial arts punch.

But in Ye Wuwu's eyes, it was like a mountain collapsing.

Click.

A small crack appeared in the bluestone inkstone.

But in the end, there was no breakage, and the barrier was never broken.

Ye Wuwu's complexion gradually turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Luck doesn't stop.

Like a flood that has been flooding for a long time, it is blocked by a dam, but at this moment there is a small crack in the dam.

The old man took advantage of his strength to retreat, avoiding the sharp edge of the scholar's pen, but he smiled heartily.

"Confucian saint Confucian saint, in the final analysis, is just a Confucian student, although he has great ability, he can't fight."

"Ye Wuwu, the old man still wants to thank you, so far for a thousand years, the old man has never seen the Confucian saint between heaven and earth, let alone fought with him, and today your inkstone can be regarded as the end of one of my wishes."

Ye Wuwu's face was pale, but he responded with a happy smile.

"Then Situ senior, you will fight for a while, and the kid promises to let you enjoy yourself."

After the words were spoken, Ye Wuwu's eyes became gloomy again.

Situ Nanfeng is by no means Penglai.

I don't know why, but Ye Wuwu thinks so.

Although Situ Nanfeng himself admits that even if Situ Nanfeng breathes moves, his familiarity with Penglai, and even all kinds of signs indicate that he is Penglai.

But Ye Wuwu still didn't realize that.

I don't know if Situ Nanfeng's words angered the white-clothed scholar or the Confucian sage, in short, the sky suddenly became gloomy in the sky at this moment.

The white-clothed scholar no longer held the pen to draw, but put down the pen in his hand and stretched out his palm.

The palm of the hand was flat, but it suddenly fell slightly for a moment.

Then it was lifted again.

It's like dragging something.

Situ Nanfeng's figure suddenly froze in the air, along with his expression.

He shouted loudly, no longer concealing anything.

"Please open the axe!"

A white light emerged from the palace group below, followed by the sound of countless pavilions collapsing and shattering, but it was the white light that passed through countless pavilions and came straight towards the sky.

The white-clothed scholar's expression did not fluctuate.

The flat palm suddenly flipped downward.

Extremely simple movements.

But in an instant, the sky was dark.

There was a hint of horror in Ye Wuwu's eyes, as if he couldn't understand it.

Heaven became earth.

The earth became the heavens.

Heaven and earth upside down!

The law is like heaven and earth!

……

The world seems to be quiet.

But the scholar in white did not stop, but just picked up the pen in his hand again.

"Look, I'll just write it once."

The voice sounded, and Ye Wuwu looked at it.

The scholar put down his pen and wrote down the two words.

White Rainbow.

But it's a white rainbow in one product and four realms?

The scholar picked up the pen and wrote down the two words again.

Blowing snow.

Ye Wuwu's eyes were not very clear at the moment, and the passage of luck made even his complexion and even his breath become vain.

His luck was dwindling.

Lu Caiwei, who couldn't move tightly on the side, became stronger and stronger.

But he still kept his eyes wide open and looked at the handwriting of the scholar in the sky.

It's two words again.

Climb to the top.

There are two more words.

Extreme.

One product and four realms.

The white rainbow blows the snow and reaches the peak.

The scholar hesitated for a moment, then picked up his pen and wrote down the last word.

Border.

Climb to the top.

Is this a word?

It's more than just words.

Ye Wuwu obviously felt that he didn't understand the slightest, but some things in his mind suddenly became clear.

Some doubts in the realm of martial arts became clear for a while.

Just like ordinary people practice martial arts, no matter how clever the master is, no matter how good his talent is, he will still have doubts when he learns martial arts.

It was a winding road, each with a different way of going.

Ye Wuwu himself is just walking on one of the paths.

But at this moment, the road ahead is fully illuminated, and every level, every meandering, and every fork is clearly visible.

I see.

The young swordsman, who was already in vain, looked suddenly stunned for a moment.

The white rainbow blows the snow, climbs to the peak and creates the extreme realm, and the nine big characters are like carvings, which are firmly imprinted in Ye Wuwu's eyes.

Luck is weak, like a candle in the wind, extinguished at any time.

The breath is weak, like a person who is about to die of a serious illness.

But the qi machine is from the body, gradually surging, surging more and more.

Eventually, it reached a peak.

The realm of blowing snow is really as clear and breakable as blowing snow.

He has been in kendo for ten years, and now he has achieved a small success.

Ye Wuwu finally set foot on a mountain peak in the realm of martial arts.

Climb to the top!

(End of chapter)