Doomed To Be A King

Genius remembers the address of this site for one second: (Vertex Chinese), the fastest update! No ads! The battle between Yunhong and Ning Haoxuan can no longer be called a battle. It is more appropriate to call it a cultural exhibition.

A written word is elegant and elegant, and a drawing is chic and vivid, which is amazing.

The most important thing is that under this beauty, there are huge murders, countless weapons and handwriting stalemate. It seems that the two armies and thousands of horses are fighting each other. It is difficult to separate the victory and defeat in a short time.

However, this is obviously just temptation!

Whether it is Yun Hong or Ning Haoxuan, they seem to have been agreed upon, and at this moment, the strokes of the pen have become gentle.

Ning Haoxuan's handwriting began to change. He was no longer writing killing characters, but writing sentences. Yunhong no longer painted weapons with simple lines, and the strokes began to become complicated.

The blizzard opened the window, the boulders were thin, and the wild wind rolled wildly!

As Ning Haoxuan's handwriting fell, the otherwise normal sky and earth suddenly became gloomy, and the temperature dropped abruptly. It was only a moment when the sky began to snow!

Hurry!

Among them, there is the cold wind roaring, the wind is like a knife, mixed with boundless coldness, trying to cut everything.

"It's snowing! Wo Ri, it's really snowing!"

"The Shige is the luck of the heaven and the earth. It can change the weather of the world. It is incredible!"

"Cut, what is this? This kid is not enough, it can only affect those around us. If it really becomes a Confucian, then the weather within a country can be changed!"

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Confucianists do not cultivate their original world, dominated by their own world, they can naturally change the climate.

The situation of the people under the ring is still pretty good, only the snowflakes are floating, the temperature has dropped a little, and above the ring, it is visible to the naked eye that it has been covered with a thick layer of white snow, and the sky has fallen more than snowflakes, It's hail!

Papa Papa!

Countless hailstones are like swords, and they are rushing towards Yunhong under the gust of wind!

The snow on the ground, the temperature dropped sharply, and the entire ring has frozen, which can freeze people and affect the action, making it difficult for people to avoid.

"So strong!"

The lethality of this poem has increased countless grades, and countless people have turned their eyes to it. It is no accident that Confucianism and Taoism can become holy places.

Yun Hong's face gradually dignified, and the wind blew his hair around. However, he held the pen in his hand, but it was still.

The brush accelerates flying, and the soft lines are intertwined with each other. These lines are still condensed in the wind and snow, which is very strange.

Roar!

As the last stroke fell, the painting actually moved, and the sky screamed like a fierce beast trapped in a cage for a long time.

The whistle was so loud that there was actually a wave of sound spreading all around, blowing away the hail all over the sky, and the surrounding snow was even stirred into powder.

It was a warcraft with a bull head and a lion body. It had horns on its head. Although the whole body was composed of lines, it still gave people an unmatched feeling. As the last stroke fell, its body was actually fast. Expansion, just three breaths reached the height of five meters, like a hill, blocked in front of Yun Hong.

Not only that, Yun Hong's strokes kept on drawing, and he sketched a flame in front of him. During the shaking of the flame, he began to glow and heat, driving the surrounding cold and melting the ice and snow.

"That... seems to be the magic horn of a flaming lion! Can this thing be drawn?!" Someone in the crowd looked at the behemoth and couldn't help but exclaimed with unparalleled exclamation.

"People who listen to the painting pavilion often go to observe the goal in order to draw the essence, from the inside out, and sometimes in order to achieve the purpose of painting, they can bring it to the first place for decades!"

"That's the magic horn flame lion! Naturally violent, he could not stay with this kind of Warcraft for a long time? How did he survive?!"

"The most rare thing is how he comprehends the rage of the magic horn and the flaming lion? No wonder the ambition of the painting pavilion suddenly became so great that he accepted a demon disciple!"

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Everyone was shocked, looking at the Warcraft one by one, there was a trace of fear in their eyes.

Ambition is directly proportional to strength, whether it is Qianwu Kingdom, painting pavilion or Le pavilion, all geniuses have been born, but in contrast, poetry pavilion, situ family, etc., have gradually declined, and the weak will naturally be affected by the strong Replace.

Roar!

The magic horn flame lion roared back to the sky again, this time, the sound wave was rushing in the direction of Ning Haoxuan!

Wherever he passed, the hail and snowflakes dissipated in an instant, and the original violent wind was actually shocked and flew back, blowing Ning Haoxuan back and taking a few steps, the clothes were wrinkled, flying wildly, even breathing difficult.

Boom!

The magic horn flame lion shocked, and then the earth shook, and the two horns ran towards Ning Haoxuan!

During the running, its body started to blaze with flames, with unstoppable power and heat, as if it could smash everything in front!

The rain hurricane turned sharp, ruining the flower branches.

Ning Haoxuan's pupil shrank suddenly, his face pale, his wrists trembling, this time his handwriting was a little scribbled, and he wrote a poem in an instant~www.wuxiaspot.com~ 嗤嗤嗤嗤!

Mad knife is like a knife, drizzle is like a needle, and it falls on the flaming lion of the magic angle, causing its body to be riddled with holes. However, it still can't stop its footsteps.

Roar!

Accompanied by a roar, the body of the flaming lion of the magic horn was close to Ning Haoxuan, and the cold horns flashed in his horns.

shield!

A shield appeared in front of Ning Haoxuan, but it only delayed the offensive of the flaming lion of the magic horn. Then, he evacuated his entire body and was directly knocked out of the ring!

puff!

A mouthful of blood spewed out of his mouth, his expression faint.

Above the ring, the flaming lion of the magic horn was obviously at the end of the scull. The ink on the whole body began to flow, and the lines gradually became blurred, and disappeared without a moment.

At the same time, Yun Hong's face also lost some blood, and his will is contained in the painting. When the painting is destroyed, his will will naturally be affected.

The comparison between the two was so powerful that everyone was amazed.

Confucianism and Taoism have rarely shot, let alone this level of competition, which directly shows the power of Confucianism and Taoism.

Every stroke has the power of ruining the earth and ruining the earth, but between hands and feet, but without losing grace, judging from the appreciation of the battle, Confucianism and Taoism are obviously more beautiful, really like painting.

"Hahaha, worthy of the paintings of the painting pavilion, it is really powerful!" Huang Fulang laughed and immediately announced: "The first battle, the painting pavilion Yun Hongsheng!"

His announcement made most people wake up like dreams, and their eyes were very complicated. You should know that Shige has always been recognized as Confucianism, Taoism and Yuege.

It seems that with the changes of the times, all forces will be shuffled once, and some old forces in the past will be the primary goal!

(End of this chapter)