Chapter 403 Who will fight you with the murder weapon
Chapter 403 Who will fight you if you have a weapon?
Author: Jiudeng Heshan
Chapter 403 Who will fight you if you have a weapon?
A picture of mountains and rivers with profound artistic conception.
With Lin Ye's stroke, the artistic conception of the entire painting was instantly destroyed.
The man in green looked at Lin Ye with a stern expression, but did not stop him.
Lin Ye didn't stop, and continued with another stroke, a vertical stroke, also from top to bottom.
Two strokes completely ruined the painting.
The face of the man in green has turned as dark as the ink on the painting, but he is still enduring it.
In the third stroke, Lin Ye drew another stroke from the upper left corner.
Immediately afterwards, the pen tip moved to the upper right corner, and he watched as the stroke was about to fall again.
After the fourth stroke, the man suddenly glared at Lin Ye, and the next moment he yanked the scroll in front of him. The scroll was pulled into my hand, and then the man and the entire scroll disappeared in front of Lin Ye.
Seeing the man disappear, Lin Ye didn't show any surprise on his face. Instead, he breathed a sigh of relief, and a drop of sweat dropped from his forehead.
Even though he painted a few random strokes very simply, each stroke consumed a huge amount of his energy.
This level is not a competition of strength, nor a competition of blood, but a different kind of competition.
This painting of mountains and rivers looks like just ink, but the painting is full of murderous intent. If it weren't for Wu Sheng, he would be strangled to pieces by the murderous intent in this painting as soon as he started writing.
It may seem like an understatement, but in fact, from the beginning to the end, he used up all his heart and soul on every stroke.
As for why this man disappeared, Lin Ye could also understand that his painting could not help him. Just like the man in white, he finally chose to give up.
The next scene also verified Lin Ye's words.
As the scene changed, the studio disappeared and a new scene appeared.
It was not the chess room and study room that Lin Ye imagined, but the sky full of yellow sand.
He is in the desert.
And in front of him, on the sand dune, was a general kneeling.
The general's right foot is bent on the knee. In front of his right foot, there is a long knife, half of the knife blade is submerged in the yellow sand.
The armor all over his body is full of marks. It can be imagined that this general must have experienced hundreds of battles.
The general's whole body was covered in armor, with only a pair of cold eyes exposed. As Lin Ye appeared, those cold eyes condensed.
Terrifying murderous intent rose into the sky, and the general moved his hand holding the long sword.
boom!
Lin Ye was fearless and punched out.
The murderous aura dissipated, and Lin Ye stood there unharmed.
call out!
Looking at the bulky armor, the general stood up the next moment and swung his sword across his waist.
His swordsmanship is not amazing, it can even be said to be relatively ordinary.
However, facing this swordsman, Lin Ye was more cautious than facing the third swordsman.
The more unpretentious it is, the more confident it is in the opponent's sword skills.
Boom boom boom!
The collision between the fist and the knife, and with the help of his latent magical power, although Lin Ye was at a disadvantage, he still managed to hold on.
The murderous aura swept across the sky and the earth, accompanied by the sound of fighting and iron horses. In this substantial murderous aura, a team of soldiers wearing armor emerged.
These soldiers did not wear helmets, and their expressions were full of resentment. They rushed towards Lin Ye one by one. Even though Lin Ye was a martial saint and had strong blood energy, the ghosts of these soldiers were evaporated by the blood energy as soon as they got close.
But these soldiers are still fighting one after another.
That ferocious face had a terrifying sadness, and a murderous aura like a roaring wind. At this moment, Lin Ye's surroundings were like a Shura field.
boom!
boom!
boom!
Lin Ye's whole body was like a scorching sun, punching one after another, sweeping across everything.
when!
The general's long sword struck again and appeared above Lin Ye's head in a strange way.
There is no trace of this knife.
call out!
The long knife fell.
Lin Ye's figure was split into two halves.
However, dozens of meters away, Lin Ye's figure appeared again, and his figure, which was split in two, disappeared.
Afterimage.
At that moment, Lin Ye's speed reached its peak, and he was tens of meters away in an instant. The figure on the spot was just an afterimage left behind in the extremely short time.
"When it comes to martial arts skills, I am no match for you."
Lin Ye looked at the general and sighed. At this moment, he had used the Taoist God to shrink to an inch. In the pure martial arts contest, he had already lost.
But Lin Ye is not the kind of person who lives up to the past. His cultivation of Taoism, Buddhism, and martial arts are his huge advantages. He would be a fool to ignore them.
Previously, I just wanted to have a martial arts battle to the extreme.
"Although this is a bit overwhelming, there is no other way. I have to pass this level."
Lin Ye's hand flashed with purple light, and a thunder sword appeared in his hand.
Rumble!
At the moment when the thunder sword appeared, maybe he felt the resentment of the ghosts around him, and thunder fell from the sky, and all the ghosts in the sky disappeared in an instant.
Lin Ye raised his sword and advanced again.
The general's expression remained unchanged as he raised his sword and struck.
scandium!
The collision of swords.
The long knife full of murderous intent turned into nothing in an instant.
The long knife was broken into pieces.
For the first time, the general's eyes had other expression changes. There was a hint of confusion in his eyes, and he looked at the thunder sword in Lin Ye's hand.
The next moment, the general's body disappeared on the spot.
Well……
Lin Ye twitched the corner of his mouth. It was understandable that the two people in front took the elegant route and retreated if they couldn't defeat him. But how could this General Yum, who looked like a battle-hardened general, run away too?
This doesn't fit the character.
Unfortunately, Lin Ye could not find the general to confront him. As the general disappeared, the scene changed.
Looking around, there are pink and green willows everywhere, and the fragrance is fragrant.
He was in a loft, a loft filled with women.
Listen to music on the hook?
Lin Ye never imagined that such a scene would happen again. Could there be a martial saint in this place?
But before Lin Ye could find the challenge target, the women in the attic disappeared one by one, and finally the entire attic disappeared.
Lin Ye frowned, this martial saint knows illusion?
The attic disappeared, and Lin Ye found himself standing on a cliff, and directly in front of him, there was a figure facing the stone wall with his back to him.
"I practiced swordsmanship when I was three years old, and became a master of swordsmanship when I was fifteen years old... I became a sword master at the age of sixty. After so many years, I never expected to meet another swordsman..."
The man spoke in an arrogant tone and slowly turned his head. When his eyes fell on the thunder sword held in Lin Ye's hand, he took a twitch recently and his whole body jumped up.
"No wonder Thirteenth Mother ran away without fighting. You are holding this murderous weapon. Who dares to fight you? If you can't afford to offend, you should go and challenge that monster."
After saying those words, the figure of the legendary sword master disappeared, taking the cliff with him.
Seeing the changed scene again, Lin Ye was not surprised this time. He also understood that it was not an illusion, but that the people on the list were afraid of the thunder sword in his hand and chose to give in automatically.
"Do these people still have self-awareness?"
Lin Ye pondered in his heart, watching the scene change again and again, silently counting the number of changes.
The tenth time.
This is also the last person on this list, and the scene has finally not changed.