Mr. Qingling saw Bai Ze Xiaosheng fighting with Su Po from a distance, and he knew the depth.
At this moment, he approached, and did not dare to neglect. He immediately splashed ink and unfolded a magnificent scroll.
This universe is like a painting paper, and is allowed to be painted by Mr. Qingling.
Su Po and others seemed to be transformed into people in the painting, and were controlled by Mr. Qingling's pen to follow.
But Mr. Qingling's expression did not show any relaxation, but was more serious.
If you have personal contact, you can better understand the advantages of the sword.
With one sword, the scroll may be broken.
It was all up to Bai Ze Xiaosheng to restrain his opponent Jianfeng at this moment, and Mr. Qingling took the lead.
The scroll is unfolded, the brush and ink are unfolded, and the Confucian semi-bible methods are unfolded, so that Su Po can be further trapped.
Su Po entered the painting, as if he hadn't realized it.
It seemed as if he was only focused on competing with Bai Ze Xiaosheng in front of him.
It seemed as if he had verified his relaxation, suddenly, without any warning, a fire ignited in the void, sweeping across the real ink and water mountains in front of him.
The flames burned the scroll into a hollow.
The flame outlines a word in the middle of the hollow like darkness:
"burn"
Bai Ze Xiaosheng was fully focused and had difficulty resisting Su Po's sword front in front of him. He could not be distracted and was completely unaware of the changes in the surrounding environment.
Mr. Qingling's eyes flashed and his expression became more serious.
He stared at the flaming words in the void, and saw that the fire red turned into black, still clearly under the dark background of the universe void.
Then, the Confucian semi-saint's eyes turned to the girl on the other side.
The other party is the creator of the words.
"Mr. He has achieved great success in the holy realm with calligraphy and painting, and has extraordinary achievements. He is indeed almost like the Tao. Students admire him." Shen Herong said calmly.
Mr. Qingling looked at Shen Herong: "Return to nature, you are closer than the old man."
Shen Herong, who was thrusting in length and was already a girl, bowed and bowed to him: "Emperor Qi is not a wise king, why did the sir follow him?"
"Your Majesty can tolerate a little bit of old graffiti."
Mr. Qingling smiled: "It is both a kindness of knowing the favor and a close friend."
Shen Herong nodded: "It makes sense with his temperament."
When Mr. Qingling heard this, he was silent for a moment before speaking again: "In recent years, some news about the East Cangtian has been spread here, and I have also heard of your reputation."
"That old man should know our purpose." Shen Herong smiled.
Mr. Qingling shook his head: "I can't help you."
While speaking, he splashed ink again, and the mountains and rivers blocked the little saint of Bai Ze and Su Po.
It was already seen that neither of the other party was Yi and Mr. Qingling made a decision immediately.
Although he and Bai Ze Xiaosheng both have the fifteenth level of cultivation and seem to have advantages in realm, they may not be the opponents of the sworn brothers and sisters in front of him.
Now we will first seek to escape, and wait for the other masters of the Great Qi Divine Dynasty and even the Emperor of Qi to come in person, and then find the scene today.
It is really unsure of continuing to get entangled now, and the consequences are unpredictable.
Bai Ze Xiaosheng also did not continue to fight. He took advantage of Mr. Qingling to help him to escape immediately.
Su Po still ignored the many obstacles in front of him.
The sword force remained unchanged and continued to slash towards Bai Ze Xiaosheng.
Before his invisible sword tip was swept down, the mountains and rivers had begun to collapse and collapse.
The word "break" is printed on the mountain peak.
Shen Herong's fingers were drawn in an empty way, and words appeared out of thin air, like burning a piano and boiling a crane, ruthlessly destroying Mr. Qingling's paintings.
Seeing this, Bai Ze Xiaosheng could only rely on his own magical power to barely resist Su Po's sword.
As for escaping, I don’t have to think about it anymore.
Mr. Qingling sighed: "I am a genius."
At the same time he opened his mouth, his pen turned.
The mountains and rivers transformed by ink and wash suddenly seemed to have their own life and wisdom, turning into the mountain god, river god, showing infinite power, tearing and removing the ink words printed on their bodies.
Seeing this, Chen Herong's eyes flashed slightly: "Is the classic meaning? The old man's writing really has the finishing touch."
Mr. Qingling's expression was still solemn.
The finishing touch is the classic meaning he has learned.
But he had no sense of enthusiasm at this moment.
With the honor of Confucian semi-saints, he still cannot suppress the girl in front of him by relying on the power of heaven and earth.
Both sides are talented and debated immediately.
At this moment, he had no choice but to do it and try his best.
But I saw the glory above Chen Herong's head, which seemed subtle but continued, and it was hard to tell where to go.
The words written by writing were like they came to life, and they continued to compete with Mr. Qingling's paintings in a unique way.
Mr. Qingling was even more shocked when he saw this.
Chen Herong looked as usual: "This is a classic meaning of students. The sea embraces all rivers, please give me advice."
The entanglement of ink and wash seems to form a huge maze in the void of the universe.
Chen Herong and Mr. Qingling were both trapped in it and disappeared.
Outside the maze, Su Po made several swords in a row.
With the last sword, Bai Ze Xiaosheng finally couldn't resist it.
The top of his head, which was only half apart, was completely cut off by Qi Gen.
"Save your life and stop moving."
Su Po received his sword, stretched out one hand and pressed it on Bai Ze's little holy head, causing the other party to be unable to move any longer.
He stared at the ink maze in front of him, waiting silently, without any intention of interfering.
But after a while, Su Poxin felt something and turned his eyes to the distance.
There, a sword light and a fire light flashed.
"It seems that the old scholar had already contacted him for help before he arrived." Su Po understood.
However, he had no intention of avoiding it, nor did he urge Chen Herong in the ink and wash maze, but just watched the sword light and fire light come to him quietly.
Su Po's vision finally fell on the master of the sword light.
The visitor looked thirty or forty years old, with a haggard face and dull face, like pig iron, like Su Po, with empty hands and no sword holding.
But his sword energy was everywhere, and his whole body was like a sharp sword, showing its sharpness.
Su Po was interested and asked Bai Ze Xiaosheng who was caught in his hand: "Who is this?"
Before Bai Ze Xiaosheng answered, the man had already spoken: "Bai Yuan."
He stared at Su Po: "You are not from the Southeast Yangtian.
Where are you from?
The sky in the east?
Are you Su Po?”
At this time, Bai Ze Xiaosheng groaned: "Sword Idiot Bai Yuan!"
When Su Po heard this, he nodded slightly, looking at the person in front of him with great interest.
The sword idiot Bai Yuan is one of the eight pillars of the Great Qi Dynasty and is also known as the number one master of the swordsmanship of the Great Qi Divine Dynasty.
Before joining the Qi Dynasty, he was the famous peak swordsman in Yangtian, Southeast.
They are both the Eighth Pillars of the Great Qi Dynasty and the 15th level masters. They have different strengths.
Before Bai Yuan could take action, he just stood there, and his sharpness was above Mr. Qingling and Bai Ze Xiaosheng.
After the fire light next to him stopped, his power was not as powerful as Bai Yuan.
After Su Po looked at Bai Yuan for a moment, he stopped speaking and his eyelids slightly hung down.
He turned to look to the other side.
The fire stopped and turned into a human form.
But before that, Su Po seemed to see the big monster Bi Fang.
Bi Fang is a crane-shaped single-legged sword, and the essence of flame, which is the incarnation of fire and the god who holds the control of flames.
However, the person in front of Su Po was not the real Bi Fang.
"The transformation of the Demonic Way, the formless demon?" Su Po asked.
Among the Eight Pillars of the Great Qi Dynasty, there is a Bifang Demon Lord who has the fifteenth level of the Demonic Path.
The big man shrouded under the flames glanced at Bai Ze Xiaosheng who was pressed by Su Po on the bottom of his palm.
One demon and one demon, although Bi Fang Demon Lord and Bai Ze Xiaosheng are both the Eight Pillars of the Great Qi Dynasty, their relationship has always been inconsistent.
But he knew the strength of this little saint of the demon clan.
Seeing the other party’s miserable situation at this moment, compared to gloating, Bi Fang’s Demon Lord was more alert and alert in his heart.
He was alert in his heart, looking at Su Po, but his face was nothing strange, but instead smiled: "I am the Wuxiang Demon, are you the Sword God?"
Before Su Po answering, Bai Yuan, the "Sword Madman" beside him, spoke coldly:
"He is mine!"
When Su Po heard this, he shook his head:
"You and I have different opinions, and we don't plan to each other."