After seeing what was painted in the painting, Su Ping'an's expression changed, and he hurriedly spread his wings and immediately took off into the sky.
There was a crash...
As Su Pingan just took off, the mountains in the painting immediately appeared in front of him, and at the same time, a river roared out and crashed directly into the place where Su Pingan had just appeared.
If he had been a little later, he would have been either shaken to death by the mountain or washed to death by the water.
"Hmph, do you think I wouldn't think of protecting myself? As a painter, I know where my shortcomings are better than you, so I have already prepared all the means of defense. Susheng Xiaomeng,
You have no chance of beating me!"
Then Sun Jiufang's voice came again.
And the landscape that had just appeared was retracted in an instant.
But Sun Jiufang's movements did not stop.
As he said himself, as a painter and literary cultivator, he naturally knew that he was not good at fighting and could only rely on the objects in the paintings to fight.
So he had already made all preparations.
With a wave of his hand, he opened the other three scrolls floating in front of him at once.
And all the objects painted on those three paintings are for viewing.
A picture of a temple in winter;
A picture of a large bell on a solitary mountain;
There is also a picture of a seven-story iron tower with inscriptions carved on it, which is very extraordinary.
These three paintings are the same as the landscape painting just now. They are all ornamental paintings and the quality is not high. There are two silver scrolls and two bronze scrolls.
Although it is not as good as the picture of a hundred birds fighting an eagle or the picture of two tigers fighting, if it is embodied as a defense, it is just right.
Sun Jiufang directly surrounded himself with the four paintings, defending himself as tightly as an iron barrel, not giving Su Pingan any chance to hurt him.
"This time, let's see how you can beat me!"
After Sun Jiufang finished everything, he could not help but stand on the pontoon with his head held high and his chest high, full of confidence.
It seems like he has stabilized this game!
"Hiss... this guy is too stupid. It's not enough to prepare two gold-quality fighting pictures. He also prepared so many defensive pictures. How can he fight?!"
When the retreating wolves and dogs saw this fighting situation, they couldn't help but grinned and started to complain.
Even the little fox Feng Xiaomian frowned slightly, which showed that the current situation was indeed very difficult.
Su Pingan's heart ached when he saw it, "Damn it, this painting and literary cultivator is just cheating, why is it so difficult to deal with!"
Before this, Su Pingan had never taken painting, Taoism, and literary cultivation seriously.
He always feels that among the four arts of music, chess, calligraphy and painting, the strongest is calligraphy, because there are many techniques, tools and methods that can be realized.
Second should be Qindao.
Because he has seen Liu Qingxi's moves, playing the piano to confuse people's minds, and the stronger Qin Dao Wenxiu, the music can transform and kill people, it is comparable to the six-fingered piano demon.
The last thing should be the way of painting and the way of chess.
But he didn't expect that now that he was actually fighting against a master of painting and literature, he realized how powerful painting was. This method was simply unparalleled.
"If I had known that Hua Dao was like this in battle, I should have drawn something powerful. Scratch!"
Su Ping'an really regrets it now.
But now that he was in the midst of a battle, it was useless for him to regret it.
Sun Jiufang had already manifested the tower, and then hid in the tower himself, as cowardly as a turtle. There was no way Su Pingan could kill him in a short time.
And when he had a toothache, the goshawk behind him had already attacked again. Its long beak was like a spear, and it pecked Su Pingan.
laugh……
The beak of the bird was so sharp that it even made a sound of wind and thunder when it pecked it down.
If you were pecked by this bird's beak, I'm afraid it wouldn't be any easier than being stabbed by a real shot.
Seeing that it was too late to escape, Su Pingan had no choice but to wave his hand and block the Xuan Zhong ruler in front of him.
when!
Just listen to a clang!
The goshawk's sharp beak directly pierced the Xuanzhong ruler, and a huge shock was heard. Su Ping'an felt that his arms were numb.
What's even more terrifying is that under the impact of the huge force of the bird's beak, the Xuanzhong Ruler in his hand gradually became overwhelmed. This was originally manifested by him, and it was all supported by Wen Qi, so naturally it couldn't stop the bird.
The power of the mouth.
Then, cracks gradually appeared on the body of the ruler, and finally it shattered with a click.
laugh!
The moment the ruler shattered, Su Ping'an immediately dodged to the side, but because he dodged slowly, his arm was rubbed by the sharp bird's beak, and a wound immediately appeared on his arm, with blood flying. "Ah, he is injured.
Got it!"
Seeing Su Ping'an bleeding, Liu Qingxi on the bank couldn't help but scream.
Meng Erhu shouted excitedly from the side, "Yes, that's it, peck him to death and don't give him a chance to breathe!"
This battle has been going on for a long time, and more and more people are watching around Dongping Lake.
When many new arrivals saw the situation in the lake, they couldn't help but feel horrified.
The lake has been drained, is this still a normal challenge?!
This is a life and death duel!
Others were horrified by the intensity of this battle.
Daming Mansion has not seen such a duel for many years. Without the threat of demon cultivators, all literary cultivators would resolve their grievances through literary battles.
Even if there are irresolvable conflicts, the best they can do is to discuss matters by force.
But no one has ever fought like this, it's a life and death battle!
In contrast to the different thoughts of the surrounding audience, Su Ping'an and Sun Jiufang in the audience did not think too much because they were too involved and serious.
Sun Jiufang hid in the tower, controlling the goshawk with his mind to chase Su Ping'an, and kept attacking. The beak, sharp claws, and wings were all weapons. With a strength comparable to the scribe realm, every attack of the goshawk was comparable to that of a scribe.
It is called the destruction of heaven and earth.
That power is simply not something Su Pingan can fight head-on!
During several attempts to dodge, Su Ping'an was hit several more times, leaving traces of the goshawk's claws on his chest and back, and the situation was full of danger for a while.
However, Su Ping'an's eyes were firm, calm and steady. While dodging the giant eagle behind him, flames suddenly condensed in his palms again.
But the difference this time is that the flames surging between his hands are of different colors.
The left hand is a green flame, the temperature is so intense that it distorts the void. It is the fire at the heart of the Qinglian Earth.
The right hand is a forest-white flame. Not only is it not blazing, it actually gives people a cold feeling. It is the Bone Spirit Cold Fire!
The flames in both hands gradually began to merge in Su Ping'an's hands, and then expanded, and the powerful energy caused the void to vibrate.
Among the people on the shore, there were book fans who were familiar with "Dou Po" and couldn't help but screamed when they saw the movements in Su Ping'an's hands.
"Oh my god, what is he going to do? Does he want to use the special fire fusion skill in the book, Buddha's Wrath Fire Lotus?!"