Probably because he had seen Li Yunsheng's methods against Fan Chun, Xie Chuxuan was still not at ease even if he had sealed Li Yunsheng in the painting scroll of Shanhai's brush.

I saw him quickly swing the mountain and sea pen in his hand, and he did not hesitate to pour out the true yuan in his body and punch the thunder and fire tricks into that picture scroll.

As the thunder and fire were sent into the picture, the scene in the ink painting of mountains and rivers suddenly seemed to be like the end of the world, the thunder shattered the mountains and trees, and the flames burned everything in their passes.

But in an instant, under the interweaving of thunder and fire, Li Yunsheng's figure was no longer visible in the scroll.

Even though this scene only takes place in the painting, the scene in it still makes the onlooker feel palpitations.

Many people remembered the rumor that Xie Chuxuan once had no sect by himself, and before that, they only thought that this was a story deliberately made up by Tongyouguan, but now the scene in this picture scroll made them shake, thinking that if this Xie Chuxuan used a mountain and sea pen to unexpectedly seal the entire sect like a picture scroll, maybe he could really do it.

"This Qiushui remnant's luck is really back, and he was actually bumped into by Second Master Xie who came temporarily. ”

"Yes, I have escaped after being chased and killed by the Immortal Alliance Yan Prison for ten years, and today is a plant. ”

"In this way, isn't the strength of Tongyouguan about to catch up with Yan Prison?"

Everyone began to talk about it, Li Yunsheng's strength they had all seen just now, if it wasn't for Xie Chuxuan's presence today, there would really be no one in this night city who could stop him.

"Second uncle, have you finally refined this spiritual treasure?!"

Curtain call Yu said with a look of surprise.

Compared with others, Xie Muyu knows more about the Shanhai Pen in Xie Chuxuan's hand, this is the Shanhai Pen is a genuine Xuan-level spiritual treasure, and it is from the abyss under the autumn water, Xie Chuxuan spent four or five years refining it after getting it, but he couldn't.

Today, seeing that his second uncle can use the Shenghua pen at will, he can't help but feel a burst of joy in his heart, adding another high-level spiritual treasure will undoubtedly greatly enhance the strength of Tongyouguan, in his opinion, after a period of time, it is not impossible for Tongyouguan to surpass Yan Prison.

"Sort of. ”

Xie Chuxuan glanced at the picture scroll that was almost completely annihilated by thunder and fire rain, and breathed a long sigh of relief.

He didn't expect to meet Qiushui Yujin here, and to be honest, the strength of Qiushui Yuyin greatly exceeded his imagination, especially the power of his divine soul, which exceeded the three silent realms of the divine soul, even if it was the first time he encountered it, if it weren't for his control of the mountain and sea pen and another layer of refinement, it was unknown who would die and who would live today.

In a moment, the thunder, fire and rain in the scroll completely dissipated, and the large mountains and rivers in the scroll were completely reduced to ruins and ashes.

At this moment, Xie Chuxuan finally put his mind at ease.

"Second uncle, then, there seems to be someone in there!"

Just as Xie Chuxuan was about to take back the scroll with the pen of mountains and seas, Xie Muyu, who had been looking at the scroll curiously, suddenly exclaimed.

Hearing this, Xie Chuxuan's heart was also chuckled, he looked in the direction of the curtain call's finger, and saw a figure standing there with an umbrella on the ruins of a mountain in the picture scroll, and under his umbrella there was a girl carrying a child on her back.

"Not dead?"

Xie Chuxuan was stunned for a while.

But at this moment, the man in the picture scroll lifted the sword in his hand, and the blade of the sword reached Xie Chuxuan's uncle and nephew.

Seeing this situation, Xie Chuxuan, who was provoked, was shocked and angry.

"If a thunderbolt can't kill you, I'll send you ten, and if a rain of fire can't kill you, I'll send you ten regiments!"

Xie Chuxuan shouted angrily, but just as he lifted the mountain and sea pen and was about to drop another thunderbolt, a dragon groan suddenly burst out of the scroll.

Immediately afterwards, a sword roar rose into the sky, and an invisible sword momentum slapped on the people in Night City like a majestic sea tide, and some cultivators directly exploded and died under this sword momentum, even if they could resist it, their faces turned pale one by one.

Since Qiushui disappeared from the Ten Prefectures, the Ten Prefectures had not seen a real sword cultivation for many years, and many people were terrified and had no idea what was going on.

"Autumn Water Sword Trick ......"

However, Xie Chuxuan knew, not only did he know that he also understood, after all, he almost died under Qiushui's sword back then.

But because of understanding, the fear in the heart is greater than that of the people.

"The mountain and sea pen can't seal him. ”

As the sword momentum around him began to become heavier and heavier, this thought appeared in his mind.

"Let's go. ”

Xie Chuxuan, who was pale, glanced back at the curtain call behind him.

"Hurry up, or I won't be able to keep you!"

Seeing that the curtain call was still in a daze, he accentuated his tone.

"Second uncle, isn't he still trapped in the painting......?

Unlike Xie Chuxuan, although Xie Muyu felt fear, he didn't realize that he was between life and death at this moment.

At the moment when he hesitated, a sword intent flew out of the scroll with a clear breeze.

This Xu Feng was like an antidote, blowing away the depression brought by the sword momentum just now in everyone's hearts.

But in Xie Chuxuan's view, this is not an antidote, this is just a sip of sweet wine before the death row prisoner is executed.

"Get out!"

He hated that the iron was not steel, and slapped the mountain and sea pen on the curtain cover rain, and the stunned curtain call flew out directly with the mountain and sea pen.

"Tell your father, don't avenge me!"

Before Xie Chuxuan's words fell, a sound of a bowstring cracking exploded in the painting, and the sound was like an extremely harsh sound, which shook people's hearts and minds.

Then a dazzling golden aura tore a hole in the center of the scroll like the morning glow of the newborn sun, and the golden sword light erupted from the crack in the scroll, instantly annihilating the entire night city.

The brunt of this sword is Xie Chuxuan, he has exhausted all the true yuan, and the six-fold defense built with the cloud and earth characters is still broken by this sword, even if he has several defensive magic weapons on his body, he still can't block this sword, not only his body was cut in two by this sword, but all the upper and lower flesh and bones were shattered by that sword qi.

And as Xie Chuxuan's vitality gradually dissipated, the picture scroll that trapped Li Yunsheng also disappeared, and Li Yunsheng, who was unscathed, stood in the middle of the road again, still holding an umbrella with Qingluo and Beidou beside him.

"This is, autumn, autumn water sword technique, the first, the fourth style, surprise, shocking mountain?"

The dying Xie Chuxuan asked with difficulty, at this time the flesh and blood on his face were blurred and he couldn't see the expression clearly.

"Yes. ”

Li Yunsheng nodded.

"Ahem, cough, I can still die in the hands of the Qiushui Sword Technique, and I am worth it. ”

Xie Chuxuan coughed a few times, then closed his eyes.

As if he hadn't heard, Li Yunsheng walked slowly past Xie Chuxuan with a calm expression, still maintaining the pace of strolling forward at the beginning, and at the same time, several sword qi were like ball winds hanging the fallen leaves on the ground, silently cutting Xie Chuxuan's mutilation into pieces.

That sword just now didn't kill every monk in the city, and many of them survived because they were too far away and hid in the inner city.

Just as Li Yunsheng was slowly moving forward, they also rushed towards the gate of Night City one by one, but Li Yunsheng did not intend to let them escape.

The sword aura of the withered sword technique was like an assassin in the night, harvesting the lives of these people one by one, and the overflowing blood paved the entire road, which made Qingluo think that she had fallen into a mud pit several times, and felt distressed about the new shoes she had just worn a few times.

It's just that she doesn't know that tonight she is not walking through the mud, but in a purgatory covered with blood.