Su Wen knew very well that if he directly faced the flanking attack of the three tribute students, he would not have the slightest chance of winning, and since he had already chosen to kill Xu Yu, he had not thought of retreating.

Now facing the only two tribute students who can pose a threat to him, Su Wen's choice is even simpler.

It's just a matter of breaking them one by one.

But before that, he needed a sword.

So at this time, the target he chose was just an extremely ordinary-looking martial artist in the crowd, and Su Wen had a very simple reason for choosing him.

The long sword at the man's waist just looked relatively sophisticated.

With the blessing of "Gale", Su Wen's speed has been exerted to the extreme, even faster and more resolute than Zuo Ling before.

Before the warrior man could even react to what was happening, he suddenly felt a flower in his eyes, and a somewhat playful smile bloomed in front of him, and the next moment, the big man felt that he had been hit by a rhinoceros, his chest was stuffy, and the whole person flew upside down in the air.

At the same time, Su Wen finally had an extra sword in his hand, which did not have the refreshing feeling of Leng Yue, but it was still extremely down-to-earth.

"It's a lot easier than I thought. Su Wen smiled indifferently, without pausing, his body turned sharply, and he flew towards his next target.

At the same time, the chanting voice in Su Wen's mouth also became high-pitched.

"The frost is heavy, the sky is high, the sun is light, and the red leaves are flying up. ”

Walking with the sword, as light as a red leaf, Su Wen shook the blade of the sword in his hand casually between the speeds. Then a loud roar sounded, although the blade of the sword was not favorable. But killing is enough.

Su Wen was like a butterfly wearing flowers, quietly walking between him and the warriors. The blade of the sword in his hand was slightly blunt, but Su Wen's figure did not stagnate for half a minute.

At this time, the tribute student in the crowd had also come to his senses, and he did not rashly let the four scholars step forward to die, but took out a small drum the size of a slap from his arms, and slammed his fingers on it.

"Bang! bang!"

The orange brilliance suddenly appeared, and then a burst of sound waves like substance were waved in the air, which was breathtaking.

As soon as this sound wave came out, he didn't recognize anyone. Therefore, the famous martial artist beside Yu Suwen couldn't help but plug his ears with his hands, and let out a miserable scream in his mouth.

And Su Wen was also in the rhythmic drumbeat, and he felt that his heartbeat was slowly getting worse, gradually speeding up, as if he was about to pop out of his mouth!

The next moment, a mouthful of dark blood surged up from Su Wen's body, bringing a faint bloody aura, and Su Wen's footsteps were finally disrupted. One stumbled, almost falling to the ground.

The two warriors who were still holding their heads and screaming saw that they were cheap, and immediately picked up the swords in their hands and stabbed at Su Wen's vital point, but they didn't want Su Wen to stumble. With blood foaming in his mouth, he said again:

"The north wind does not hesitate to go to the south of the Yangtze River, and even breaks the window to blow the guest clothes. ”

Forthwith. Su Wen's speed suddenly rose again, and he disappeared from the eyes of the two martial artists in the blink of an eye. When the two looked at each other, their faces were dazed. Unexpectedly, Su Wen turned around again, easily sent the tip of the sword in his hand into the bodies of the two of them, and then continued to step forward.

And at this moment, Su Wen was already very close to the Gongsheng, and when no one noticed it, Su Wen at this time actually inserted the sword in his hand back into his waist.

Because he finally needed to use that sword.

The starting style of this sword begins with the drawing of the sword.

In the past, when Su Wen was chanting poems and fighting swords, he seemed to be chic and elegant, and he was constantly in the dust, but in fact, only Su Wen himself knew that his killing was actually just a completely unreasonable force to crush him.

And Su Wen's move has more important significance.

He didn't know how to use swordsmanship at all, and he didn't know how to use the least strength to seal the enemy's throat with a sword, so he simply borrowed the power of "Gale", although it was fundamentally to enhance his speed, but at the same time, he could also stimulate his own talent, using the long sword in his hand as a pen, and the blood of dozens of warriors as ink, on the mud, he simply sketched a picture.

Yes, it seems that Su Wen's figure is erratic and uncertain, but in fact, every step he takes, everyone he kills, is painting.

His paintings are simple, with only horizontal and vertical lines, but they seem to form a fence.

Or rather, it's a prison.

This is the so-called, painting the ground as a prison.

Of course, Su Wen's prison was not to trap the Gongsheng in front of him so that he could not escape, because the moment Su Wen walked in front of the other party and began to draw his sword, that person could not escape.

So this prison is not for him to get out, but for others to be unable to enter.

For example, at this time, he had already turned around and was fast, and in the blink of an eye, he came to Zuo Zero behind Su Wen.

However, when Zuo Zero shot out the chess bullet in his hand again, a strange thing happened, but seeing the simple lines and rough outlines on the ground, they all seemed to come to life in an instant, and between the clear orange light, a protective fence was really erected behind Su Wen!

The black chess piece slammed into the fence with a muffled sound, but it couldn't go straight through, but instead reflected back the same way, and went straight to the left!

Zuo Ling's pupils shrank, but he reacted extremely quickly, stepped on several steps in a row, and his body retreated sharply, and at the same time, he once again accurately popped a chess piece between his hands.

Two identical pieces met in the air, then struck, and finally annihilated, completely dissipating into powder and dissipating into the air.

At this moment, Zuo Ling's face had turned iron-blue, and he exclaimed: "Your second literary position is actually a painting position!"

Zuo Ling's shock is justified, because everyone in the world knows that Su Wen has a talent for poetry, and it is rumored that his first position is a poetic position, so everyone will take it for granted that Su Wen's second position must be a word position, but now the power shown by Su Wen comes from painting!

It's a pity that when Su Wenkeng killed Xu Yu before, Zuo Ling was too far away, so he didn't hear what Su Wen was reciting at all, and he didn't expect that the failure of his first chess piece came from Su Wen's way of thinking.

Otherwise, he would only feel more shocked at this time.

At this time, Su Wen seemed to have not heard Zuo Ling's voice at all, his expression was very focused and solemn, he looked at the third Gongsheng in front of him, and pulled out the long sword at his waist.

Using the painting ground as a prison to isolate Zuo Ling from him, and even forcing him to retreat, Su Wen was to avoid being attacked on his belly and back, and now that his goal has been achieved, he can draw his sword.

"Zheng!"

An incomparably clear sword groan sounded from Su Wen's waist, and then his abdomen sank sharply, and in an extremely strange posture, he stabbed the sword in his hand.

In a hurry, Na Gongsheng wanted to use the leather drum in his hand to block a moment, but his movements were too slow compared to Su Wen's sword, so he only had time to let out an exclamation in his mouth, and then he felt a chill in his heart, and looked down at it, half of the sword body had been completely submerged in his body.

"How could it be...... Kendo ......"

His last words have also become meaningless assertions.

And at this moment, Xu Yu and his party have dozens of people, two of the three tributes have died, and the warriors are almost all wiped out, and as for the four Wensheng, although their lives are safe for the time being, they are not Su Wen, and they do not have enough talent in their bodies to support the stimulation of Zhan Wen, so for Su Wen, these four people are no threat.

The only thing that made Su Wen a little jealous was Zuo Ling.

Things have come to this point, it can be said that the whole situation has undergone an astonishing reversal, Su Wen just relied on a word of poetry, and slaughtered dozens of people from the other party's entire army!

With such a scene, even Zuo Ling was faintly frightened.

Is this person really just a new tribute student!

Why is it that his combat consciousness and combat skills are even more terrifying than those old hunters who have been trying in the academy for many years?

In a hurry, Zuo Ling gradually had a hint of retreat, he raised his head and looked at the four scholars who were in the "painting prison" with Su Wen, and a ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.

He knew that if he retreated, then these four scholars would definitely die.

"Since that's the case, then I can only be sorry for you!" said secretly in his heart, Zuo Ling immediately made a decision, turned around and fled.

And Su Wen, who was in the "painting prison", never thought that the other party would be so greedy for life and afraid of death, and for a while, he was a little anxious in his heart.

Because he must not let Zuo Zero escape!

It's not because Su Wen is thirsty for killing, and it's not because the other party is Su Wen, a member of the Xu family, who wants to chase after him, but because these people present today have all witnessed the biggest hole card in their hands and know their biggest secret besides rebirth!

Of course, this is the fact that Su Wen has many literary positions!

It is true that at this time, Zuo Ling just thought that Su Wen had opened the painting position, but in fact, soon the people in the entire Huizhou Mansion will know that their second literary position is the book position from heaven, so that the two sides will reflect each other, and it is likely that the secret of his Wenhai will be exposed!

No matter how small the chance was, Su Wen couldn't risk letting Zuo Ling leave alive.

But at this time, he was trapped in the "painting prison", if he wanted to break it, it would take a certain amount of time, and at that time, Zuo Ling had already disappeared without a trace!

"What should I do!" Su Wen was secretly anxious, but he couldn't do anything, so he could only watch Zuo Ling go farther and farther.

Who would have thought that when Su Wen had nothing to do, a middle-aged man with a slightly fat figure easily blocked Zuo Ling's way and smiled coldly.

"I remember that Brother Lu specially warned you, before that old man leaves the customs, it's best not to provoke Su Wen, why, so quickly forget about it?"

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