On the small arena below, Qi Wuxue cursed: "These guys are too shameless, and so is Xiao Chen. Why did you agree to him, just give him a good beating!"
The ten judges of the Moon Palace each looked at each other and had their answers.
Yue Bingyun knew in her heart that if Xiao Chen lost this round, no matter what his previous performance was, the judges would not give him the Longmen Mountain card.
"A bright moon shines in the sky, the bridge is broken and the sky is covered with snow. Who knows that my heart is like the moon? Whoever laughs is the one in the painting!"
Just when everyone saw that the arena turned into a painting, and Young Master Qingshu trapped Xiao Chen tightly in the painting, a desolate, cold and aloof poem murmured from Xiao Chen's mouth.
The martial arts hidden in the fan unfolded quietly, and the small bridge and flowing water made the moon appear one by one. With the help of thousands of frosts and snow, the sky fell with white snow, blocking the flowing water and making the moon look even colder.
Everyone suddenly discovered that the painting on the ring suddenly had many more scenery, making the originally slightly elegant picture become colorful, colorful and exciting.
But something even more shocking happened. Xiao Chen, who was clearly trapped in the painting, finished reciting the poem. All of a sudden, he jumped out of the painting and became a person outside the painting. However, Mr. Qingshu, who used the sky and the earth as ink and a fan to paint, became a person in the painting and was trapped in it.
"What's going on, what's going on!"
The people who were shouting to inherit the holy land and immortality stopped, their hearts were shocked, their faces were full of disbelief, they couldn't understand at all.
Why is it that one moment, Xiao Chen is still the person in the painting, and the next moment, Xiao Chen becomes outside the painting, which in turn traps Mr. Qingshu in it.
This made everyone who shouted for the Holy Son to come out and Qinglong defeated feel extremely embarrassed.
In Tianfu, many older Confucian masters saw this scene with unbelievable looks in their eyes.
Outsiders can't understand it. They are the top masters of Confucianism, so how can they not understand it.
The martial arts cultivated by Mr. Qingshu is one of the academy's ten profound martial arts, Jiangshan Ruhua, with a total of four realms. They are painting with a brush, the combination of human and painting, breaking out of the painting, and the most mysterious painting outside the painting.
A rare talent that Qingyuan has seen for hundreds of years, he learned this martial arts at a young age and reached the state of painting with a brush. He can use the sky and the earth as ink and a fan as a brush.
You can even use tricks to enter the second level of the unity of human and painting, making the power of this picturesque landscape even greater.
But who knew that Xiao Chen could see the trick at a glance. His own temperament was not as fresh and bright as the green bamboo, which caused a major flaw in the painting.
And Xiao Chen was like a god. He understood the essence of this move after just one glance. He used a verse that was the same as his own character. Who could laugh at who in the painting was instantly judged.
"This person must know some kind of skill that can imitate other people's martial arts. Otherwise, even if he really sees the essence of this move, he will definitely not be able to jump out of the painting and trap Qingshu in turn."
In the Jade Tower, a certain old man analyzed calmly.
Another person said: "You can't be wrong, otherwise you can't explain why he, a swordsman, knows many weapons and learns them all in a decent manner."
"It takes such a high level of understanding to dare to practice this kind of technique." An old man sighed softly.
Indeed, even if such a technique was placed in front of these Dzogchen quasi-emperors, they would not dare to practice it.
There is no other reason. If you don't have enough understanding, not only will you not be able to increase your strength, but you will get lost in it, making it difficult to make progress, or even your strength will regress.
Above the palace, Yue Bingyun whispered to herself in her heart, saying over and over again, who knew my heart is like the moon.
The moon is lonely and self-admiring, no one can understand it. I have been alone for thousands of years, cold and arrogant, and have a lonely existence. What kind of person can tell this poem and compare myself to the bright moon.
What kind of person could take this into consideration and in turn put the confident young master Qingshu in danger of life and death
In the ring, Young Master Qingshu looked confused. He didn't know what happened. Xiao Chen, who was suppressed by him in front, suddenly appeared. It seemed that there was a barrier that could never be crossed. He could only fly forward in vain, but he was getting further and further away from Xiao Chen.
It was clear that the power of this move, Jiangshan Picturesque, had been pushed to its maximum power by him, but he could only watch Xiao Chen helplessly, drifting away from him, unable to do anything.
Xiao Chen pondered in silence, put the folding fans together in his hands, faced the scroll in front of him, and gently tapped the folding fan on Master Qingshu's chest.
From the perspective of Mr. Qingshu, Xiao Chen, who was far away from him, stretched out his hand to close the distance, leaving him completely defenseless and able to bear the blow heavily.
To outsiders, it seemed that Xiao Chen was just standing outside the painting, tapping the scroll lightly with his pen.
boom!
After spitting out a mouthful of blood, Mr. Qingshu's internal organs split open and his skills backfired. The colorful vision collapsed, the scroll shattered, and the whole person flipped in the air and rolled out of the ring. After landing, a large amount of dust was stirred up, and there was a loud rumbling sound.
After he woke up, he looked at Xiao Chen, who was still spotless on the highest stage and dressed in white. His eyes were filled with confusion, and he pointed his finger at Xiao Chen with astonishment in his eyes: "You, you actually trapped me in the painting, why?" possible… "
Poof, another mouthful of blood spat out. Young Master Qingshu couldn't bear the blow and fainted to death.
Thinking about what he said before, everyone seemed to still be hearing what he said. But despite all his efforts and regardless of his integrity, the legend of Xiao Chen never ended. Instead, he ruined his lifelong reputation with this.
If you want me not to draw my sword, I will not draw my sword. If you want to decide the outcome with one move, I will still do as you wish.
You can make all kinds of calculations and strategies, but I can defeat you with just one move!
A strange silence once again appeared in Mingyue Square, leaving hundreds of thousands of people in silence, and once again appeared in shock at the gathering of heroes.
The savior in the minds of many people still failed to make Xiao Chen draw his sword. He was still defeated by his best weapon, and it was only one move.
Now all the major Immortal Holy Lands, as well as the princes of some hidden families, are no longer enthusiastic. Even if another million people come to call the Holy Land Immortal, they will not go there.
Xiao Chen must show some signs of decline before he can take the stage, otherwise he will fail and lose his reputation in this life.
There was a brief pause in the silent Mingyue Square, and many of the leaders in other small arenas had long lost their interest.
The light was snatched away by one person. They fought brilliantly and no one noticed the use.
But if they want to go to the most watched arena, they don't have the courage. Even the Holy Son failed in one move, so they still dare to go up.
In the jade tower where the Yin Yang Cave is located, a female disciple said with a sweet smile: "Sister, these men don't dare to go up there. You can go up and it will also increase the prestige of our Yin Yang Cave."
"Yes, yes, my sister said that I won't let those stinky men hurt the Azure Dragon King. I must defeat him gently with my own hands."
Tong Susu rolled her eyes at the two girls and laughed and cursed: "Sister, I have never been beaten by a man. If I were really defeated by someone, even if I don't become emperor in five years and only have twenty years to live, my sister's heart will probably be broken." I can’t live without that person.”
In the Zhou Tianxing Palace, both Chu Yang and Fu Hongyao remained silent with complicated expressions. Chu Yang's earlier ambition had long been lost, and he wished he could immediately go on stage and beat Xiao Chen severely.
But his reason told him that this was definitely not the time to show up. It was not worth losing his reputation in the hands of a person with a short lifespan.
The Moon Palace judges had always had the look of being in control on their faces, but also showed a trace of not knowing what to do. The gathering of heroes was actually forced to stop by one person. This joke was really too big.
In the Jade Tower of Ten Thousand Demons Island, Yan Shisan stood up and was about to go on stage, but Di Xinhan stretched out his hand to stop him and said leisurely: "Forget it, Brother Thirteen, I'll do it. After all, this is a grand gathering of heroes in our Heavenly Star Sea."
Yan Shisan looked back and said: "Think clearly, you are asking for defeat. If I go up and let him draw the sword, you will definitely have an extra chance of winning. I have already left the Yan family and don't care about reputation. You are different. There is also the Immortal Holy Land Ten Thousand Demons Island.”
Di Xinhan smiled and said: "Winning or losing is a common thing for military officers. It seems that since my debut, none of my peers have lost a single match in Tianxing Sea. Now it doesn't matter if I lose once."
At the end of his words, Di Xinhan said in a deep voice: "What's more, after all, this is a grand gathering of heroes in our Tianxing Sea, and someone has to stand up. If everyone remains silent, sits on the sidelines, and only wants to benefit, then our generation is really finished. ”
Yan Shisan pondered for a long time, then stopped insisting, took a step back and said: "Take care."