Fang Tian's paintings were dazzling and everyone was stunned.
The head of the three mountains of Taixu Sect was stunned on the spot with a teacup.
The three heads who were already worried were already worried, looked at Fang Tian Huaying, who was exploding all over the screen, and their minds were blank.
On the Guanjian Tower, some people from the cloud who were originally only concerned about talking were also alarmed and couldn't help but turn their eyes down.
In front of Fang Tian’s painting of the shadow, the monk watching the battle in the mountains looked even more wrong:
"what happened?"
"The mountain of Lundao exploded?"
After a while, they slowly realized:
"Is it a formation?"
"Is that guy Mo Hua doing good again?"
"What formation is so powerful?"
"What's going on in the sword?
Everyone sat upright, endured the dazzling light, and stared at Fang Tian's painting.
I don't know how long it took, but the explosion stopped.
The light on Fang Tian’s painting also gradually dissipated, the smoke and dust dissipated, revealing the sword-making venue after the explosion:
An empty ruin.
Apart from that, nothing is gone.
The disciples of Gandao Sect are gone.
The city gate is gone, the city wall is gone, and the city lord's statue is gone.
Even the ink paintings from Taixu Sect were gone.
There was a dead silence in the field, and then the sound of sucking in the cold air came one after another:
"I'll go! They're all blown up?"
"This kid Mo Hua used the formation to blow up the entire city, as well as the disciples of the Gandao Sect?"
"Even his fellow disciples and himself were killed!"
"I'm convinced, this kid is a cruel man."
"I won't even let myself go when I get cruel-."
Then someone exclaimed: "What kind of formation is he using? It's so powerful?"
"Second-grade nineteenth-patterned high-level killing formation--"
"Can the high-level killing formation be so strong?"
"I don't know this-
"Who won the blow like this?"
Everyone was silent for a moment, and someone said, "It should be Taixu Sect--
Some people hate "Mo" and Wu: "The disciples of Taixu Sect are also dead, why should they win?"
"This is a siege battle. As long as you break through the city gate and destroy the city image within the time limit, you will be considered a win."
"The time has not come yet, and the city seems to be destroyed. Even if all the disciples of the Taixu Sect are 'dead', they will still win."
"Damn it, let this kid Mo Hua win again-·——
"This kid is so fucking evil."
Someone sighed: "This is the first time I have seen someone siege the city, and they can blow up the entire city-"
"Fortunately, this is a sword contest. If it is a Taoist war, siege and attack the city, then this kid will definitely be a good at slaughtering the city and destroying the family."
"It's hard to say. This kid's formation is so strong, his conscience is bad, and his mind is insidious. Maybe he's just a 'little devil' in the future. I don't know how many murders he will commit-""
"According to me, Taixu Sect should prevent problems before it happens, and sack this kid's cultivation and expel him from the sect, otherwise it would be too dangerous-"
A group of people agreed: "That's, that's———"
Some people also sneered, "A bunch of idiots, just say stupid things?"
"Can Taixu Sect give up its cultivation and expel it from the sect?"
Of course, Taixu Sect can't bear to leave it.
At this time, in the Guanjian Tower.
The heads of the Sanshan Sect slowly came to their senses from the shock just now.
The head of the Chongxu shook his head and murmured, "This child's formation is really—.awesome—"
Even though he was the head of Chongxu Mountain, he was shocked at this time and could not imagine other words to describe what he saw and heard in front of him.
The head of Tai Ashan has also proved it for a long time. After looking at the head of Taixu, he couldn't help but say a little bit of admiration:
"This child has been in your Taixu Mountain for nine years and has not blown up your mountain gate. It's really a blessing-"
The head of Taixu smiled bitterly.
He didn't expect that ink painting could make such a big noise.
But at the same time, the three leaders were secretly shocked.
At the sword contest conference, with the second-grade high-level formation, the entire sword contest venue could be blown to a flat ground--
No matter what formation he draws or what formation he uses, it is quite amazing to achieve this level.
It can even be said to be "terrible".
As for the situation in the cultivation world, they are not likely to have no premonition.
It would be fine if the world is peaceful in the future.
Once chaos arises, order collapses, the forces of Taoism will merge and conquer on a large scale, and the troops will spread.
Then, with his unpredictable formation skills, this child will inevitably be a terrifying "killer weapon" at the city level in time.
Even if his cultivation level is not high, it is enough to make all forces frightened.
The name "Mo Hua" suddenly became heavy in the hearts of these three sects-" ·
The swordsmanship venue was blown up and the audience was still noisy.
Not long after, an elder from Ludao Mountain came forward and announced that Taixu Sect won.
However, the subsequent swordsmanship competition will be postponed for half a day and the venue will be relocated.
The elders and disciples watching the battle in Taixu Sect breathed a sigh of relief.
No matter what, Taixu Sect won another game.
Wen Renwan, Gu Changhuai, Zhang Lan and others smiled helplessly when they saw that the ink painting caused such a big disturbance, even the competition system had to be postponed.
No one expected that a siege would be like this.
But when I thought of this kind of thing, it was made of ink painting, it seemed that it was not that surprising.
Especially Zhang Lan.
He had seen ink paintings blow up something bigger.
Therefore, although the scene in front of me is not small, the boy Mo Hua must have "constrained" a lot, otherwise he would have played even bigger.
Yuer was so shocked that she opened her mouth wide and admired Brother Mo even more.
This sword contest was blown up by Mo Hua and ended abruptly.
When everyone was amazed, confused, shocked, complained, and thoughts were all over the place, Fang Tian's shadow was dim and the crowd also left in groups of three or three.
But although the sword contest was over, the storm of things was far from over.
On the Daoshan.
The elders who were originally respected and leisurely were gathered together urgently.
To be continued...