Seeing that the first move failed to achieve obvious results, the fake Zhao Xiang immediately launched a new attack.

On the top of the Xuanzong Hall, the moves of the two sides were the same, liliang was comparable, and even the expressions on their faces and the angle of thinking were exactly the same.

For a while, the sky was dark, the smoke was filled, and they were out of breath, and they won and lost each other.

No one can overpower anyone, and no one can achieve absolute superiority.

Time passed quickly with the sound of explosions, shouts, and the crash of treasures.

After a tea time, the two in the hall fought many more fierce battles, and finally confronted each other again.

Their chests rose and fell rapidly, and they raised their right hands to wipe the sweat from their foreheads.

The fake Zhao Xiang said in a cruel tone to Zhao Xiang, and said in a gloomy voice-"Zhao Xiang, today is either you die or I die, neither of us can try to escape!"

"Hmph, I am your shadow, even if you escape from the Xuanzong Palace, I will always be with me, like a bone with a bone!"

"You'll never get rid of me, and you never will, unless you're gone!"

Zhao Xiang's anger was actually a means to confuse Han Tian, the god of painting.

Its purpose is just to make the fake Zhao Xiang proud, let the fake Zhao Xiang be rampant, and let the fake Zhao Xiang misunderstand.

mistakenly thought that he, Zhao Xiang, had really fallen into the extermination jihua carefully designed and tried by his painting god Han Tian.

Let him draw the gods, Han Tian felt that his calculation was almost half successful.

When people are arrogant, they may reveal some secrets in their verbal expressions.

His face was still full of anger, but Zhao Xiang was extremely calm in his heart, thinking about countermeasures very rationally.

Zhao Xiang adjusted the frequency of the Divine Consciousness Wave to the extreme peak of a million instantaneous times, and tried his best to replay everything that had happened before.

An image of the painting god Han Tian revolving around him Zhao Xiang quickly appeared in front of him.

In the picture, Han Tianyi drew ten portraits of himself in a row, and then sprayed his essence blood into the portraits.

Then the ten portraits come together as if they came to life, followed by a transparent light and shadow.

In the end, this transparent light and shadow were successfully fused with the painting god, and a fake Zhao Xiang was conjured.

Weishenme wants to squirt blood? Weishenme wants to paint ten portraits? Is there any mystery hidden in it?

Zhao Xiang's divine consciousness wave tried his best to operate, analyze, and synthesize, and suddenly, Zhao Xiang grasped the key to the problem.

Squirting blood, of course, resurrecting the portrait with his own essence blood and divine thoughts.

Although the painting god Zhu pen is also an important key, the blood of the painting god is not necessarily the blood of the ancient gods.

Even if it is the blood of the ancient gods, does this essence blood still contain the blood of giants, ancient demons, and mortals?

The fake Zhao Xiang he conjured up was actually not the real Zhao Xiang, and it was a fraction of a mile away from me, the real Zhao Xiang.

To deal with him, I, Zhao Xiang, am not afraid.

As for painting ten portraits, not nine, not eleven, is this related to the three souls and seven spirits of man?

Zhao Xiang suddenly thought of Han Tian's title of "God of Painting".

He became more and more sure that the ten images painted by Han Tian were actually paintings of his own gods.

In other words, this "god" is his Zhao Xiang's three souls and seven spirits, which seems to be mysterious, but that's it.

Hmph, I Zhao Xiang Dantian has refined ten yuan babies, I know how many souls I have, you Han Tian painted fifty portraits, maybe you can put me Zhao Xiang in danger and die, but now, hehe......

What's more, Zhao Huan, who exists as a machine spirit and a human, is almost a clone of my Zhao Xiang.

How could you, the so-called "God of Painting" Han Tian, be able to paint in a short period of time?

After figuring out this, Zhao Xiang immediately had a way to crack it, and looked at the eyes of Han Tian, the painting god, as if looking at an ant.

Zhao Xiang's voice was as cold as a knife - "Painting God, you said that you follow you like a shadow, like a bone attached to a bone." ”

"You know what? Shadows are always shadows, and they don't become masters at all. ”

"Have you ever heard of someone worrying about the ridiculous thing about being afraid of their own shadow falling to the ground?"

"Tell you, no matter what you draw, just steal the beam and change the column, hum, the beam will always be a beam, it will never become a column!"

"It's really clever and peerless, and I figured it out so quickly. But Zhao Xiang," the painting god Han Tian smiled, full of mockery and ridicule, "What's the use of you understanding this? Can you change your fate and kill me?"

Zhao Xiang smiled strangely on his indifferent face, and replied meaningfully-"Hehe, painting gods, it doesn't matter if you don't believe it, don't you understand it all if you try it?"

As soon as the words fell, Zhao Xiang's left hand flung out, and the soul Jian also shot out from his Lao Palace acupoint at an incredible speed.

Then a large white mist suddenly opened, and quickly enveloped him.

Seeing this, the fake Zhao Xiang shook his left hand in the same way, and sneered-"Who is scared by the soul Jane?

As a result, outside the fake Zhao Xiang's body, a large white mist also appeared.

However, at this moment, a decisive and ruthless color immediately appeared in Zhao Xiang's eyes.

He looked at the fake Zhao Xiang's eyes, as if he was looking at a dead thing, bursting out with a kind of coldness that penetrated into the marrow.

This look was really captured by the painting god wrapped in the white mist, but he didn't quite understand why it was like this.

However, at this moment, a trace of uneasiness appeared in the painting god's heart, and fear appeared on his calm face, which intensified, and in an instant, it turned into a frightening and racing frenzy.

There was also a life-and-death crisis that suddenly arose, permeating his whole body, making his hairs stand on end.

This feeling rarely appears in the experience of painting gods for tens of thousands of years, but every time it appears, it is extremely dangerous.

It was a matter of life and death, and Han Tian, the god of painting, did not hesitate, raised his left hand, and threw Zhu straight towards Zhao Xiang.

A silent mockery fell into the eyes of the painting god.

When the fake Zhao Xiang was keenly aware of the danger, he raised his left hand and threw out the red pen.

A point of light had already shot out from the ancestral aperture on Zhao Xiang's forehead, because the speed was extremely fast, and the sound of breaking the air was loud.

This point of light was filled with soul-shattering power, and in the stunned and frightened face of the painting god, it rushed into his chest in one fell swoop, and frantically devoured his vitality.

The red pen thrown by the painting god stopped in mid-air due to the lack of magic urging, aura, and yuan force support.

As if he had been immobilized, he didn't move, just shimmered with a trembling light.

And almost at the same time, the painting god endured the pain of the great creation of the primordial god in his body and shouted loudly - "Under the peerless supernatural power of my painting god, no one can escape his life." ”

"Tell me Zhao Xiang, what is this weishenme?weishenme? You tell me, otherwise I won't be blind to painting!"

Surprise, fear, shock, unwillingness, regret, a thousand feelings converge into a surge of unbelief and resentment.

The painting god never understood that Weishenme would appear in this shocking scene.

The Divine Ring can be large or small, infinite when large, invisible in hours, sharp in attack, and indestructible in defense.

In particular, Zhao Huan, the instrument spirit of the divine ring, after Zhao Xiang's transformation against the sky, now has the characteristics of a human and a machine spirit.

And Zhao Huan's body has the great magical power of virtual and real transformation, which further increases the terrifying power of the divine ring against the sky.

After the painting god was hit by the divine ring, his body instantly changed to its original form.

His face was pale, sweat was raining, blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were full of fear and doubt.

Zhao Xiang took a steady step, Shi Shiran walked up to the painting god, snorted coldly, and then said - "I said, you know too little about me, and you know that the other side can survive a hundred battles, in fact, from the very beginning, it is doomed to the fate of your Yunni Sanyou failure, even if you are desperately planning and planning to harm me." ”

"Not like that, never like that. The painting god roared hoarsely, "My painting is magical, it is wonderful, even if I can't know all your secrets, as long as the three souls and seven spirits drawn are fused with me, I will be the same as you, the difference is negligible." Tell me, what is the reason for this?"