This hand is not good-looking, not to mention compared with Li Xiu, it is far inferior to Zifei.

Because the hand was black and rough, and the knuckles were a little large, it looked like it had done a lifetime of work in the fields.

So it's not pretty.

But this hand was dangerous, and the sunlight peeking out of the clouds was all blocked behind, and Sle's face was expressionless.

But there is appreciation and respect in the eyes.

"It's amazing to be able to have so many people willing to die for you. ”

He spoke, his voice soft.

But it was very quiet all around, so this voice came far away, whether it was Da Hong Pao or Chen Zhimo, or Li Wenxuan who was sitting in the carriage in the distance, they all heard it very clearly.

"The person on the dignified yellow paper actually fell down to deal with a junior, Si Leyan, do you want face?"

Chen Zhimo sat in the distance and said a little sarcastically.

"Don't worry, kill him, and you'll be next. ”

Si Leyan didn't look back, in his eyes, Chen Zhimo was just a rising star, although he was talented, but it would take a while to reach his realm after all, and it was still far away.

"I advise you to think about it, if Li Xiu dies in your hands, after the drunken spring breeze comes out of Mohui Valley, he will definitely cross the green sea and go to Huangzhou, and then fight you to the death in front of the gate of Sanqi Cliff. ”

Chen Zhimo looked at Si Leyan's back, his face was gloomy and serious: "The elders must not interfere in the death battle between peers, you will definitely die at that time." ”

Si Leyan is not the opponent of the drunken spring breeze, which has been known to the world since Chen Liucheng and the two fought each other.

In that battle, Si Leyan was hung in front of the door of the Qingjiao Division for a day and a night, which can be said to be a loss of face.

This is a slap in the face, and it is a heavy blow.

There was silence for a moment, and the water of the two rivers rumbled, crashing against the boulders and splitting several waves.

"This is indeed a trouble, but that is Mo Hui Valley, who has come out except Chen Jinglong and Li Xiu for hundreds of years?"

Si Leyan tilted his head and asked rhetorically.

Chen Zhimo had a cold face: "Since Li Xiu and Mr. Chen can come out, how can you be sure that the drunken spring breeze will not come out?

It's gambling again, and it seems that the people in the academy like to gamble very much.

Saalman fell silent again.

Since it is a bet, the winners and losers are naturally mixed, if the drunken spring breeze walks out of the Mohui Valley, then he will definitely die.

Just like Chen Zhimo asked, does he dare to bet?

The expression on his face was a little pale, and Si Le Yan sighed.

"It's ugly for me to lose in Chenliu, if I choose to dodge then I will only lose even more ugly in the future, I want to win against Chen Luo, and before that, I must beat the drunken spring breeze. ”

Si Leyan looked back at Chen Zhimo, his eyes were also very serious.

"I bet. ”

So Chen Zhimo stopped speaking and was silent.

The big red robe looked at it quietly, and only thought it was very interesting, arrogant as Si Leyan would even have people who were afraid.

Xu Yingxiu can't get out, or even if she does, there is no point.

Si Leyan's hand reached forward, then shook from side to side, and the thousands of dusts that had turned into silk nets flew out far from the ground and then stuck in the cracks of the dirt.

With just a simple action, the last line of protection that Xu Yingxiu set for Li Xiu was broken.

Shang Ling stood in front of Li Xiu and didn't take the initiative to attack, because he knew that it would be useless, but he could still block a palm and make Li Xiu die a little later, so he stood there with his chest up.

As I said before, how could the son of the Tang Dynasty die at the hands of outsiders?

Si Leyan's eyes became more and more appreciative when he looked at Li Xiu.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, but the sunlight suddenly disappeared, and there were no dark clouds in the sky, so this scene seemed very strange.

Si Leyan frowned, raised his head to look at the sky, and then frowned a little deeper.

Not only him, but almost everyone looked up at the sky.

A blank piece of paper fell under the sun, and there were no clouds in the sky, and it was this white paper that covered the sun.

The paper was very light, and it kept shaking with the wind, but no matter what angle it swayed, the sunlight never showed a trace, and the paper was getting closer and bigger to everyone.

Gradually, everyone saw what the paper looked like.

It was a painting.

A pair of good-looking words.

There are many pedestrians painted on the painting, mostly backs.

There were also four horses marching away, and the green clothes on the horses were obviously not colorful or embellished, but they looked very dazzling.

There is also a young man in purple bowing down to the painting.

On top of the white paper is a large blank space with a sword drawn on it.

It was Li Xiu's sword.

Everyone was stunned.

The big red robe felt a little

It's not good, but Chen Zhimo laughed, and laughed loudly.

Si Leyan's pupils shrank to a point in an instant, and he didn't even look at Li Xiu, who was close at hand, turned his body and jumped high and fled backwards.

The painting floated in the air, and the belated sound of the sword sounded from the sky, and then the sword on the painting flew out, and the sword on Li Xiu's waist also flew out.

The two swords become one.

The brilliant sword light flashed in everyone's sight.

Si Le Yan's face was pale, his hands were in front of him, and the aura gushed out from his body wildly, intending to resist this sword, but it was already too late.

The sword light flickered, and in an instant, it passed through his heart and then stuck on the ground.

Slele stood stunned, staring at the painting in shock and disbelief, at his bloodstained chest.

Then he fell to the ground.

A broken heart is already dead and can no longer die.

In a breath, the fourteenth-ranked powerhouse on the Huangzhou grass yellow paper was beheaded by the sword.

The brilliant sword light disappeared, and the painting became dim and was blown out by the wind, far, far away, and I don't know where it went.

The current paintings are just ordinary paintings.

But the scene just now was very shocking, even if it was as cold as Li Xiu, he was a little trance.

The big red robe's gaze was still on the sword, and after a long time, he looked back at Chen Zhimo in a trance, and asked, "What's going on?"

No one knows what's going on, what can be guaranteed is that there is nothing else in Fang Qianli except for the few people in front of him, so how did that painting appear?

Who made that painting?

Chen Zhimo didn't answer, but there was admiration in his eyes, and for the first time, he felt that the unreliable division commander was very reliable.

The same is true for Li Xiu.

There are only two people in the world who can paint such a picture, but there is only one person who can save him with such a painting.

College Gallery Teaching, Su Shengwan.

No one knows how this is done.

The big red robe smiled bitterly, and looked at Li Xiu with a complicated look in his eyes, so far, he is still not dead.

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ps: This chapter is very cool to write, it's really cool, the last painting Su Sheng painted on Sansheng Mountain that day floated with the wind, I buried seventy-six chapters in this foreshadowing, this painting floated in the sky for fifty days, and it fell today, I am very cool