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The world is silent, the sound of wind and rain, and the sound of waves, all blended into that picture, and what is constantly changing is the ink-colored people and dragons.
Between movement and quiet, long ink marks were dragged, and the speed was fast to the extreme, and only two powerful and elegant ink marks were going back and forth. They separated at once, getting faster and faster, and finally seemed to be entangled together to form one. The vortex spins rapidly, and the scroll is chaotic.
Everyone was watching this shocking battle, only Chu Danqing only stared at the scroll in front of him, with blood flowing from his wrist, flowing along his fingers to the end of the pen, galloping in the painting.
The green blood turns into ink.
His face gradually paled, and his spirit became more and more vigorous, with a bit of enthusiasm, leaving the world and all things behind, only the painting in front of him.
Gu Yanying also looked back in surprise, then turned around and continued to watch the battle.
I don't know how long it took, there was a "click" suddenly, very slight but very clear, as if it sounded in everyone's heart, breaking the silence between the sea and the sky.
A figure fell from the sky, fell into the sea of ink with a thud, and slowly floated up again. It was Li Qingshan. He closed his eyes tightly, floating motionless on the surface of the sea, with long red hair spreading out, one left leg and one right arm disappeared, and his body was covered with scars, but the wound was not red blood, but black ink.
Gu Yanying breathed a sigh of relief, but turned into a sigh when she reached her mouth.
"The victory is divided!"
"He died in battle?" Si Bao couldn't believe it.
Gu Yanying shook her head, "He won."
Li Qingshan suddenly opened his eyes and looked up at the sky quietly, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Dragon King, you are defeated!"
Before the words fell, the clicking sound became a piece, from a slight to a roar, and the roar resounded through the sea of ink.
The scrolls gradually collapsed, falling into the sea one after another, and there was color between the sky and the earth again, and that was the last afterglow of the setting sun.
All spectators felt a sense of trance, it turned out that the battle lasted for such a short time.
Mo Wuhen appeared again, standing on the sea, only a few feet away from Li Qingshan's head, staring down at him.
"Why, do you want to fight again?" Li Qingshan looked up at him.
Heaven and earth aura poured into his body, and the divine power of the earth gave him endless power. The fire of the phoenix burned, removed the ink color, repaired the injury, and even the broken limbs were reborn in the curl of the flame.
"Qianqiu entering the painting is indeed a very powerful trick, especially above this sea of ink, but it is still no match for my fist." Li Qingshan raised the right fist that was reborn in the flames, and the force of shock really restrained such methods. , The Doomsday Mad Flower Knife made a soft sound, "Well, there are still knives!"
The Mohai Dragon King didn't say a word, and didn't make any moves.
He knew one thing very well, even if he had a whole piece of Mohai as a backing, he could not crush Li Qingshan, he could only support himself for a while, and not be defeated so quickly.
In short, the destructive power of the Mohai Dragon King cannot penetrate the tortoise shell and cowhide to crush Li Qingshan's tiger bones and extinguish the phoenix fire.
"It's strange that you don't have the talent for supernatural powers."
Li Qingshan said that even though Mohai Dragon King has used various methods, none of them are truly talented and supernatural powers, but for the monster race, supernatural powers are the root of everything.
If the Mohai Dragon King has any kind of offensive magical powers that truly condenses and releases the huge power of Mohai, then the outcome is particularly unknown.
But what made him feel strange was that Mo Yu, the former prince of the demon clan of Qingzhou, who was many times weaker than the Mohai Dragon King, could also display his talents and supernatural powers.
"Because I am not a demon." Mohai Dragon King finally said.
"Oh, you turned Mo Yu from a painting into a demon, but still can't help yourself? It's really frustrating to think about it. The guy I have always regarded as a strong enemy turned out to be just a painting, or, Paint the soul!"
Li Qingshan shook his head, suddenly jumped up, and smashed the ink Wuhen with a fist, splashing ink droplets all over the sky.
"However, whether you want to fight or not, if you don't completely defeat you, I won't stop!"
Mo Wuhen's figure condensed in the distant sky again, and slightly nodded to Li Qingshan. If he stopped here, that would be the biggest insult. But knowing that he was invincible, and blindly entangled, it was not his style, the dragon eyes in his eyes disappeared, and they became blank again, and his expression suddenly became a little depressed.
At this time, Chu Danqing completed the final stroke. What he depicted was not the process of the fierce battle, but the scene where the dragon and tiger roared at first, and then the fierce battle seemed to be integrated into the painting, giving people endless imagination.
He showed a pale smile, and his breath weakened to the extreme, before he suddenly realized that the battle had ended. He looked around for the figure of the Mohai Dragon King, and a voice suddenly sounded behind him: "Good painting."
"master!"
Chu Danqing looked back suddenly, Mohai Dragon King was looking at the painting with blank eyes, and exclaimed.
"You have acquired a bit of the essence of the five unique paintings, and then you can slowly practice it by yourself."
"Master, you..." Chu Danqing seemed to feel something.
"I've been out for so long, it's time to go back."
Ink Sea Dragon King said quietly, suddenly with a wave of his big sleeves, the Sea of Ink violently tossed again, and a circle of coastline gradually faded from the ink color, shrinking and condensing towards the center of the sea, and the last drop of ink rose to the sky, suspended in the palm of Mo Sea Dragon King’s palm, and shot into Chu Danqing The dantian, blended into the limbs of the lily, the soul knows the sea, billowing in the blood.
And the sea of ink below showed a azure blue color, eliminating the influence of the remaining five-jue immortals and turning into a blue sea. After doing all this, Mohai Dragon King's figure disappeared with the wind, Chu Danqing stretched out his hand, but only touched the warm sea breeze.
At the same time, in the distant void, on a snow-white painted wall, a Molong gradually appeared, eager to fly, but his eyes were blank, and he suddenly seemed weak and could only be trapped on the wall.
Two figures appeared faintly, one in Tsing Yi and the other in yellow robe.
Huang Paoke asked, "Why do fellow Taoists stop writing, and only paint the dragon without finishing the eye, and lose their charm."
The man in Tsing Yi replied: "Just click it to fly into the sky, let's forget it!"
"Oh, okay, okay."
Huang Paoke has a face of unbelief. People in the practice have worked hard for thousands of years, and it is extremely difficult to ascend to the sky. With this mere painting, it is really nonsense to dare to say what to ascend into the sky.
The people in Tsing Yi looked at the dragon in the painting with a smile.
The sun rises and the moon rises, shining brightly all over.
When Chu Danqing recalled his various experiences over the years, he couldn't help but tears down, wiped it with his sleeves, and the ink marks on the sleeves made him stay for a while.
"Dan Qing, are you all right!"
Li Qingshan came over and asked with concern, only to see that Chu Danqing was covered in pitch black, standing in the dark almost invisible, it was really pitch black, even the whites of his eyes were completely black.
"I… "
Chu Danqing looked at his hands and understood that Mohai Dragon King had used extraordinary means to integrate the power of the entire Mohai into his body. He couldn't help feeling even more sentimental, crying bitterly.
"Hey, don't cry, it's a waste."
Li Qingshan knew that Chu Danqing couldn't control this power at all, let alone digest it.
"Qingshan, does what you promised me still counts?" Chu Danqing wiped away his tears and asked Li Qingshan.
"Of course." Li Qingshan smiled.
"The painting mound is about to open."
"Then I will walk with you!" RS
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