When Ye Linfeng went to the wordless stele cliff, there were already two people on the wordless stele cliff.

One was carrying a sword, holding a straight bun, and wearing a white robe. The other was dressed as a scholar of culture, in a blue shirt, and carrying a pen in his hand.

"I expected you to come. Mo Yuan looked at Duanmu Qing Zhengse opposite and said.

"I didn't expect you to come. Duanmu Qing looked at Mo Yuan, who suddenly appeared on the wordless tablet cliff, and said coldly.

"Then you should know what I'm going to do by now. Mo Yuan calmly looked at Duanmu Qing and said.

"Then you know by now what I'm going to do. Duanmu Qing replied.

"Naturally, don't you think that doing this will only harm others and yourself, you treat Wanmu as a chess piece, and you are used as a pawn by others, don't you think it's so pitiful and pathetic?" Mo Yuan had already held the pen in his hand before, this battle must be resolved quickly, otherwise when Yunhe came, he would have no chance of winning.

"The teacher is from the same family, why bother, why don't Senior Brother Mo Yuan join us, let us create a new Tianzhao Academy together. Duanmu Qing no longer held a sword, and had already made a posture of drawing a sword.

"If you don't have this so-called lofty ideal or fantasy, I may still be able to write and paint while in the Tianzhao Courtyard, drink tea and listen to music in my spare time, and drink wine in my throat when I am sad, it's a pity. Mo Yuan said in a deep voice.

"Since we can't negotiate, let's fight. Duanmu Qing said coldly, the cyan sword was about to be unsheathed.

"Okay! Let's fight!" Mo Yuan said, gently lifted his sleeves, and with a stroke of his pen, a giant snake composed of ink and wash swooped out, opened its mouth, and poked out a long letter.

Mo Yuan waved his sleeves, and the ink snake roared, rushing towards Duanmu Qing, who had not yet drawn his sword.

With a snort, the cyan sword held by Duanmu Qing came out of the sheath, and the cyan sword light appeared, splitting through the layers of sea fog, only to see Duanmu Qing holding this cyan sword, and slashing at the oncoming ink giant snake, and the giant snake turned into thick ink in an instant.

Mo Yuan's face did not change color, he lifted the big pen, pinched the barrel of the pen, and threw out a stroke with his wrist.

An ink-colored dragon was born, groaning angrily at Duanmu Qing who was holding the sword, and two ink-colored dragon whiskers fluttered and swayed.

Duanmu Qing took the lead, and without waiting for the ink-colored dragon to rush over, he held his sword and flew in front of the ink-colored dragon, and slashed his head again.

Duanmu Qing's cultivation is to ride the dragon sword, no fast and no respect, no fast and no break, what he pays attention to is a fast word, his own brother Duanmu Bai, the current city lord of Sword City, is influenced by Duanmu Qing, every sword pays attention to a ruthless word, because it is ruthless so fast.

Mo Yuan's face still did not change, he had been in the same door for so many years, he knew Duanmu Qing's sword very well, since Duanmu Qing's sword was very fast, then Mo Yuan could not be faster than Duanmu Qing even if he was fast, so he could not compare his speed, so he could only think of some other way.

Mo Yuan let the ink-colored dragon be slashed by Duanmu Qing's sword, and continued to pick up the pen to walk the dragon and snake, this time not painting, but writing, he can not only draw, but also write, because he is a talisman master.

Mo Yuan was in a chic mood, his left hand lifted the sleeve of his right hand, his right wrist lifted a force, tightly squeezed the pen shaft, and waved it towards the void, indescribably chic.

"Write all the rivers and rivers, and use the bamboo in the forest.

A large pen slashed the sun and the moon, and the sea Jiao bowed his head and surrendered.

I was bookish and scolded Fang Xuan.

Write all the rivers and mountains to help me pass through the mysteries. ”

In a few breaths, a sentence that could not be considered a poem appeared in the air.

It's not that Mo Yuan doesn't know how to write poems, it's just that this sentence that really can't be regarded as a poem is really written from his heart, there is no rhyme, no artistic conception, and some are just blocks in his chest, and he is proud in his chest.

These few words quickly formed a circle, and this ink-colored circle of light kept rotating, trapping Duanmu Qing in the circle, Duanmu Qing stabbed it with a sword, and then it was bounced back.

The inky circle of light surrounded by these few words is like setting up a barrier for Duanmu Qing, Duanmu Qing is not nervous at all, he has been in the same door for many years, and he has seen Mo Yuan use this trick.

The cyan sword in his hand flew away from his palm, and in an instant, one sword was replaced by a thousand, and the sword stabbed towards the barrier set up by Mo Yuan.

Within the barrier, it was suddenly filled with cyan sword light, which was very dazzling, and thousands of flying swords were pierced on the inner wall of the barrier, making a sneering sound, and finally these sneering sounds evolved into a violent explosion.

Mo Yuan's talisman failed to trap Duanmu Qing, but Duanmu Qing's thousand flying swords stabbed towards Mo Yuan like a rainstorm pear blossom, and thousands of cyan sword lights broke through the layers of sea mist on the Immortal Island, and the scene was very spectacular.

Moyuan's scribe's Confucian shirt floated up, an afterimage swept dozens of feet, and with a wave of the big pen in his hand, the four divine beasts of the Green Dragon, the White Tiger, the Vermilion Bird, and the Xuanwu all appeared, but their colors were all ink.

The four divine beasts formed by ink dissolved some of the flying swords, and at the same time as the flying swords, the four divine beasts also turned into ink.

Duanmu Qing didn't give Mo Yuan a chance to breathe, he knew very well that Mo Yuan's strength was very strong, not in the realm, but in the spell, to put it bluntly, Mo Yuan was a talisman, and the spell was different from other talismans, in comparison, Mo Yuan's spell was even rarer.

Both are in the middle realm of the natal chart, the strength of Mo Yuan and Duanmu Qing is actually difficult to distinguish, if life and death are facing each other, one can only rely on luck.

"Take the dragon sword, and the dragon will get water. Duanmu Qing let out a low sigh, the cyan sword brush in his hand flew, and a stream of qi was sucked into the sea.

In an instant, a water dragon condensed by sea water pulled up from the surface of the West Sea, rolled up bursts of Lang flowers, and after the water dragon raised its head in the air, it slammed into the ink abyss, which had receded dozens of feet.

Mo Yuan's scribe's shirt swayed violently, and he retreated dozens of feet in an instant, waving the brush in his hand as he retreated.

Write the word "kill" in the void, only to see the water dragon snap and break into two, and then turn into seawater.

"Senior Brother Mo Yuan, why don't you draw and write. Duanmu Qing knew that if the two of them continued to fight, they would definitely lose both, and it was obvious that they were delaying time and waiting for Yunhe's arrival.

"Since I came, I didn't think about going back alive, it is estimated that Senior Brother Yunhe will be there soon, no matter whether you can hook the demon fetus or not, I will also fight to the death, no matter whether my blocking has any effect, I don't think about it, just for a breath, in fact, we scholars are the most virtuous. ”

Mo Yuan said that, and continued to squeeze the pen, the scribe's shirt was wet by the stirred seawater, and a few ink drops dripped on the green shirt, and immediately became a thick, like an ink cloud.

Duanmu Qing naturally didn't want to fight to the death with him, he was waiting for Yunhe's arrival, and Mo Yuan was also waiting for someone, he was waiting for the bitter-faced man who didn't like to have hair on his head.

(Well, I admit it's not that Mo Yuan can't write poems, but that I can't write it for a while, lalalala, the time is too tight, and I really can't brew it)