The scene became increasingly silent, with everyone watching and holding their breath.
“Three of you, please allow me to weigh the master first!”
The painter’s eyes flashed with a divine light.
His figure is majestic, his white robe is like snow, and he is handsome and elegant.
At this time, as he spoke, his aura changed accordingly.
Boom!
The void trembled violently, and an ink-like rain of flying fairy light emerged, drawing a splash-ink scroll around the painter's figure.
In the scroll, the principles of the Great Way are formed into a budding lotus, swaying as if it can come back to life at any time.
An overwhelming power spread throughout the place like a hurricane.
“Such a foundation and aura, even in the ancient times, it could be rated as the top grade, and it is unique among ten thousand!”
The dead spirits of some ancient Taoist traditions are moving.
They were all important figures on the path to becoming immortals during their lifetimes. It can be seen at a glance that the painter’s foundation in the Divine Infant Realm has been tempered to an extremely strong level, far beyond that of ordinary people.
“Normally, in today’s world, all the first characters to set foot in the Ascension Realm have stayed in the Cave Realm for an unknown number of years, and thus have accumulated an unimaginable amount of heritage.”
Some of the deceased elders whispered, "In addition, these current generation are all giants in the starry sky. Regardless of their background, courage, talent, and talent, they are all far superior to those in the same situation."
“If it were in the ancient times, with the ability of these people, there would be no worries about being unable to embark on the road to immortality. It would not be impossible to ascend to immortality even if they lift a rosy cloud.”
“In the final analysis, they were born in the wrong era, and now as long as the opportunity comes, they can rise to the top and reveal the terrifying details beyond imagination.”
…Many eyes were focused on the painter, and they were trembling with excitement.
Having just entered the Ascension Realm, he already has a solid foundation at the top level, which makes even the dead souls of the ancient Taoism feel astonished.
“Come, let’s have a happy showdown on this sea of clouds!”
The painter let out a long roar, and his figure rose out of the air and came under the sky. His demeanor was flamboyant and his power was astonishing.
Su Yi raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled.
This old guy, in the past, would never have dared to appear in front of him.
But now he dares to be the first to challenge me. Undoubtedly, after setting foot in the Feathering Realm, the painter's confidence has been inflated!
“Aren’t you coming together?”
Su Yi glanced at the fisherman and Deng Zuo, and spoke to the three of them.
"Not in a hurry."
The fisherman took time to calm down and said, "To deal with your contemporaries, it's safest to try to figure it out slowly."
Under the sky, the painter frowned.
Does the observer think that he is not his opponent?
“It doesn’t matter, today we will be separated by life and death. No matter how you want to fight, I will make it happen for you.”
Su Yi smiled and disappeared into thin air.
The next moment, he was under the sky.
The breath is as calm as before, without any sharpness.
Boom!
The painter took action directly, and the painting that surrounded his body rose up in the air and headed towards Su Yi to suppress it.
In the scroll, lotus flowers sway and bloom quietly.
The black feathering laws are intertwined and flow over the petals.
The ultimate beauty, but also the ultimate danger!
There were many dead souls in the field with strength comparable to those in the Divine Infant Realm. When they witnessed this blow, their faces changed slightly and chills ran down their spines.
This kind of power is enough to pose a fatal threat to them!
The artist did not reserve this blow. It was the embodiment of his moral conduct after he set foot in the Ascension Realm, and he tried his best!
With this strike, it is enough to kill the souls of those who are in the Divine Infant Realm in this world.
This is also the reason why the painter dared to challenge Su Yi one-on-one.
The void nearby cracked and exploded, unable to withstand the power of the scroll, and the dazzling fairy light shot out, seemingly covering all directions.
Su Yi did not dodge.
He stepped into the sky, with his palms like swords, swiping in the air.
An extremely bright sword light suddenly appeared, and the picture scroll collapsed and exploded.
"Master Guan, you have been deceived. My law of imitating the sky is not so easy to follow!"
The painter laughed.
When the sound sounded, in the exploded scroll, lotus flowers swayed and countless petals fell, covering Su Yi's entire body.
Each petal looks soft and beautiful, but when it falls, it turns into the fastest and most powerful electric arc, revealing the violent and destructive power.
When thousands of flower petals fall, that one blow is enough to kill the ascension monks in the same realm!
Su Yi let out a cry, and the mysterious light filled his body. No matter how sharp the thousands of petals were, they could never touch Su Yi.
“It seems that...it’s nothing more than that.”
Following Su Yi's whisper, the light on his body flourished, and thousands of petals suddenly shattered and were wiped out easily.
The painter’s smile suddenly froze.
Without hesitation, he took action again.
In the sky, the fairy light transpired, and a vast picture of stars emerged. If the real starry sky came to the world, the sky and the earth would be darkened, and Su Yi's entire body would be covered in it.
But just for a moment, a dazzling rainbow of sword energy rose across the sky, tore the galaxy, cut through the sky, and slashed towards the painter.
“Condensation!”
The painter's tongue burst with spring thunder, and a scroll turned into an ancient sacred mountain, stretching in front of him.
His attacks use all the phenomena of heaven and earth as a picture scroll. Every time the picture scroll falls, it is a terrifying and boundless attack, vivid and powerful.
That kind of grace caused countless exclamations in the audience.
But what is even more shocking is Su Yi’s fighting prowess.
I saw the sword flying up in the sky and slashing down, and the ancient sacred mountain created by the painter was like tofu, shattered and torn into pieces.
But the painter felt an overwhelming force hitting him, as if a god had lifted up Mount Tai and smashed it over.
boom!
The painter tried his best to strike hard, but was still shaken by the sword. His blood was boiling all over his body, and his face could not help but change slightly.
And Su Yi had already stepped in the air and struck with a sideways strike.
His green robe was fluttering, and his bare hands were empty, but the indestructible sword intent was steaming all over his body, causing the sky to tremble violently under pressure.
The whole audience looked at him sideways and were all shocked.
“This is the fighting power of the viewer? It’s really terrifying!”
“No wonder the Lord Guanzhu dared to come to the battle alone. It turns out that his moral conduct has already been able to shake the giants who have embarked on the road to immortality in this world.”
The place is boiling.
“This temple master is indeed too perverted. In the ancient times, except for those descendants of immortals from the immortal world, it would be difficult to find anyone who can compare with him.”
The eyes of the dead souls in the ancient Taoist tradition flickered, and they were all moved.
Whether it was the battle at Jikong Temple or the battle at Shen Gongfang, monks all over the world had already realized how unnatural Su Yi's conduct was.
But when you actually witness his fighting style, it is still shocking!
Boom!
The clouds collapsed and everyone in all directions trembled.
Under the sky, the battle is raging fiercely.
The painter's body was filled with fairy light, and he moved his hands and feet as if he was splashing ink between heaven and earth, and mysterious and unpredictable paintings appeared one after another.
Scrolls may depict thunder, divine flames, torrents, mountains and rivers, or ferocious birds and fairy beasts, all kinds of unparalleled evils.
The power is extremely powerful.
Su Yi's counterattack was very simple, or it could be said to be domineering. His palms were like swords and he pushed straight forward. A picture scroll exploded in front of him, turning into a colorful rain of light.
Destroying everything along the way!
At the end, the painter's expression became extremely solemn, and he did not dare to hesitate anymore and used his Taoist soldiers.
A gray paintbrush, shaped like a piece of dead wood, appeared in the painter's hand.
As his wrist shook, the tip of his pen moved in the air.
Click!
A long and narrow crack was split in the void, and a dazzling lightning fell down, filled with a majestic power.
Su Yi's eyes narrowed slightly, and he punched the opponent hard, but his figure was shaken by the impact. The five fingers of his palm were split open, and the skin and flesh were split open and bloody.
Every spectator watching the battle was shocked and couldn't help but become nervous.
“Monarch, show your sword!”
In the distance, the painter spoke coldly.
In his hand, the paintbrush like a dead branch breathed out the breath of chaos, pulling the general trend of the sky. For a moment, the sky was filled with billowing dark clouds, and brilliant thunder was tumbling in it.
Zhenxiao pen!
Made from the heart of the original tree of the feather-level heavenly material and earthly treasure "Thunder-killing Blackwood", it can lead the general trend of the world and trigger the Nine Heavens Thunder Gang!
"I can take care of you without using my sword."
Su Yi shook his arm, and with the power of the law of transformation, the bloody right hand suddenly returned to its original state.
唰!
His figure rushed forward, interpreting the secret of the law of flying light, teleporting as fast as he could, and killing the painter.
The sky trembled violently, a piece of thunder fell down, and the brilliant electric light illuminated the sky and the earth, making it a vast expanse of white. Such power made many dead souls in the scene stand on end with horror.
But Su Yi didn't dodge, he made a fist with his palms, like a god beating a drumstick, and smashed it into the air.
Boom!
The thunder was like a waterfall, exploded by a punch.
The sword energy emanating from the fist was as if a Qingming world was coming to the world. It was the power of Xuanxu secrets that swept away with this punch.
The painter's expression suddenly changed, and he repeatedly stroked the Xiaoxiao pen to resolve the blow.
Before he could fight back, Su Yi dodged out of the air, as if teleporting, and raised his fist to strike.
That white fist was surrounded by a light as bright as morning glow, like a side of Qingming's world suddenly pressing down. Before the fist's power could burst out, the void thousands of feet nearby had collapsed.
The painter's spine felt chilly, and he used all his strength to strike the sky with his pen. The rolling thunderous waterfall burst out, making the whole sky bright, like a doomsday thunderstorm.
But soon, the rolling thunder waterfall was destroyed!
Su Yi's punch was so powerful that it was as powerful as a broken bamboo, cutting through the sky and hitting the painter's brush.
boom!!
The Zhenxiao pen, which was filled with the aura of chaos, trembled violently. After all, it was unable to block Su Yi's punch and was directly blasted away.
Su Yi's fist power remained unabated and hit the painter's chest. The protective magic weapon and Gang Qi on his body exploded.
At that moment, countless protective weapons exploded into pieces, erupting into dazzling debris and rain of light.
And the painter was sent flying backwards by the blast!
The whole place was trembling, and countless people were stunned by it.
Su Yi's punch was a powerful and invincible punch! It was so powerful that it made people feel frightened!
Even the dead souls of the ancient Taoism, as well as contemporary figures in the Ascension Realm such as Zhong Tianquan and Zhou Hanshan, all have changed expressions.
The battle started, and within a few moments, even if the painter used his Taoist soldiers, they could not stop Su Yi's offensive. At this moment, he was blown away with a punch!
This is completely unexpected.
And Su Yi's strong and domineering methods completely shocked the entire audience at this moment.