Thousands of sharp ice needles flashed with bloody and brilliant light in the sun, making onlookers moved. The short young man's eyes shone, and he pulled the sleeve of the mighty old man and asked: "Mr. Wen, what is this?"
The artistic conception, why is it so beautiful?"
The juniors under my sect only saw the beauty of the artistic conception, but Mr. Wen was different after all. He could see the power of this artistic conception at a glance. Although the lethality of each ice needle was not enough, thousands of them exerted their power at the same time, which was enough to nail a person.
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This artistic conception is obviously the artistic conception of celestial phenomena, but it seems to have changed, adding some blood sacrifice methods, which is very strange. The artistic conception of the middle-aged celestial image's opponent, the young man, is even more strange, especially the artistic conception of the bow and arrow, which is so powerful
It's so big but so strange. Could it be that after thousands of years of development, the artistic conception on the mainland has evolved into this?
The two people in the decisive battle were both middle-level realm masters, and they were middle-aged. After all, the age was there. The younger one was probably in his early twenties. It was not easy to have such a level of cultivation. What surprised Mr. Wen the most.
It was the decisiveness of that young man. After seeing the murderous intention of the opponent, he launched a sneak attack without saying a word. This kind of decisiveness is difficult for young people who are just starting out to have.
Wen Lao did not think about it carefully, nor was he prepared to answer the short young man's questions. He took the two juniors and prepared to leave. Although he was very curious about this decisive battle, curiosity was the source of right and wrong. Wen Lao did not want to cause trouble, so he just
Can kill one's own curiosity.
However, the two young men refused to move and stared blankly at the scene of the decisive battle. They saw the young man on the roof of the tea shed sinking like cold iron, trampling through the roof and falling straight down.
As soon as Wu Maxi landed, he shot a big bow to the left, and then he jumped up with the spirit fox spirit, avoiding the tracking of the blood ice needle. In mid-air, a zombie curse was planted on the body of the chrysanthemum-patterned deer, and only the deer could be seen.
The deer immediately jumped up and ran away with the spray of blood, causing the middle-aged man's blood ice needle to quickly cut off the source.
The middle-aged man was almost startled when he saw the dead deer turning over and running away. Before he could think about it, he cut his left palm with a knife, and blood flowed out. It immediately condensed into a blood-colored ice needle, and with a sharp scream, it landed towards Wuma Xi.
He fired it, but it collided with the sharp arrow that was fired. The sharp arrow and the blood-colored ice needle were shattered at the same time.
After Wu Ma Xi landed on the ground, he raised his black horn, followed the sharp arrow, passed through the bloody ice needles and the debris in the sky where the sharp arrow hit, and pounced towards the middle-aged man.
Fantastic!
The middle-aged man looked at Wujiao's ferocious figure, and this name that he had seen in classics suddenly popped into his mind.
The full name of Fantianjian is Dawei Dade Mojiao Fantianjian. The person who gave this name was Jian Shuangcheng, the most powerful emperor of Great Xia.
The allusion about Fan Tianjian is recorded in the secret scroll of Daxia Kingdom. The middle-aged man has a very close relationship with the Daxia royal family. By chance, he was lucky enough to see this secret scroll twelve years ago.
The secret book said that Fan Tianjian had the strength of a Zong-level mind beast when he was born. After growing up in the drinking environment, his strength soared to the peak Zong-level mind beast. There are even some alien species that can break through the threshold of Zong-level mind beasts.
Reaching an incredible state.
Now this monster that has not appeared in the world for a thousand years suddenly appeared in front of him, and the middle-aged man couldn't help but change his face. Between the intertwining of thoughts, the red land suddenly turned into a turbulent mud, rolling back towards the person and the beast.
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The red mud was like a big chao, wrapping the crow's horns, and then condensed instantly, sealing the crow's horns inside.
Just as the middle-aged man was about to take the next step, he saw a person jumping out from behind the red seal, flying across the air in a smart arc.
The middle-aged man slapped his left arm with a palm, and the blood from the wound on his left palm shot out, forming a blood-colored ice arrow in the air. Just as he was about to shoot at the opponent, a spiral cone of artistic conception suddenly struck, covering the entire artistic conception.
Forcibly broken into pieces, the bloody ice arrow melted quickly and turned into a pool of blood again, sprinkling feebly on the ground.
Wu Ma Xi fell quickly, standing ten meters in front of the middle-aged man, and planted a mysterious bone towards him.
The middle-aged man's figure was fluttering like a fallen leaf. He turned over to the left and floated out. When he turned around, he released a mouthful of spit. The spit condensed into white ice arrows in the air and shot towards Wuma Xi's chest.
Wu Maxi turned slightly to avoid the arrow of spit, and shot towards the opponent with a Jingzhe mood.
The branches of the middle-aged man's mind moved rapidly, and a fierce wind blew up in the void. The artistic conception of Jingzhe was like fallen leaves in the wind, being blown to the grass to the east and scorching a green-jointed snake that was peering up from its neck.
Wu Ma Xi did not give up, pursuing the middle-aged man's path, weaving purple string seeds towards the opponent. The middle-aged man's feet suddenly trembled, and his figure continued to roll in the red soil in an awkward manner, weaving artistic conception to shatter the blood in his body.
Zi Xian cao, took the time to fight back with blood arrows.
The two were fighting on the red ancient road, their artistic conceptions flying across the sky, their spiritual powers colliding and intertwining, making the void tremble.
Wuma Xi stepped like a fox, swift and gentle, leaving only a series of light and agile footprints on the ancient red road, always keeping a distance of about ten meters from the other party.
In the fierce fighting, the soul became focused, and every movement was clearly reflected in the soul. It seemed that something strange was throbbing deep in the soul, making his thoughts weave with it.
Some kind of indescribable unique rhythm. The branches of thought move along this rhythm, and with the help of God, the weaving becomes more and more smooth, like a mighty symphony flowing through the ears. Various artistic conceptions of different shapes are woven one after another, and the spiritual power
The drums and waves are like the surging waves of the Lanjiang River, surging and exciting into the artistic conception, causing the spiritual power between heaven and earth to continuously resonate and roar. One after another, the artistic conceptions are like various exotic flowers, gradually blooming.
The artistic conception of the middle-aged man is also extremely wonderful. His figure is floating around, like fallen leaves flying in the wind, changing in the red dust and smoke. Ice needles of various shapes are like a goddess scattering flowers, under the scorching sun,
The sky is filled with bright and gorgeous lights and shadows.
The several big men in the tea shed looked at this intense and fierce battle with different expressions.
A big man with a beard slapped the table and applauded, and immediately smashed the tea table full of holes into several pieces. The battle was changing rapidly, and with the eyesight of the big man with a beard, he couldn't see what was going on, but he also knew that this was an unprecedented high-stakes battle.
Level battle.
The big man who threw the teacup had a pale face and was terrified of his reckless behavior.
The other three people were all silent, staring at the rolling red dust on the battlefield, worried.
Avoiding a blood arrow that grazed his neck, Wu Ma Xi shot it with all his heart and soul. The artistic conception drove the opponent's blood to rush wildly. A blood arrow was instantly fired from the wound on his left palm, as if he wanted to kill all the blood in his body.
All the blood is drained out.
Although the middle-aged man was not frightened, he condensed the excited blood into a sharp ice spear and stabbed it towards Wuma Xi's chest. Wuma Xi dodged sideways, and the blood spear suddenly shattered into needles and moved towards Wuma Xi's right side.
The arms penetrated wildly.
These broken needles were not very powerful, so Wu Maxi hit them smoothly and ignored them at all. He planted another Xinxue Maniac on the opponent, and saw another stream of blood spurting out from the opponent's left palm. Under the scorching sun,
It was extremely red.
The middle-aged man who had lost too much blood began to feel dizzy. The sky and the earth were spinning in his eyes, and his heart was palpitating and his legs were weak. He forced himself to weave the artistic conception again, and the blood he inspired condensed into sharp blades all over the sky, shooting wildly towards the front without any purpose.
This crazy bloody blade was like a torrential rain swept by a strong wind, rushing past Wu Ma Xi and hitting the tea shed behind him. The crisp sound of broken cups and plates immediately sounded in the tea shed, and several big men were embarrassed.
He ducked and screamed again and again.
While his eyes were still spinning, a strange aura invaded the middle-aged man's void of consciousness, sealing the entire void of consciousness. The branch of mind was instantly withdrawn into the mind bead, and the rain of blood blades lost power and turned into blood all over the sky.
The fog dispersed.
Little god-making technique?
The middle-aged man was startled. Due to dizziness, his eyesight went dark. After a long time, he recovered and saw that the other party had already bullied him. The middle-aged man was about to weave an artistic conception to resist when a sudden coldness hit the back of his neck, and several sharp points appeared.
The thorn pierced his spine and locked his mind tightly.
This is the Fengjing environment, a masterpiece created by the Ministry of Justice of the Xia Dynasty thousands of years ago. Middle-aged people are extremely familiar with it.
The middle-aged man was about to start a hand-to-hand fight, but Wu Maxi had already taken the initiative. The green snake that had been scorched by electricity suddenly swam onto the other man and entangled him tightly, making him unable to move.
Wu Maxi took out the rope, tied the middle-aged man firmly, threw the black horn into the elephant ring, carried the middle-aged man onto the purple-hoofed beast, glanced at the few bystanders behind him, and left quickly in the world of mortals.
Battle scene.
Watching Wu Ma Xi's figure disappear into the distance, everyone gradually recovered from the excitement of watching the battle.
Several big men were sitting in the tea shed, moaning and groaning. Everyone had minor wounds on their bodies and complained endlessly.
"Straight bitch, if it had been a few years earlier, with my master's temper, neither of these two bastards would have been able to get away." The speaker was the bare-chested man who threw the tea cup, his face was still a little pale.
In this accident, among the people in the tea shed, he was the most seriously injured. The word "王" was cut out on his forehead with a bloody blade, which looked quite powerful.
"Fuck you!" Several companions responded disdainfully, "Your rat guts are only useful when you knock on the door of Widow Xu's house at night."
Just as the bare-chested man was about to argue, the entire tea shed suddenly collapsed, covering everyone underneath. Several big men scrambled out of the ruins, cursing. Fortunately, this was just a thatched house, and it didn't cause any trouble to everyone.
"This... is so beautiful!"
Everyone turned around and saw that the shopkeeper was still standing there stupidly, with a few thatches on his head and mumbling to himself. Everyone was confused. The collapse of the tea shed did not seem to be a happy thing.
Is there anything good to see? Could it be that he has lost his mind and gone crazy? Or is this tea shed not his family’s property at all?
An old man and a young man standing outside were also looking in the direction of the battlefield. Mr. Wen had a somewhat lonely look on his face, which was particularly obvious against the backdrop of his mighty beard and hair.
Unexpectedly, after thousands of years of evolution, the level of artistic conception on the mainland has actually become so strong that a young witchcraft can fight such an extraordinary battle. The level of excitement is not even lower than the battles in those classics.
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After thousands of years, has my genre really declined?
He turned his head and looked at the two juniors in front of him with lost eyes. He saw the short boy Zhang Tong's face full of excitement. Mr. Wen felt a little sad for his excitement. He sighed and was about to pull up.
As the two juniors left, they saw the resolute-looking Chang Rong suddenly stepping into the battlefield. Following the trajectory of the two men's battle, he observed all the way and soon fell into thinking.
Seeing his performance, Mr. Wen was very comforted. With such young people who are eager to learn and make progress, why worry about the school not being able to prosper?
He regained confidence in his heart and looked at the road ahead, with a glimmer of hope growing stubbornly in his eyes.
"Oh my god, the tea shed, why did the tea shed fall down?" Suddenly the store owner screamed like a slaughtering pig. Everyone looked in response and saw that the lazy store owner finally burst out with his passion and clapped his hands and stamped his feet.
, pointing at the sky and scolding the earth, "God damn you, this bastard who demolishes shops and houses, how can I live like this in the future?"
Everyone was shocked, thinking that the store owner didn't care, but it turned out that he was just a little slow to respond.dd