Su Wen and Chai Nan are not friends, on the contrary, there is a certain grudge between the two.

Especially when he was in the wilderness forest, Su Wen once used a trace of holy power to almost put Chai Nan to death, if it weren't for Chai Nan's tenacious will, and he happened to meet Wen Title crowning on the second day, he would have turned into a wisp of remnant soul in the wilderness forest.

But even so, Su Wen still made a move at this moment, it had nothing to do with personal grievances, just for the dignity of the academy!

Anyway, Chai Nan is also his fellow disciple in Hongming Academy!

At the same time, Tang Ji and Ye Yaoyi also walked behind Su Wen one after another, staring vigilantly at the three sharp swords not far away, but Su Wen did not even cast a trace of gaze at the three sword wielders.

His eyes were fixed on the young man in front of him.

Su Wen knew that this was the middle of summer.

Long before entering the Lost Swamp, Su Wen had heard of this name many times, the first time was in Lu Sanjiao's mouth, and the second time was from Mu Xi's introduction.

But he only knew that this person was from the Peerless Academy, and he didn't know anything about the other news!

What is surprising is that Midsummer did not launch an offensive at the first time, because he seemed to faintly sense a trace of danger from Su Wen's body.

"You're Suwen. ”

It's not a question sentence, but an affirmative sentence, it's just the first time we met, and Sheng Xia accurately called out Su Wen's name, which shows that he is not unprepared for the hunt for the new students of Hongming Academy this time!

Su Wen was noncommittal and smiled faintly: "I know, you are midsummer." ”

Between words. Su Wen had already taken out the Phantom Pen from his sleeve and walked away!

"Cherish the flowers: the war is extremely chaotic, and the first soldiers will leave the poison. Chasing is very cool, admiring and destroying, painful through the heart and liver, and painful when it is helpless......"

"Sacrifice Battle Post"!

Almost at the same time, the midsummer in the distance also waved the wolf in his hand, and the "Battle Killing Post" came out again!

"There are slaughterers in Jibei, but Ma Shi has never been there. It's hard to kill the princes, travel thousands of miles, and trample to kill the people of the world!"

A ray of light appeared on the bodies of the two at the same time.

To write hard books to hard writes!

Su Wen's war literature was obviously a little longer than the time it took in midsummer. But he took the lead between the strokes, so much so that the battle between the two was completed almost at the same time!

The next moment, two calligraphy sheets rose into the air. Such as two powerful warriors. Hit each other hard.

However, Su Wen's hand did not stop, he took advantage of the situation to drop the black qin behind him to the ground, plucked the strings with one hand, and abandoned the pen to hold the sword with the other hand.

"Zheng!"

A piano sound sounded immediately, and there seemed to be a faint snowflake falling in the air, dipping into Chai Nan's shoulder. Melting into that terrifying bloody cavern, it immediately brought a strong vitality.

"Cold Plum Reflecting Snow"!

Just when Su Wen played the first ancient sound. The two major battles in the air have been decided, but there is no suspense.

Because Midsummer's "Battle Killing Post" is just a good book, and Su Wen's "Sacrifice War Post" is a book of extreme sighs!

And in such a situation, the gap of one level is almost decisive!

So in the middle of summer, I didn't care about the guqin in Su Wen's hand, but I just danced wildly with the pen in my hand, and I wrote another post!

Midsummer can't disturb Su Wen's healing piano sound, but someone can, such as the three sharp swords that have been eyeing him from the sidelines!

Compared with Sheng Xia, Su Wen also had two companions behind him, but unfortunately, whether it was Tang Ji or Ye Yaoyi, they were useless in the battle, and they were almost unable to play at all.

In the blink of an eye, three sword shadows arrived in unison, stabbing towards Su Wen's vital point.

At the same time, the sword in Su Wen's hand also moved.

Once upon a time, although Su Wen learned a sword from Yan Bei's hands, it could only be used for the final fight, but not for fighting, but now, Su Wen has a corresponding method.

Because he met Li Bai in the beast mound.

Easy swordsmanship!

The sword in Su Wen's hand is not Leng Yue, but an ordinary short sword, and his day of learning swords is still short, and now he is just a glimpse of the way, so if he really wants to compete with the three swordsmen, he is not an opponent at all, fortunately, he doesn't have to fight hard with the other party at all now, he just needs to guard against his own vital points!

And it just so happens that the Easy Sword Technique is the sword of the main defense!

All of a sudden, Su Wen sang the piano with one hand and danced the sword with the other, and he actually realized two uses in the true sense!

More and more snow fell above Chai Nan's head, and there seemed to be a faint fragrance of plum in the dark, which made people smell refreshed, only to see that the wound on his shoulder and the dark wound between his chest and abdomen were healing and recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye, and almost in an instant, Chai Nan's eyes were rejuvenated.

After a half-song, the short sword in Su Wen's hand seemed to be more and more difficult to resist, so he suddenly pressed the strings and said, "These three people, leave it to you!"

After speaking, Su Wen suddenly put away his sword and returned, re-grasped the phantom spirit pen, and buried his head in the book again!

Losing the barrier of the short sword, the three students from the Wushuang Academy finally found an opportunity, and between the sharp trembling of their wrists, the three sword blades pointed directly at Su Wen's eyebrows, heart, chest and abdomen!

However, this time, a gray-black woodcutter intercepted it in the middle of the process.

After taking the wound medicine first, and then being baptized by the war music, Chai Nan's vitality was restored again!

From Su Wen's appearance to the present, Chai Nan didn't say a word, he didn't ask Su Wen why he saved him, nor did he ask Su Wen why he was willing to ignore the past suspicions, he just silently clenched the knife in his hand, and then when Su Wen needed it most, he swung it out.

"Bell!"

The sound of the golden stone intersecting swords immediately sounded, and this time, Chai Nan finally took the three swords perfectly, and he seemed to be at ease!

At the same time, Su Wen never seemed to be worried that Chai Nan would make a mistake, and all his thoughts were immersed in the war painting in front of him.

To be precise, this is not just a war painting, but a comprehensive war text of war paintings, war poems, and war posts!

It was the "Thunderstorm Map" that Su Wen had performed on Lou Zhi and Mo Xun and others that day!

"Huang Zesu is dry, and the rain turns the sky. Dare to be ineffective. Successively the wind and thunder. ”

A light recitation then sounded from Su Wen's mouth, poems, books, and paintings were all the same!

In an instant, the wind and rain came from all directions. The thunder roared!

The Lost Swamp, which was originally under the scorching sun, suddenly changed the sky at this moment, the fierce wind and arrow rain fell rapidly, and there were several lightning snakes in the sky, which were ready to go, as long as Su Wen's mind moved, it would fall at any time.

The look of midsummer has finally changed. But he didn't surrender because of this, I saw him take out a jade plate from his arms at the first time and crush it fiercely. A terrifying fluctuation of talent instantly broke through the clouds and erupted into the air!

Su Wen didn't know what it was or what kind of effect it would have, so he didn't dare to hesitate in the slightest. The arm slammed downward. An electric shock fell from the sky and smashed towards Midsummer!

"Zizi...... Boom!"

Between the thunder and lightning, with the terrifying sound of death, no matter how fast Midsummer's body is, it is impossible to be faster than the thunder and lightning, so he did not choose to dodge, but smashed out an inkstone in his sleeve.

Of course, it was not an ordinary inkstone, but an eight-grade treasure. Rock inkstone!

Can be named after the rock, this inkstone. It is a genuine defensive treasure, and if it is only about the actual combat value, I am afraid that some seven-grade treasures will be more prosperous!

In an instant, the purple thunder in the air had already fallen, and the rock inkstone in Sheng Xia's hand was also rising into the sky at the same time.

"Boom!"

After the electric sound, the rock inkstone was still intact and proudly standing above Midsummer's head, and there was a dead thunder snake flashing on it, but it couldn't hurt Midsummer in the slightest.

However, this is just the beginning.

The next moment, dense electric shocks fell one after another, and the combined force collided with the rock inkstone!

Between the violent sonic booms, Midsummer seemed to be out of the way, not worrying that his eight-rank Wenbao would lose his defensive position at all, until he saw the figure rushing towards him.

Su Wen came with a sword!

At the time of Midsummer's surprise, Su Wen was already under the cover of wind, rain and thunder, three feet in front of him, and only between breaths, the short sword in Su Wen's hand was dead against Midsummer's throat!

"You dare!"

Seeing that Midsummer would be killed by Su Wen's sword, suddenly, the dark cloud and thunder snake in the air were cut through it, and a figure covered in blue appeared in the clouds.

That is the scholar of Wushuang Academy who received the news of the midsummer jade plate and hurried to arrive, Cheng Liran!

If ordinary people see a bachelor coming, they will inevitably be frightened, even Chai Nan can't help but shrink the corners of his eyes at this moment, because he knows that the other party's reinforcements have arrived, even if Su Wen goes against the sky, it will be a dead end.

But Su Wen is not an ordinary person, the short sword in his hand is still very stable, his eyes are still firm, he knows better than anyone what Cheng Liran's appearance means, but he still hasn't stopped.

The sword in his hand stabbed out with great determination.

The next moment, a pillar of blood gushed out from Midsummer's neck, mixed with the ice rain in the sky, pouring on Su Wen's face, bringing a burst of fishy intent.

Midsummer's eyes were full of disbelief, he couldn't believe that the other party really dared to kill him.

His mouth was wide open, but he couldn't say a word, as if he was screaming in despair.

However, this qiē could not stop the vitality in his body from passing rapidly, but in an instant, Midsummer's eyes had become a dead ash, his heart stopped beating, and his chest stopped rising and falling.

He's dead.

"Midsummer!" A terrible roar sounded from the air, Cheng Liran watched his beloved disciple die with a sword, his heart was bleeding, and the next moment, his fingertips suddenly condensed a blue talent, turned into a sharp sword, broke through the air, and pierced Su Wen's eyebrows!

Cheng Liran is a bachelor, so he can leave his body!

This sword of talent came so fast that Su Wen hadn't even pulled the short sword in his hand out of Midsummer's throat, so fast that he didn't even have time to take out the immeasurable pot in his arms.

However, at this moment of life and death, an incomparably huge figure suddenly jumped up from behind Su Wen, grinning widely, fearlessly meeting that talent!

"Fatty!"

Su Wen let out a loud sigh, and then saw that blue talent light easily passed between Tang Ji's lips and teeth, and it seemed that it would immediately turn into a cold corpse.

But he didn't even have time to grieve and weep, his eyes widened, and he jerked out a canvas from his bosom and unfolded it quickly.

In an instant, a large area of golden light shone out of it, and the blue sky was stained with blood.

At this moment, the anger and grief in Cheng Liran's heart suddenly disappeared, and was replaced by boundless fear and horror.

"Half-Holy War Painting!" (to be continued......