He raised his hand and drew a stroke, and a huge cross appeared under the huge net above the sky, diagonally crossed together.

This is just an ordinary cross composed of two strokes, but Su Shengwan is two strokes drawn with one stroke, this is no longer ordinary, the cross is lit up in the air, looming and revealing an incomparably sharp edge, as if to cut the whole sky.

It's pretty awesome.

The aura revealed that the huge net that fell down began to blur and cut small cracks, and the corners of the feathers appeared and floated upwards with the wind.

Subtle, soft.

It's like a bubble.

The cross changed its shape in the air, and everyone looked up, and the cross with the corners turned up by the wind floated higher up.

Then it touched the big net that had fallen.

The cross seemed to have become much thinner, and it was constantly rippling in the wind, as if it would break at any moment.

The giant web in the sky was also slowly falling, shrinking the corners on all sides.

A network cable broke, and a crisp sound sounded in a radius of hundreds of miles.

There was a snap.

Mr. Er's face was slightly pale, and the sunlight on his body became more and more intense, he was like the sun exuding endless light, and a silk thread completely condensed by spirit loomed in the sky, like a silver needle interspersed up and down, constantly stitching up a broken giant net.

Su Shengwan's hand holding the brush trembled slightly, the white clothes on his body were stained with blood and ink, and the cross on his head became thinner and thinner.

He raised his hand, and the brush was inserted into the sea of ink, and then lifted it up from the sea of ink, and the flowing inky galaxy began to ripple again, and the sound of rolling water sounded like rolling thunder.

The ink turned into a giant beast, raised its head from the galaxy, and poured into the heavenly cross.

The beast is roaring, and the sea of ink is flowing.

The starlight along the way was incomparably bright, and the cross bloomed with a light that was more dazzling than the sun, and a thin layer of flame burned on it, and it looked like a rotten galaxy was burning.

The giant net kept cracking and breaking, and the sound of breaking one after another was endless, and the speed of the needlework floating in the grid and interspersing and sewing gradually became faster, but even the speed could not compare to the speed of the galaxy burning.

The sound of breaking was not coming out, not because the web was not cracking, but because the cross was beginning to burn into a spark.

The flames spread along the network cables one by one until the entire sky burned clean.

The giant net disappeared from the sky, and the sea of ink under Su Shengwan's feet was almost dry, and the star giant beast let out a whimper, nodded at Su Shengwang, and then turned into starlight and dispersed.

Su Shengwan's right hand hung lightly at his side, he held a pen in his hand, his palm kept trembling, blood flowed down his sleeve from his arm, and a drop of blood fell to the ground, making the withered flowers and plants bloom and the ground full of ice and snow to smile.

Another drop of blood fell into the sea of ink at his feet, turning the little remaining ink into blood, and the tumbling became more and more turbulent, setting off waves under his feet.

Mr. Er's face was pale, and there was a layer of gray air around him.

The two couldn't talk about winning or losing in the confrontation just now, but Su Shengwan did have some upper hand.

"You said before that I could enter the Six Realms in ten years. ”

Mr. Two looked at him and spoke.

Su Shengwan nodded, not knowing what he wanted to say, so he didn't speak.

Mr. Two continued: "Now it seems that you are earlier than me. ”

From nothing to something, from existence to nothing, the two seem to be different, but they are actually figured out.

At that time, chaos was not divided, and there were thousands of avenues to create from scratch, except for the practice of exercises.

Now that the system is formed and the flowers are blooming, it is necessary to create something new from something to nothing.

The common denominator of the two is naturally to create, to create things that have not been done before, Su Shengwan called it the culmination of painting, but Mr. Two knows that this is the road to a higher level.

And Su Shengwan has begun to walk on it, and he walks very smoothly.

The two did not hesitate to praise each other.

Su Sheng bowed late and thanked him.

Mr. Two shook his head and said that this was as it should be.

He looked at Su Shengwan, was silent for a while, and continued: "I really want to continue to fight with you, just until one side dies, but this matter is too big, and it is not only you and me, so the matter between you and me still has to be interfered by others." ”

Su Shengwan knew the meaning of his words, which was to let the seven masters of the desolate people also intervene.

He didn't feel frightened, he just smiled after hearing the words and said: "Let people interfere, it means that you are not sure of defeating me, your heart has been cracked like a giant net in the sky, you are not as good as me." ”

He is inferior to him.

This is the first time that Su Shengwan has said this sentence in such a positive tone since the two have been fighting for so long.

Mr. Two was silent for a while, and then said, "If it weren't for the fact that this matter was too big, I might not have lost." ”

Su Shengwan smiled and said: "This is where you are not as good as me, Datang and the desolate man are both hanging by a thread at this moment, I can put myself into this battle regardless of everything, enjoy this life and death, I will not worry about what will happen after defeat, because I believe that I will win in the end." ”

"And you worry too much, this time the desolate man has put everything into this life and death, so you can't lose, you will do everything you can to win, you are afraid of losing. ”

And fear is precisely the beginning of failure. ”

Mr. Er stood there and listened quietly, silent and did not refute, he knew that what Su Shengwan said made sense, and he also knew that this was the truth now.

His temperament is the most modest, impartial, no desires, no desire for everything, but he will be tired of emotions, his master cares about the desolate, and his brothers care about the desolate.

And he cared.

To care means not to lose, and to not be able to lose means not to lose.

Seeing that he was silent and did not speak, Su Shengwan looked up at the sword light of the Tianshan Mountains and said softly: "Everyone will have a choice when facing life and death, I believe that not only we Tang people can die with anger, but you can also do it, but if you have concerns, then you can't die with anger." ”

Mr. Two thought for a while, and then said: "Having said that, but as you said, this is something I care about and care about, and giving in for it may make me inferior to you, but it will not cause a crack in my heart, and more importantly, once a few of them intervene, how are you going to win me?"

He looked at the seven Desolate Grandmasters standing below and asked.