Tang Qian really wanted to give it a try.

The fire in Zhang Wentian's hand was separated, which seemed to implicitly coincide with the meaning of two lifetimes, Tang Qian just thought of this, and that fire instantly completed the process of giving birth to three or three things, and that fire seemed to be inexhaustible, constantly flying out of it all kinds of demon beasts formed by various flames.

"Actually, Senior Brother doesn't have so many thoughts, and she is not a murderer. Qingsong Daoren sighed: "It's just that she can't grasp the strength well, I once asked her why she has to say that the loser has to die every time." She told me that she was actually saying this just in case, what if someone else didn't want to die, but I said in advance that if he died, he wouldn't blame me. As he spoke, he suddenly felt a wave of heat coming from under his feet, and then he exclaimed, "It's broken." ”

Tang Qian also felt a little bad, each of those flame demon beasts was like a living thing, although he opened his sword painting for the first time, the white light under his feet could only be extended, and he was completely suppressed by this fire method.

Tang Qian's sword painting was like a painting, but the more it extended outward, it could only retract as if the paper had met flames.

"Oh, isn't it similar to the Five Elements Sword Formation, it seems that you are not bad. Zhang Wentian smiled, she stretched out her little hand and pointed her fingers.

One after another, the flame monsters rushed towards Tang Qian.

Tang Qian said something in his mouth: "In every square inch, in the picture scroll, the four sides are not the four directions, and one boundary is like a world." His words were hard to understand, but a demon beast that was clearly aimed at Tang Qian actually staggered past him, and then rushed into the white scroll at his feet.

Then, with only a slight movement under Tang Qian's feet, he dodged dozens of demon beasts.

Zhang Wentian's big eyes narrowed, his fingers picked up and down, and all the remaining fire spirits rushed down suddenly, rushing towards Tang Qian, those fire spirits that rushed to the ground were very strange if they didn't explode, and the picture scroll under Tang Qian's feet seemed to have something else in it, and it could actually hold the fire spirit.

Tang Qian said, "Very good judgment, want to try to get them back up in my paintings?" Each of the Heavenly Fire Spirits contained terrifying mana, and the blazing aura seemed to evaporate Tang Qian's entire person in the next moment.

He suddenly said, "The direction may be different. ”

Without warning, a fire spirit rushed out beside Tang Qian, and collided head-on with the fire spirit that had just fallen from the sky, and the two fire spirits collided and exploded together. Tang Qian broke the sword in his hand and took the hidden sword scabbard, and learned the skeleton sword to dance around his body, blowing away the flames. Then how many fire spirits have just entered Tang Qian's sword painting, how many fire spirits have come out now.

In an instant, the stone chamber that had been illuminated by Zhang Wentian's fire method was like countless small suns being lit here, and the light was so blazing that even Zhang Wentian squinted his eyes.

In the end, all the fire spirits fell together, and the number was much more than what began to fall into Tang Qian's painting, so under normal circumstances, the explosion should not be only sixty-four. Zhang Wentian listened very sincerely, he should have more fire spirits.

Two or two fire spirits collided, and the impact alone was equivalent to a Heavenly Destiny Peak shot, and he had about three hundred fire spirits, and sixty-four rings were one hundred and twenty-eight trumpets, but there should be more than a hundred, that

The fire spirit collides with the human body, the explosion, the high temperature, and the instantaneous killing power are also equivalent to the fire method of the peak of the same destiny.

This is the attack of hundreds of heavenly mandates, and it is already close to the Returning Void Monk.

"What are you looking for?" Tang Qian's voice sounded in the smoke and dust, the smoke dissipated, and the white sword painting under his feet was densely packed with fire spirits, some of those fire spirits had been completely dyed black, and some were red like fire, still moving slightly, but they were also gradually covered by Tang Qian's mana and turned into pitch black ink.

None of them were included in the painting.

"Wouldn't anyone who is good at painting have a little seal and prohibition?" Tang Qian still had some unextinguished flames on his body, and he pressed it out with his hand vigorously, but the clothes on his body ...... Isn't it a little too tattered?

Zhang Wentian snorted, this person didn't know who it was, even if he took his first move, but being taken by a person who was dressed so shabby, Zhang Wentian always felt a little faceless, after all, the clothes on this person's body were tattered and full of patches, this is the legendary hundred clothes worn by the poor among mortals?

Zhang Wentian thought of this, and found that no matter how hard Tang Qian pressed with his hands or blew with his mouth, the little flame on his clothes couldn't be extinguished, and he couldn't help but say: "This is my fire, although it is not as powerful as the master's true fire, but it can be regarded as a kind of fire that does not extinguish the fire, you are natural-"

The clothes on Tang Qian's body are naturally a hundred clothes, but they are a hundred pictures that he has transformed into clothes, in fact, they are patchwork together from the paintings he painted himself, a single painting is a magic weapon, and these paintings together are a big magic weapon, and at this time, a hole was burned out of the hundred clothes.

A wave of ink poured out of the hole, a swordsman with only ink marks in his hand held an ink sword, standing at the head of the waves and rushing towards Zhang Wentian, Zhang Wentian's expression was serious, his hands were behind his back, and he didn't make a move, just dodging the sword moves of the ink sword swordsman, his body was smart, and the ink sword swordsman couldn't even touch the corners of Zhang Wentian's clothes for a while.

Zhang Wentian still remembers the agreement of the three moves, since she has to do what she promised, she will definitely not make a move.

She suddenly looked at one of the passages.

At this time, the Qingsong Daoist hurriedly ran from the passage, a gossip spell in front of him, it seemed to be able to resist the attack at any time, he was stunned when he saw the scene in front of him, his mind was spinning, and he shouted: "Senior brother, stop quickly!" This may be the legendary Tang Qian, the one who jumped off the cliff at the cliff pass!"

If a monk who claims to be Tang Qian can fight with his own senior brother and is not dead, then this person is really Tang Qian.

"Oh, doesn't that mean he's very powerful?" Hearing the words of Qingsong Daoren, Zhang Wentian's battle intent became even higher: "Come on, come on, you give me the tricks you use against the demon clan—" When Zhang Wentian looked at Tang Qian, Tang Qian's people had already disappeared.

An ink mark on the ground moved quickly towards Zhang Wentian.

The ink mark is not a person, people need to avoid the mountain rocks, and the speed of walking in the air is slow, but the ink mark goes straight through the raised stone, leaving an ink path in the stone room, and it comes towards Zhang Wentian.

"It looks like a retreat. Zhang Ne, who came later, said.

"It's fast!" Ke Jinghuan couldn't help but say.

"But it's too obvious!" Zhang Wentian lit up with flames in his hand, squatted and punched, just as the small fist went deep into the ink marks.

The ink marks were still very wet, but they dried out instantly when Zhang Wentian's little hand was deep, and even dried up directly the next moment.

If Tang Qian was hiding in it at this time, he would have turned into a dried corpse.

The flame was an extension of Zhang Wentian's perception, although she felt through the flame in her hand that there was indeed a space in the ink mark, but there was no one inside, and Tang Qian's sword painting was still in place, and there was no contact.

To a large extent, the path of death is about the death of the monk, the spell released by it will be greatly discounted or directly dissipated, after all, the source of the mana of the spell is the monk, but the formation will not have such a problem, the source of its mana is the spirit stone wonder.

So Tang Qian is not dead, not even in this ink mark.

"Seeing the ink marks walking away, am I hiding in it, or am I holding a pen to draw high?" Tang Qian's words reached Zhang Wentian's ears at the same time, she suddenly raised her head, the stone room was boxy, but there were some inverted stalactites on the roof, Tang Qian suddenly jumped out of the shadow of the stalactite, and the person suddenly accelerated in mid-air, and a sword slashed down.

There was a hint of a smile on the corner of Zhang Wentian's mouth.

The black ink on the ink mark suddenly dried and cracked, and then shattered completely, and a flame rose into the sky—

Tang Qian's sword slashed at the flame, the flame should have been formless and substantial, but it blocked Tang Qian's sword at this moment.

A scorching breath came to the face.

Tang Qian's sword was still unsheathed, he was just sure that he really couldn't break through this flame, so he jumped back, and didn't forget to deliberately dodge his own ink - after all, Zhang Wentian's hand hadn't been withdrawn yet, and this place should be able to burst into flames at any time.

"Experienced, mana condensed, and a bright head, where did this little girl come from?" A voice sounded, but it was Hua Suwen who came out of one of the passages, and the Qingsong Daoist felt that he might be dazzled, Hua Suwen just seemed to have stuffed a black flame into his sleeve.

It was obviously the master's extinguishing divine fire, and even he, a disciple, could only see it in this trial—and then the next moment he understood, could it be that this woman who had no mana at all had actually passed the level set by the master?

The people of Qingsong Dao were no less shocked at this moment than seeing Tang Qian, who they didn't know at all, being able to fight against Zhang Wentian.

Because only Zhang Wentian passed this level, among the rest of the disciples up and down the entire opening sect, forty percent of them majored or concurrently cultivated the fire method, after all, the ancestor Zhang Kaikai was famous for the fire method, but none of them were able to pass this trial.

His words trembled a little: "This, this girl, do you have any idea to enter the wall of my opening sect? Although I am not the first sect in the world, there is the first monk in the world, and the path of cultivation is naturally a thoroughfare, my master is not here for the time being, I can accept you as an apprentice first, if you come to my sect, I guarantee your cultivation resources."

Equal to the elders of the sect—"

Hua Su asked Zhu with a light smile, she didn't feel that Qingsong Dao people were inadequate, but that she felt that this was an interesting thing.

"Little Qingsong, are you sleeping, this sister is a monk who has returned to the void. "Zhang Wentian's child looks like a middle-aged Taoist Qingsong Taoist Xiao Qingsong, which is naturally extremely eccentric, but Qingsong Taoist can only laugh and suffer.

Zhang Wentian's perception of aura is also very sensitive, and Hua Suwen Xiuwei did not deliberately hide it, but because he was still a half-virtual and half-real soul, he casually let the Qingsong Dao people look away.

Zhang Wentian tilted his head: "Sister, I have seen your mana, and there seem to be only a few of them that I don't know very well, some of which I have seen portraits, but I have not seen faces...... Are you an immortal?"

Qingsong Dao was horrified, he had just ...... It seems that you want to take the immortal immortals as apprentices?

This time, it was Hua Su's turn to ask interested: "The little girl has good eyesight, do you want to be my apprentice? I will also know the fire method, and I have just learned the method of Zhang Kaikai." ”

Hearing Hua Suwen admit it, the Qingsong Dao people were even more embarrassed, who were the people in Qingsong Temple today, he couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground to get into, it must be Tang Qian himself who could come with the immortal immortal, he not only doubted, but also taught the immortal a lesson together?

(End of this chapter) I want to talk about "A Sword Paints the Sky" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find a confidant~