Quantity and quality are completely different things, but sometimes quantitative changes can cause qualitative changes.

Su Shengwan's strength is very strong, and the seven grandmasters below together may not be his opponents.

Just like when Xiao Bo killed dozens of Great Demon Kings in the Green Sea with one person and one sword, many people will be in the same realm, but their strength is very different.

But at this moment, there are still two gentlemen, Lu Qinghou and Bai Yutang can only stop two people, they can stop three with all their might, and they can stop four with all their might, it's not that they are not strong, but the desolate master who is staying here at the moment has the strength of the top thirty of the Heavenly Scrolls, and it is undoubtedly impossible for them to do it if they want to use two against seven.

Once the remaining Desolate Five Realms join the battlefield, Su Shengwan will definitely lose.

At that time, Mr. Er will free up his hands to join forces with the two masters and apprentices from Congpu, and Chen Luo will lose no matter how strong he is.

It's just that the reason why the battlefield is a battlefield is because neither side is completely sure, just like the fifty avenues and forty-nine Tianyan, there will always be a chance and accident left.

Su Shengwan looked down at the Desolate Sect Masters below, and then said softly, "If they really join in, I may not be your opponent, but how can you be sure that they can really intervene?"

Mr. Er's brows furrowed slightly, and he immediately realized what was going on, and slowly closed his eyes, the power of divine cultivation permeated a radius of hundreds of miles, and there was nothing unusual within hundreds of miles, no snowflakes fell, and no wild beasts rushed.

There are no flowers and plants withering, and naturally no one will suddenly appear.

So what is his dependence?

Mr. Two looked at him suspiciously, but did not speak.

Su Shengwan stood on the Sea of Ink, since the giant beast turned into starlight and disappeared, the Sea of Ink, which had already dried up and had little left, had now turned into a river of ink.

A hole opened in the white paper above his head, and an extremely pure heaven and earth aura flowed out from the scroll.

He said to Mr. Er: "This battle is about the life and death of Datang, since we are already here, how can we not have a backhand?"

Everyone wants to be 100% sure of doing things, so everyone likes to leave a back hand and hole cards when doing things.

Chen Luo and Su Shengwan are the mainstays of Tang Guocheng, their lives are very valuable, they can't be damaged easily, and no one wants to see them take risks, since they are here together at this moment, it means that they have a certain degree of certainty.

The overflowing aura shrank back, and the cracked paper painting was restored, as if it had never been broken.

A few drops of ink floated out of the ink river and fell into the scroll from the bottom up.

There was a spirit in that painting.

Mr. Two thought of a possibility, but he couldn't believe it, raised his eyebrows and asked, "A world of its own?"

Su Shengwan nodded, the picture scroll spread out overhead, and then a whirlpool appeared, not so much a whirlpool, more like a portal, it was a transparent door, but from the outside it looked like only the corner of the door frame covered with wooden thorns, and inside the corner was a small courtyard, very simple farm furnishings, with a green cow tied to the courtyard, and a set of soil-stained farm tools piled up in the corner of the wall behind the green cow.

A water tank was placed on the black soil in the center of the small courtyard, which did not seem to be for people to drink, because there were some fine grass floating on the clear water in the water tank, which should be the place where the green cow drank water, the ground was not flat, and the soil under the water tank was wet with leaking water.

The soil is not green bricks, and the green bricks are still flat when they are wet with water, while the soil will become tall and uneven when they are wet with water.

But the tank did not tilt or fall to the ground, and although it was far away, everyone could still see that above the dirt, there was a sword in a corner under the tank, and the blade was covered with a layer of dust, as if no one had moved the sword for a long time.

The long sword covered in dust looked even worse than a crutch carried by an old man at the entrance of the village, like broken copper and iron, and it would be troublesome to wipe it lightly with a rag.

The second gentleman's gaze only glanced at the sword and then swept over, for there was not only one green ox in that small courtyard, but also five people sitting cross-legged.

As if sensing the gaze of the outside world, the five people sitting in the courtyard opened their eyes at the same time and looked outside, and then glanced at Su Shengwan and walked out of the portal.

They come out of the painting, they are real people.

Mr. Two felt the powerful fluctuations faintly coming from the five people in front of him and was silent for a while, and said: "The world in the painting, it turns out that this is your hole card." ”

Su Shengwan nodded: "Now, we can divide life and death well." ”

He painted the Tao and painted the world, and these five grandmasters were the five great demon kings of the demon domain.

The seven Desolate Masters standing below flew towards the sky with solemn faces, and Bai Yutang and Lu Qinghou on the ground in the distance also followed and stood beside the five Great Demon Kings.

This is a close battle, and it is especially clear who will be able to kill in the end.

Half of the sunlight above the sky disappeared, and if you feel it carefully, you will know that half of the sunlight has not actually disappeared, but has been blocked by the sword light.

That's Chen Luo's knife.

Half of the snow beneath him melted.

Su Shengwan stepped on the Mo River, bathed in the light of the knife, and walked towards Mr. Er

Mr. Two did not dodge or dodge, flashing with light.

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There was a lot of movement on the South Snow Field, both the ice and snow and the mountain peaks were shattered, except for the sacred tree under his feet that was still growing tenaciously, only the deepest part of the South Snow Field, Peach Mountain, was still a pure land.

This peach mountain is very large, there are many peach trees, and there are countless peach blossoms.

In the southern snowy field, which is full of snow and frost, this peach forest is a rare and beautiful place.

And at this moment, there are only two people in the peach forest.

Two men.

They stood opposite each other, no one did anything, smiling as if they were participating in Yongmei's literary meeting.

But from the broken plum blossoms and red blood all over the ground, it can be seen that this place has just gone through a very bad and brutal battle.

Mr. San's clothes were very tattered and disheveled, his chest was constantly rising and falling, the breath on his body was extremely sluggish, and the whole person was extremely weak, and they both stood there and needed to support the trunk with their hands.

"I won. ”

He spoke, his voice soft, almost inaudible.

Zifei sat cross-legged across from him, put his hands on his knees, let the plum blossoms fall on his hands, and said softly, "You won." ”

Mr. Three's mouth kept bleeding blood, and he asked, "Do you regret blocking that trace of the sky?"

Zifei lost, he won't die now, but he will die after a while, if he doesn't block that trace of the sky, it will be Mr. Three himself who will die.

Zifei shook his head and said with a smile: "There is always something to ask for in life, what I want is for the people around me to live better, and there is nothing to regret." ”

Mr. Three was silent for a while, wanting to say something but suddenly didn't know what to say, so he staggered and walked towards the outside of the peach forest.

He passed by Zifei and didn't say a word.

Zifei looked up at the sky, a little dazzling, he raised his hand to cover his eyes to make himself see more clearly, and then smiled more heartily.