When Sima Yuntian and Yifeng play against each other. wWw,QUaNbEn-xIAoShUO,CoM
Both of them were lost in thought, Sima Yuntian grasped the chess piece, unable to fall for a long time. The expression in his eyes is full of the meaning of dignified pagoda reading.
Yi Feng also looked at the chessboard very solemnly. For a time, no one can do nothing.
Suddenly, a breath of sadness came from behind.
"Wow!"
Under the fighting platform, there were bursts of exclamation.
The chessboards of Sima Yuntian and Yifeng were so mysterious, so many people were so flustered when they saw it, that most people turned their eyes to Mr. Wen Ruo's paintings.
It has long been rumored that Meng Wenruo's paintings are shocking to the world.
Black and white ink painting, a scene of vicissitudes of life and broken world.
The earth collapsed, countless volcanoes soared up into the sky, mountains and rivers shattered, and rivers and seas flowed backwards.
Countless creatures are running around, and the images of panic and despair make people feel sad for no reason.
Mr. Wen Ruo's paintings are very spiritual, spiritual enough to look at a character in the painting, as if seeing himself running away.
Mr. Wen Ruo didn't use his pen anymore at this moment, but picked up a plate of ink and splashed it on the painting.
"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"...……
A puff of ink entered the picture scroll and immediately took shape. One by one, the dark demons were running through the vicissitudes of life.
"Quack, quack!" "Jiejiejiejie!"
In the painting, there were bursts of evil laughter suddenly.
"Help!"
"Oh my God!"
"God, help!" All rights reserved
"mother!"
"My son!"
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A voice of despair came out of the picture scroll. The hearts of countless cultivators who heard the screams of screams were hairy.
In the picture scroll, the devil is tearing away thousands of creatures and chewing on them with excitement.
The sky is falling, the ground is falling!
Even in the picture, the sun is shattered and the moon is also broken into pieces.
The devil appeared everywhere in the world, appeared in all the places that could be seen. [~]
A huge picture of three feet tall, full of endless suffering!
Mr. Wen Ruo stroked the pen last.
"boom!"
In the realm of the picture, a large amount of black fog suddenly spewed out, and in the black fog, the tower appeared! The net created a dynamic disaster realm.
Like the splendid and wonderful articles not long ago, this painting can also show a dynamic atmosphere.
"Ah quack quack quack!"
The devil roars, swallows the creatures, and the creatures are agile, allowing the cultivator to take over.
"Gluck!"
Some timid cultivators, looking at the screen, trembled all over.
The painting is in the bones of human beings.
This is not a big deal. In the black air picture, suddenly, the creatures and demons inside seemed to see the cultivator under the fighting platform.
"Confucianism? Great scholars, help, save me, save my son!" An abrupt voice sounded from the screen.
Under the fighting platform, countless cultivators were suddenly stunned.
"Quack, quack, there are 70,000 people over there, 70,000 flesh and blood, quack, quack, kill me!" The demons seemed to have seen the person on display, and wanted to rush down.
It seems that the two worlds see each other through only a layer of membrane.
"Help!" "Help me!" "Help my grandson!"...
The creatures inside kept calling for help, and the demon roared to rush out.
However, the two worlds, separated by that layer of membrane, could not come out, they were extremely tragic and extremely tragic. Above the square, it looked like a gust of wind.
Mr. Wen Ruo's paintings were finally revealed to everyone.
"How is it possible, is that true? Can they see us?" Mo Yuxi asked in surprise.
"Creating spirit? No wonder Mr. Wen Ruo is unwilling to paint. It turns out that his painting has reached this stage. The characters in the painting are endowed with simple spirituality, creating a spirit?" Yan Chuan sighed and looked at Mr. Wen Ruo.
The great sadness swept across the square, and the catastrophe infected all the cultivators. One by one looked at Mr. Wenruo's painting in horror and sadness. Some even cried out, watching the disaster of the person in the painting.
Sima Yuntian looked at in surprise: "Chuang Ling? Wen Ruo, you really opened my eyes. In just a few hundred years, you actually reached this level?"
Wenruo dropped the pen, tears slipped in his eyes, and he was obviously infected by his own paintings.
Below, Meng Ziqiu watched in silence.
"Master, your son, really good, just paint one way, I might as well, create a spirit? No one has done this for many generations in Julu Academy!" A great sage exclaimed.
Meng Ziqiu frowned and looked at the stage.
On the stage, Sima Yuntian looked at the chessboard again.
"Mr. Yi, in this game of chess, you can't help me, and I can't help you. If this goes on, it will only drag on for a long time. What if there is a draw?" Sima Yuntian solemnly said.
Yi Feng looked at the chessboard, then at Sima Yuntian, and finally nodded and said, "Okay!"
This game of chess is indeed stiff. Of course, Yifeng deliberately stiffened, because Yifeng knew that he had too little contact with the spiritual world and had seen too few worlds. It was almost impossible to defeat the Sima Yuntian% Tower. So take a step to death! Sima Yuntian was dragged, and it was finally levelled!
draw
Numerous repairers all around cast an unexpected look. But looking at the chessboard on the fighting platform, everyone nodded, and the two players' chess skills were no longer what everyone could evaluate.
Yi Feng walked back to Yanchuan.
"King, draw!" Yi Feng smiled bitterly.
"Good job! Your vision is too narrow. Even so, it can be a tie. No matter how wide your vision is in the future, Sima Yuntian will definitely not be your opponent!" Yan Chuan nodded.
"Yes!" Yi Feng nodded, his eyes full of confidence.
This is the realm of Yifeng. I never think I will lose to anyone, Sima Yuntian, I will definitely defeat him in the future!
When the chess game was tied, Sima Yuntian also looked at Mr. Wen Ruo's painting.
The great sadness swept across the square, and everyone was infected by this painting, so that even after the chess game was over, there was not much discussion around, and they were all immersed in the sad and desperate atmosphere.
Sima Yuntian didn't say much, and walked to his easel.
Grab a pot of ink and pour it on the scroll!
"Boom!"
The painter suddenly appeared in darkness.
Sima Yuntian's brush moved quickly, as if he had already thought about it in his mind, he was drawing quickly and non-stop.
"Boom!"
In Sima Yuntian's paintings, there was a muffled sound, and if Wen Ruo can teach such a genius, his painting power is naturally shocking.
Everyone watched quietly, one stick of incense, two sticks of incense, three sticks of incense, one hour!
Finally, the form of Sima Yuntian's painting was revealed.
There was a black cloud covering the sky, and in the black cloud, thunder was shining, and the thunder and lightning gathered into a thunder-like dragon, shuttled in the black cloud.
"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"...
There were loud noises in the picture scroll, like the sound of thunder, knocking in everyone's hearts, making everyone shocked, and quickly returning from the great sadness and desolation.
"Go!" Sima Yuntian made his last stroke.
"boom!"
In the picture scroll, suddenly blackened into the sky.
The black air soars into the sky, turning into a tower of reading & robbery cloud, the robbery cloud is huge, endless thunder and lightning rolls in the robbery cloud.
"Boom!"
It was as if Tianwei was pressing down, as if it was pressing into everyone's hearts.
"My tribulation, ah, my tribulation!" someone exclaimed.
"No, it's not yours, it's mine, does this painting lead to my catastrophe?"
"Impossible, I have the fourth level of talent, how can I feel the tribulation of heaven?"
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Sounds of horror came from all around.
Thunder will fall
The vast Tianwei? A painting shows the majesty of the sky, oppressive, and makes countless cultivators lose their judgment.
The realm in the painting also seems to be out of the painting.
Although there is no painting of humans and demons, the feeling is the same. It almost breaks through the film and enters the real world.
"Is it another Chuang Ling painting?" Mo Yuxi's expression changed.
At Mencius, the great sages were silent for a while. All smiles bitterly.
Wen Ruo looked at his own paintings, and then at Sima Yuntian's paintings, and sighed slightly: "The teacher's paintings are always so powerful. The students will admire me by suppressing my'last days' with the'celestial calamity'!"
Sima Yuntian shook his head and glanced deeply at Wen Ruo and said: "'Heaven's Tribulation' didn't suppress the'Doomsday'. It was just a court battle. No one completely overwhelmed anyone. My robbery cloud has not disappeared, and your last days have not been lost. Press back into the picture, you and I are a tie!"
Wen Ruo looked at Sima Yuntian, and finally smiled slightly: "Okay!"
"A draw again?" Mo Yuxi frowned.
Yan Chuan nodded and said: "Fighting paintings is like a fight. One side wins the tower, and the illusion created by the other side's paintings will be severely suppressed and returned. Now no one can do anything but a draw!"
"But!" Mo Yuxi frowned.
Yan Chuan shook his head, not worried.
Above the bucket.
"In just a few hundred years, your paintings have been chasing after me. In painting, you are more talented than me! I already know about your expulsion from Julu Academy, and I can only regret you. , I can do nothing!" Sima Yuntian took a deep breath.
"Teacher is interested!" Mr. Wen Ruo smiled slightly.
With that, Mr. Wen Ruo stepped off the platform.
"Master Yan, I can only do this!" Wen Ruo smiled bitterly.
"Enough!" Yan Chuan flashed a trace of confidence.
With that said, Yan Chuan stepped onto the fighting platform alone. Step by step, everyone in the surroundings cast excited eyes.
Yan Chuan, gathered together Wang Su, Wen Ruo, and Yi Feng, all showed shocking literary power. As their leader, what will happen? Yan Chuan is the protagonist in the battle for Fengshen Strategy.
On the platform, Yan Chuan looked at Sima Yuntian with confidence.
Sima Yuntian, one win and two draws!
Yan Chuan, one loss and two draws!
Sima Yuntian cleared up his mood and looked at Yan Chuan frowning.
"Qinqi, calligraphy and calligraphy, you have already lost a round and tied two sentences. Is the last round still meaningful?" Sima Yuntian said solemnly.
"There are'books' left. Whoever laughs last is not sure!" Yan Chuan smiled slightly.
"Books? Haha, I, Sima Yuntian, piano, chess, calligraphy and calligraphy, the best, in fact, only books!" Sima Yuntian sneered.
"I will win!" Yan Chuan smiled.
At this moment, Chen Ping, a disciple of Sima Yuntian, suddenly cried out.
"Joke, Yan Chuan, are you crazy? Qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, four rounds, already like this, you have no chance of winning at all, there is one round left, how can you win? You can't win!" Chen Ping shouted .
Chen Ping called out the voice of everyone, yes, the overall situation has been decided, how did Yan Chuan say such a thing? There is one game left, even if you win, it will only be a draw.
Yan Chuanta read Xiaoshuowang and looked at Chen Ping, and smiled slightly.
Sima Yuntian frowned and looked at the youngest disciple: "Is there any place for you to speak here?"
(To be continued