Before the battle between Lang Yigou and Black Tiger ended, the battle between Su Ping'an on the other side gradually entered a fierce stage.
"Baji collapse!"
"Heaven and earth are infinite, and the universe is borrowed from the law!"
"Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms!"
Boom boom boom...
Su Ping'an's figure was like a ghost, shining everywhere on the lake. Every time he appeared, new skills were used, which dazzled people for a while and made Sun Jiufang a little tired to deal with it.
The audience on the shore suddenly went crazy watching it.
"I'm going, look quickly, Baji Beng, that's a move from 'Dou Po'!"
"Heaven and Earth are infinite...isn't this the spell of the bearded Yan Chixia?!"
"Damn it, these are the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. It's so powerful, I really want to learn it!"
"Susheng Xiaomeng Niubi!"
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Under Su Ping'an's constant consumption, the colorful tiger's size shrank by a large margin in a short period of time, and its attack power became weaker and weaker.
Sun Jiufang soon realized this, but he sneered and said: "It's a good idea to consume me by consuming the power of physical objects, but do you think I can't deal with you if you are like this?!
"
Sun Jiufang stood tall on the floating bridge. In front of him, there were five other scrolls floating.
He waved his hand, and one of the scrolls slowly flew out, then rose into the sky, and the paper slowly unfolded.
When everyone looked up, they saw a picture of a hundred birds fighting an eagle.
On the scroll, a huge goshawk spreads its wings and dominates the sky. Its wings alone take up most of the picture.
The goshawk's eyes are extremely sharp, its feathers are as strong as steel, its claws are as sharp as knives, and it shines with a cold light. Just from looking at the painting, one can feel a compelling aura and pressure.
And around the goshawk, there are white eagles all over the sky. Although they are less than one-tenth the size of the goshawk, they are densely packed and connected into a net, completely surrounding the goshawk.
The result of victory or defeat cannot be seen on the scroll, but the falling feathers of various colors can make people feel the fierceness and tense atmosphere of the battle.
More importantly, this painting is the same as the previous tiger fighting painting, and it also has a golden scroll, which shows that it is also a gold-grade work.
"It's another gold-level painting. How many such paintings does Sun Jiufang have? If his remaining paintings are of this level, then Su Sheng Xiaomeng may really be unable to bear it!
" "It's too powerful. It's not as convenient as the work of calligraphy and painting to be praised as that of calligraphy and literature. Therefore, if you want to accumulate literary power, you need to constantly change places and exhibit everywhere, which requires more time and energy. But this Sun Jiufang actually suddenly
He took out two gold-quality fighting pictures, which fully shows his talent and hard work on his journey to painting!"
"As expected of a student of Daming Mansion Wen Palace, this level of strength is truly terrifying!"
As the saying goes, don't be afraid of high talent, be afraid of diligent study.
People who are talented and hard-working are even more terrifying!
Obviously, Sun Jiufang is such a person!
Meng Erhu finally heard someone praising his senior brother next to him. He couldn't help but puff up his chest and finally showed a trace of pride. He said proudly: "That's right, even if my senior brother is in the Wen Palace of Daming Mansion, he is still above the level of painting."
The most outstanding ones, in terms of reputation and cultivation, are only below that girl from the Bai family. No matter how good Su Sheng Xiaomeng is in calligraphy, he can't compare to my senior brother, and he will eventually be defeated today.
It’s in the hands of my senior brother!”
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On the lake, Su Ping'an saw Sun Jiufang take out another gold-quality fighting picture, and the corners of his eyes couldn't help shaking, "There's more?!"
In the meantime, Sun Jiufang had already injected literary spirit into it, and then with a wave of his brush, a layer of strange light appeared on the scroll, and then white eagles rushed out of the scroll.
"I don't believe that no matter how fast you are, you can still go faster than these white eagles. I have blocked your entire route. Let's see how you can hide!"
Sun Jiufang took action.
With a wave of his hand, he controlled a group of white eagles, like a big net, and surrounded Su Pingan from the sky with a roar.
Those white eagles don't look big in the painting, but when they are realized, they are each one meter in size, and their claws and momentum are no weaker than those of the goshawks in the painting.
Otherwise, they would not dare to fight against the sky overlord.
Swarms of white eagles cover the sky and the sun, roaring towards us with a murderous intent!
Seeing this situation, Su Pingan's heart couldn't stop beating hard.
This is the body’s early warning of an approaching crisis!
This time, he was still able to dodge compared to the tiger. Now facing the overwhelming white eagle, even his "fighting energy transformed into wings" was of no help.
After all, the sky belongs to these white eagles.
However, although Su Pingan felt that it was difficult, he did not want to sit still and wait for death. He immediately spread out his body and ran wildly on the lake. Whoosh!
There was a sharp sound, and a white eagle was the first to kill it.
"Six Meridians Divine Sword!"
Su Ping'an shot out a sword light without thinking.
boom!
The white eagle was blown to pieces on the spot, and then its literary energy dissipated into the void.
But then, a large group of white eagles appeared behind them, which almost gave people trypophobia.
Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms!
Tianshan Liuyang Palm!
Diamond Finger!
Su Ping'an kept taking action, using his special skills in close combat, and killed the white eagles that fell around him one by one. However, there were too many white eagles. When he took action, his body was slow, and he was soon trapped in the white eagles.
surrounded by.
Hee hee hee…
In an instant, Su Pingan's body was scratched with more than a dozen wounds by the eagle's claws. His clothes were torn to pieces, and there was even blood oozing from the torn places.
What was even more terrifying was that in just the blink of an eye, all the white eagles in the sky suddenly surrounded Su Ping'an, and in an instant they surrounded Su Ping'an so tightly that not even a shadow could be seen.
This astonishing scene made everyone on the shore around them stare wide-eyed and speechless for a moment.
Could Su Sheng’s little dream be over like this?!
"How is he? Is he really..."
Liu Qingxi also clenched her fists nervously, looking at the overwhelming white eagles on the lake, her face was filled with despair.
Just when everyone thought that Su Ping'an was going to lose, or even be beaten to death by the white eagle, suddenly, there was an explosion on the lake.
Immediately afterwards, a powerful and blazing wave of fire suddenly erupted like a volcano, directly shaking away the overwhelming white eagles.
Everyone was shocked, and then looked around hurriedly, and saw Su Ping'an reappearing on the lake, now a flaming man.
His whole body was burning with cyan flames, surrounding people tightly. Once a white eagle was killed, the overbearing flames would evaporate them into ashes directly through the air due to the high temperature, before they could get close.
And Su Ping'an stood on the lake, holding a huge ruler-shaped weapon in his hand.
He was like a god of fire and as powerful as Shura. He raised his head and suddenly struck out in the direction of Sun Jiufang.