The surging flames and aura were like meteors from the sky, carrying an unparalleled force and cutting a path directly through the group of white eagles.
Wherever it passed, the white eagles exploded, but the force was unstoppable, like a broken bamboo, and created an astonishing wave on the lake, which headed towards Sun Jiufang.
"ah……"
When Sun Jiufang saw the astonishing flames and felt the terrifying power, his expression changed and he subconsciously controlled the tiger in front of him to block it.
boom!
There was an explosion.
The earth shook and the mountains shook, and the entire Dongping Lake boiled.
Even the people on the shore felt the ground beneath their feet shake violently, and then they saw a huge pit appear on the lake, revealing the mud at the bottom of the lake, and the surrounding water was like a wave, forming a
A five-meter-high wave roared towards the shore.
"Run!"
Someone in the crowd screamed first, and then the crowd fled in all directions.
By the time the wave reached the shore, some ordinary people had already withdrawn dozens of meters away, and there was only a circle of literary cultivators left on the shore. They all used their literary energy to resist it, thus preventing themselves from becoming drowned rats.
After all the storm subsided, everyone looked into the lake again and couldn't help but be horrified.
I saw that Dongping Lake, which was originally sparkling with blue waves, suddenly turned into a shallow puddle, and some big fish could even be vaguely seen struggling and tumbling at the bottom of the lake.
The power of one blow is so terrifying!
"Is this the power of the 'Flame Devouring Wave Ruler'? This is too powerful!"
"Oh, I feel so hot for no reason, I really want to learn!"
"This is the move of 'Dou Po', it's so cool!"
The book fans on the shore were a little excited for a while.
The extinction in the book was actually used by someone. The feeling of watching it live gave them an inexplicable feeling of traveling into the book.
At this moment, in the lake, Su Ping'an was seen standing in the middle of the lake, with long hair flying, flames surrounding his body, and an astonishing momentum, like a god of war.
On the other side, the colorful tiger in front of Sun Jiufang had long since disappeared. Only a wisp of paper scraps was left burning in the void, and then fell down one after another and turned into ashes.
Click!
In the void, the scroll that originally showed two tigers fighting suddenly appeared like a crack in a broken mirror. Then the cracks continued to spread from the scroll to the scroll. Finally, with a crash, everything melted into ashes and burned.
.
"This...gold-level scroll was completely destroyed by Su Sheng Xiao Meng's blow?"
Seeing this scene, the remaining literary cultivators around him were all horrified.
The gold-level scroll is a cultural treasure comparable to the literary master's level. It is self-evidently precious. The key is that the quality is also quite strong. But in the battle just now, the scroll was directly smashed by Su Ping'an, completely
destroyed.
How terrifying was the power of the blow just now!
Meng Erhu's eyes widened in disbelief, and he said in surprise: "This is impossible!"
puff!
In the center of Dongping Lake, on the floating bridge.
Sun Jiufang immediately spat out a mouthful of blood, and his face instantly turned pale.
He also stared at Su Pingan in disbelief. He did not expect that the other party's strength would be so powerful, far beyond his imagination.
The picture of two tigers fighting was painted by him himself and was connected to his Qi, so the painting was destroyed and he suffered a lot of damage.
"He is only a fifth-level scholar. How could he destroy my painting?!"
Sun Jiufang was filled with grief and anger, with endless anger and doubt flashing in his eyes.
A painting of gold-level quality had cost him a lot of effort and energy, but now it was destroyed all at once. The literary cultivator next to him felt heartbroken just looking at it.
Opposite me, Su Ping'an heard Sun Jiufang's doubts. He showed a rare seriousness on his face and said: "There is nothing impossible. I can destroy your painting. This only shows that I am strong enough!!!"
"
If this sentence had been said at any other time, people might have thought it was a joke.
A person who is in the fifth level of scribes actually says that he is strong enough in front of the seventh level of scribes. This is simply a fantasy.
But now that Su Ping'an said it, everyone had an unquestionable feeling.
Because he has proven himself with actions.
But it's no wonder that it's hard for everyone to understand that Su Ping'an's blow just now was his full blow.
'Flame Splitting Wave Ruler' is not only Xiao Yan's secret skill in 'Dou Po', it is very powerful in itself. Coupled with Su Ping'an's full attack, the two Taoist charms of 'Fantasy' and 'Martial Arts' in the body are added.
, this made Su Pingan's blow possess the power to destroy everything.
How can ordinary people resist the power of heaven, not to mention that it is just a painting.
With that blow just now, Su Ping'an has shown his true power, and he is enough to threaten Sun Jiufang, who is in the seventh realm of scribes.
This result is even more incredible.
The fifth realm of scribes can actually challenge the seventh realm of scribes and still have the upper hand. It is really incredible.
"Okay, very good... I thought it would be a bit boring to defeat you like this before. But now, you are enough for me to fight with all my strength!"
Sun Jiufang stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and then he straightened up on the pontoon again.
In an instant, his whole demeanor changed.
He became cold and decisive, like a sword, sharp and murderous.
There was a crash...
His whole body was shocked, and then a ray of light instantly disappeared into the picture of a hundred birds fighting an eagle floating in the air.
Whoosh!
In an instant, the giant eagle in the painting came to life.
唳~~~
An eagle's cry first resounded through the void, and then a strong wind blew, roaring into a roll.
The huge eagle head was like a small building, domineeringly breaking into everyone's field of vision.
The sharp eagle's beak is like a spear, emitting a cold light; the sharp eagle's eyes are like a sword, which can hurt people's eyes.
It is like a beast emerging from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, bringing a powerful oppressive force to people.
And this pressure has already surpassed the power that the Seventh Realm of Scribes should have.
"Literary Master Realm!"
Someone in the crowd exclaimed.
In his rage, Sun Jiufang poured all his literary energy into the painting in front of him. Therefore, at this moment, the strength of the goshawk in the painting suddenly surged to its peak, and its power reached the level that the gold-level painting could withstand.
The limit, the realm of literary masters!
Obviously, Goshawk at this time has already reached the level of literary master.
In other words, it is now a leader-level monster!
And after all the goshawks appeared from the painting, the huge body suddenly rose to more than ten meters. With its wings spread out, it covered the sky and the sun, and the huge demonic energy was overwhelming, as if it was going to crush it.
The sky.
This is the horror of painting and literary cultivation.