An autumn wind blew by, making many people feel chilly.
Especially when Su Ping'an said those words, the temperature seemed to drop several degrees.
So murderous!
Everyone was staring closely at the two figures on the stage, their eyes filled with nervousness and anticipation.
On stage.
Su Pingan and Fang Zixu were already at odds.
The former has a tiger-like gaze and a fierce momentum, which makes it clear that "I am not easy to mess with".
The latter's eyes were like those of a wolf, and his aura was sinister and low, as if he were a lone wolf waiting to be hunted, waiting to strike and deliver a fatal blow.
During the confrontation between the two, there were two figures on the tall city gate tower behind them who were also watching this scene quietly.
These two people were none other than Mr. Wen, the county magistrate of Qingyun, and Yan Yan, the first arrester.
Lord Wen, the county magistrate, looked at the two figures on the ring below, his eyes darkened, and asked with a faint smile: "Strict, look at these two people, who do you think will win in the end?"
Yan Yan glanced down, paused and said, "Judging from the superficial strength, Fang Zixu should have a better chance of winning."
Lord Wen pondered and said, "Oh, why?"
"Although both of them are scholars, Fang Zixu has been in the country for half a year, and his accumulation of literary skills must be better than that of Su Ping'an. Moreover, judging from the time they have practiced, Fang Zixu obviously has an advantage. Sometimes when literary cultivation competes, even if
It is a slight advantage, and it will also be the key to determining the final outcome..."
He answered harshly and meticulously.
It can be heard that his analysis is quite fair.
After hearing this, Mr. Wen smiled and said nothing.
During this conversation, the battle in the arena finally began.
boom!
Fang Zixu was eager for revenge, and his literary spirit broke out first.
Powerful literary energy surged out of his body like ocean waves. He waved his hand, and a half-inch-long writing brush appeared in front of him.
The brush is as black as ink, dotted with mountains, rocks, flowers and plants, which is extraordinary. The tip of the brush is steaming with auspicious energy, and the area around the barrel is full of literary spirit. You can tell at a glance that it is not an ordinary thing.
"go!"
Fang Zixu's eyes narrowed, and he shouted loudly. As soon as the literary energy in his hand was activated, the brush in front of him turned into a sharp light, carrying the surging literary energy, and crashed into Su Ping'an.
Su Ping'an's eyes were focused, and his reaction was not slow. He waved his hand, and a purple wolf brush was condensed from the palace. The texture of this wolf brush was like wood and jade, the tip of the brush was like a sword, and the whole body was wrapped with gold lines.
Once the literary spirit is stimulated, the golden pattern comes to life like a golden dragon, adding a bit of strength.
This is exactly the prize he got at the previous Qingyun Literary Meeting, a literary treasure of the literary master's level, a red sandalwood wolf-hair pen.
A good literary treasure usually requires continuous nourishment of the literary spirit of the literary scholar, and also requires constant writing and painting, so that the brush and the literary scholar become one, and the writer becomes one.
Therefore, when necessary, Su Ping'an would use this brush to write books; in his spare time, he would cultivate it in the Wenxin tree to cultivate harmony with himself.
At this moment, as soon as the red sandalwood wolf hair brush came out, the whole body was full of literary energy. In terms of power, it was three points more powerful than Fang Zixu's brush.
Ding!
In the blink of an eye, two brushes hit each other in the air.
A powerful energy burst out, and a muffled thunder sounded in the turbulent void.
Fang Zixu's brush hit in vain and returned backwards.
"Damn it!"
Fang Zixu cursed secretly.
He had forgotten that Su Ping'an had a literary treasure on his body. However, when fighting as a literary cultivator, it still depends on his own strength. The cultural treasure is only an aid.
No matter how good the treasure is, if it falls into the hands of a person who doesn't know how to fight, it will be no different than burning a fire stick.
"Draw the ground as a prison!"
Fang Zixu shouted loudly and waved the brush in his hand.
As he danced, the brush in the air suddenly drew an iron cage in the void, and in an instant, it covered Su Ping'an in the air.
"Um?!"
Su Ping'an was slightly startled when he saw this scene, "What kind of move is this?!"
But then he came to his senses.
This should be the attack and killing technique in Fang Zixu's book.
This is also the first time Su Ping'an has fought against literary cultivators in this world, so he is a little unfamiliar with their fighting methods.
The opponent's technique is a bit like Taoist magical power, which means that he speaks the constitution of heaven and speaks the law accordingly.
After shouting "draw the ground as a prison", the brush was really in the void, using literary spirit as ink, and instantly drew a prison.
This is the first time I’ve seen this method, and it’s quite mysterious!
Compared to Fang Zixu's method, Su Ping'an's attack was much simpler and more direct. He waved the brush in his hand and shouted, "Six Meridians Divine Sword!"
Whoosh whoosh whoosh...
The literary energy surged, and six sharp sword lights shot out from the brush in an instant, and struck the descending cage in the air.
There was a sound of steel breaking.
The iron cage collapsed and dissipated in an instant like cutting tofu under the domineering Six Meridians Divine Sword.
Seeing this scene, Fang Zixu frowned, "How is this possible?!"
At the same time, the ‘Celestial Dragons’ in the audience suddenly became excited.
"Damn it, what did I see? The True Six Meridians Divine Sword!"
"This is Duan Yu's secret skill. It's exactly as written in the book. It's so fierce and domineering!"
"Oh, I really want to learn!"
Book fans are in for a surprise.
They were very excited to see that the secret skills they had learned in novels actually appeared in reality.
Although the methods used by Fang Zixu are also shown in the book, everyone is already familiar with his fighting methods, but this is the first time for everyone to see his 'martial arts' moves.
Especially the comparison between the two.
One is fancy and the other is simple and direct!
No matter how you look at it, I think ‘martial arts’ is more realistic!
When Fang Zixu saw that the two attacks were fruitless, he couldn't help but feel a little impatient.
He shouted loudly and struck again, with frequent attacks. He looked as if he wanted to cut Su Ping'an into pieces with a thousand knives.
"The sky is on fire!"
With a wave of the brush, the pieces of literary energy connected into clouds, suddenly burning, turning into pieces of fire, pouring down from the top of the head.
"Thousands of arrows fired together!"
The turbulent literary energy condensed into arrow feathers, roaring from all directions, like a landslide and tsunami, leaving no room.
"Iron lock across the river!"
More than a dozen thick chains, like coiled dragon lock pillars, surrounded Su Ping'an, restraining him within inches of the ground, unable to move, and the chains became tighter and tighter, as if they wanted to lock him directly to death.
In an instant, three major attacks were launched together.
The murderous intent is overwhelming and dangers are everywhere!
Seeing this scene, the noise of the audience immediately stopped.
Liu Qingxi, who was on the viewing platform, clenched her fists involuntarily and stared at the stage, her eyes full of worry.
On the stage, Su Pingan finally felt a hint of danger.
He took a deep breath, then gathered all his strength and launched his strongest attack without thinking.