The silence of heaven and earth, the sound of wind, rain and waves, all melted into that painting, and it was the ink-colored man and the dragon that kept changing.

Between the movement and stillness, there was a long ink trail, and the degree was extremely fast, and then I saw two majestic and elegant ink marks going back and forth, at first glance, faster and faster, and finally seemed to be entangled together, forming a whirlpool of vortexes that rotated sharply, and the picture scroll was chaotic.

Everyone looked at this shocking battle, but Chu Danqing only stared at the painting scroll in front of him, blood flowed from his wrists, flowing along his fingers to the end of the pen, galloping in the painting.

The blood is blue, and the blood turns into ink.

His face gradually turned pale, and the more energetic he became, with a bit of fanaticism, he left everything in heaven and earth behind, only the painting in front of him.

Gu Yanying also glanced back in surprise, then turned around again and continued to watch the battle.

I don't know how long it took, there was a sudden "click", very slight but very clear, as if it sounded in everyone's hearts, breaking the silence between the sea and the sky.

A figure fell from the sky, fell into the sea of ink with a pop, and slowly floated up again, it was Li Qingshan. His eyes were closed, and he floated motionless on the surface of the sea, his long red spread out, one of his left legs and one right arm were gone, and he was scarred, but the wounds were not bright red blood, but black ink.

Gu Yanying breathed a sigh of relief, but when it came to her mouth, it turned into a sigh.

"The winner is decided!"

"He's dead in battle?"

Gu Yanying shook his head, "He won." ”

Li Qingshan suddenly opened his eyes and quietly looked up at the sky. A smile rose at the corner of his mouth: "Dragon King, you are defeated!"

Before the words fell, the clicking sound rang out, from slight to roaring, rumbling through the sea of ink.

The scrolls gradually collapsed and fell into the sea, and the sky and the earth had color again, which was the last afterglow of the sunset.

All the spectators had a sense of trance that the battle had only lasted so long.

Ink suddenly appeared without a trace, standing on the sea. It was only a few feet away from Li Qingshan's head. Stared down at him.

"What, do you want to fight again?" Li Qingshan looked at him.

The aura of heaven and earth poured into his body, and the divine power of the earth gave him endless power, and the fire of the phoenix burned. Removes ink and repairs injuries. Even broken limbs. Also reborn in the curl of fire.

"Entering the painting is indeed a very strong trick, especially on this sea of ink. Still, it's no match for my fists. Li Qingshan raised the right fist of the newborn in the flames, and the power of concussion was indeed very restrained by such means, and the Crazy Flower Knife of the End made a soft sound, "Well, there is also a knife!"

The Mohai Dragon King didn't say a word, and he didn't make a move.

He knew one thing very well, even if he had the entire sea of ink to rely on, he couldn't crush Li Qingshan, he could only let himself support for a while longer, and he wouldn't be defeated so quickly.

In short, the destructive power of the Mohai Dragon King could not penetrate the tortoise shell and cowhide, crush Li Qingshan's tiger bones, and extinguish the phoenix fire.

"It's strange that you don't have any natural powers. ”

Li Qingshan said, although the Mohai Dragon King has used all kinds of means, none of them can be regarded as real natural supernatural powers, and for the demon clan, supernatural powers are the foundation of a qiē.

If the Dragon King of the Mohai Sea had any kind of offensive supernatural power to truly condense and release the huge power of the Mohai Sea, the outcome would be unknown.

But what made him feel strange was that Mo Yu, the former prince of the Qingzhou Demon Clan, a guy who was many times weaker than the Mohai Dragon King, could also exert his natural powers.

"Because I'm not a demon. The Mohai Dragon King finally spoke.

"Oh, you turned Mo Yu from a painting to a demon, but you still can't help yourself? It's really depressing to think about, the guy I have always regarded as a strong enemy turns out to be really just a painting, or rather, a painting soul!"

Li Qingshan shook his head, suddenly jumped up, and smashed the ink without a trace with a punch, splashing ink droplets all over the sky.

"However, whether you want to fight or not, I won't stop until I completely defeat you!"

Mo Wuxi's figure condensed in the distant sky again, bowing slightly to Li Qingshan, if he stopped here, it would be the biggest insult. But knowing that he was invincible, and blindly entangled, it was not his style, the dragon eyes in his eyes dissipated, and they became blank again, and his expression suddenly became a little depressed.

At this time, Chu Danqing completed the last stroke, depicting not the process of fierce battle, but the scene of the dragon and tiger roaring at the beginning, and then the fierce battle, but it seems to be all integrated into the painting, giving people endless imagination.

He showed a pale smile, and his aura weakened to the extreme, only to suddenly realize that the battle was over, looking around for the figure of the Mohai Dragon King, a voice suddenly sounded behind him: "Good painting." ”

"Master!"

Chu Danqing suddenly replied, and the Dragon King of the Mohai Sea was looking at the painting with blank eyes, admiring.

"The Five Absolute Painting Paths, you have obtained a few essences, and then you can slowly practice them by yourself. ”

"Master, you ......" Chu Danqing seemed to feel something.

"It's been so long, it's time to go back. ”

The Dragon King of the Mohai Sea said quietly, suddenly with a wave of his sleeves, the Mohai churned violently, a circle of coastline gradually faded the ink color, contracted and condensed towards the center of the sea, and the last drop of ink rose to the sky, suspended in the palm of the Mohai Dragon King, shot into Chu Danqing's dantian, integrated into the lily of the limbs, the soul knew the sea, and rolled and flowed in the blood.

The sea of ink below showed a clear blue color, eliminating the influence of the remnants of the Five Peerless Immortals for thousands of years, and turning into a blue sea. After doing this, the figure of the Mohai Dragon King dispersed with the wind, and Chu Danqing stretched out his hand, but only touched the warm sea breeze.

At the same time, in the distant void, on a snow-white painting wall, an ink dragon gradually emerged, pretentiously ready to fly, but his eyes were blank, and he suddenly seemed powerless, and could only be trapped on the wall.

Two figures vaguely appeared, a man in green clothes and a guest in a yellow robe.

The yellow-robed guest asked: "Why did Daoyou stop writing and only draw the dragon without the finishing touch, which is a big loss of charm." ”

The man in Tsing Yi replied: "If you click it, you will fly out of the sky, forget it!"

"Oh, yes, yes. ”

The yellow-robed guest didn't believe it, people in the cultivation have been practicing for thousands of years, and it is also difficult to soar, just with this mere painting, it is really nonsense to dare to say anything about flying out of the sky.

The man in Tsing Yi was unconscious, smiling at the dragon in the painting.

The sun sets and the moon rises, and the light shines all over the place.

Chu Danqing recalled all kinds of experiences over the years, couldn't help but cry like rain, wiped it with his sleeve, the sleeve was stained with ink, and he couldn't help but be stunned for a while.

"Danqing, are you okay?"

Li Qingshan came over and asked with concern, only to see that Chu Danqing was covered in black and numb, standing in the dark and almost invisible, it was really as black as ink, and even the whites of his eyes were black.

"I ......"

Chu Danqing looked at his hands and understood that the Dragon King of the Mohai Sea had integrated the power of the entire Mohai into his body by all means, and he couldn't help but feel even more sentimental and wept bitterly.

"Hey, don't cry, it's a waste. ”

Li Qingshan knew that Chu Danqing couldn't control this power at all now, let alone digest it.

"Qingshan, what you promised me, does it still count?" Chu Danqing wiped away his tears and asked Li Qingshan.

"Of course. Li Qingshan said with a smile.

"The mound is about to open. ”

"Then I'll go with you!" (To be continued......)