Empress Fairy, Please Respect Yourself, Big Villain Only Wants Salty Fish

Outside the city of heaven.

The color of the sky and the earth changed, the wind and clouds surged, and the power was huge and extraordinary.

Contains a terrifying murderous intent.

As if the ancient demon god revived, sand and stones flew, and trees fell.

The power and influence moved the heavens, shaking the sky!

The bearded man laughed loudly: "If you only have the ability to poison, then die!"

Palace Master Xuanji and Lin Changfeng shook their heads,

Certainly more than that.

How does the poisonous way create the heavenly lake?

How can it be hidden for ten years?

There must be other extraordinary means.

At this time.

Qin Yixian had an extra paintbrush in his hand.

With ease, he drew a golden dragon with extremely fast hand speed.

The dragon is three inches long and looks small.

The rune is flickering, the wind is surging, and the Dao Rhyme is flowing.

The void is filled with cracks, and the chains of order are floating and sinking.

"He still knows how to draw!"

"It's a pity that the gnat may shake the tree, and it's beyond its control!"

The bearded man's fist swelled tenfold, the plasma splashed, the law was affected, and the space seemed to be frozen.

The fist turned black, as if watered by divine iron, Ye Ye glowed, and his blood rolled like a dragon.

Surrounded by blood-colored mist.

There are also purple runes flickering, and Ye Ye is shining brightly, with unparalleled power.

The wind and clouds are raging, and the sky seems to be collapsing.

The earth split open, and abyss-like ravines appeared.

The hurricane roared like a tornado.

At this moment, the gate of the city is closed tightly, the rune of the city moat is shining brightly, and the energy of the treacherous and complicated patterns vibrates, gushing out.

The guard soldiers on the tower were frightened and turned pale with horror.

"Fortunately, this senior appeared, otherwise, once the bearded man enters the city, we will all be finished!"

"My lord, what should I do now?"

The person headed by this group of soldiers is the Heavenly City Lord.

He's already here.

In order to prevent riots and panic in the city, he also asked the guards to block the news of the arrival of the bearded guest.

"I hope Wuying Shenchuang will arrive as soon as possible."

The Heavenly City Lord looked worried and worried, and shook his head helplessly.

"The bearded man is too strong, it's not a battle we can join in!"

pity.

The Heavenly City Lord did not know.

The Wuying he said will not come, and has been stopped by Palace Master Xuanji.

suddenly.

The expressions of the heavenly city lord and many guarding soldiers changed suddenly.

Even the master and apprentice of Xuanji Palace were shocked.

Wuying was shocked and said: "It's actually a painting saint!"

"In the world, there is only Mr. Wu who can show such power with the way of painting, right?"

"Unexpectedly, the creator of the miracle of Tianshang Lake is actually a saint in the painting not weaker than Mr. Wu!"

Everyone was amazed, their hearts were overwhelmed, and a stormy sea was set off.

In today's Kyushu world, there are not many wizards who have become Taoists through painting.

And it is even rarer to be able to enter the house with the way of painting.

As for the top of the Dao of Painting, who can be called a saint, there is only one person in Kyushu.

It is Sect, the number one painter in the world, the contemporary owner of Wu Dao Pavilion, Wu Zhengyang.

Wu Zhengyang likes to travel around the world, leaving amazing paintings everywhere.

Every painting is priceless, hard to find, and priceless.

Numerous painting lovers flock to it.

Regard Wu Zhengyang as a god Saint!

The name of the saint of painting resounds throughout Kyushu, and his prestige is extremely high. Everyone knows and respects him.

Many strong people have seen the master of painting make a move, using the supreme painting method to suppress the evil beasts and evil spirits.

For example, the Celestial City Lord present, Wuying, the master and apprentice of Xuanji Palace, and even the bearded guest.

They have all seen the holy method in the painting with their own eyes, and know the depth of the painting saint's strength.

Only Wu Zhengyang can achieve the world-shocking power of painting.

But now.

Everyone looked at Qin Yixian in surprise.

Because the power of his paintings is not weaker than Wu Zhengyang, even stronger!

I saw the three-inch dragon drawn by Qin Yixian suddenly become a thousand times bigger.

The dragon's eyes are majestic and majestic, awe-inspiring the might of the vast dragon, just like the might of heaven.

Stirring the heavens, shaking the heaven and the earth, it seems that the universe is overturned, and the galaxy is rewinding.

The void is distorted, and there are terrifying visions of mountains and seas annihilated, stars exploding, and everything dying.

Golden lotus springs up from the ground, flowers fall from the sky, Purple Qi is thirty thousand miles from the East.

The endless murderous energy is like a volcanic eruption, shaking the world.

Roar!

The golden painted dragon spewed out a mouthful of white dragon's breath that carried terrifying power.

Piercing through the void in front of him, leaving a tear-like white mark, surrounded by dense spider web-like fragments.

The dragon's breath was like a cloud-piercing arrow, containing the power of Gonggong smashing Buzhou Mountain, and blasted towards the bearded guest.

"Well done!"

The bearded man's fist has grown a thousand times, and its power is even stronger.

Shrouding the Heavens covered the sun, just like a giant spirit god in the world, with the power to destroy the heaven and the earth.

"Hahaha!" The bearded man laughed uncontrollably, lost in complacency.

The ability of a painting saint is indeed very strong, but it is not enough to make the bearded man afraid.

Because the strength of the bearded man has surpassed Wu Zhengyang, the saint of painting!

Painting saint!

Although it is called holy, it only refers to painting.

It is inappropriate to use painting to fight, lest some rabbits take mice.

In this world, it is impossible to prove the pinnacle of Dao by drawing Dao from other sects, and it is difficult to overlook the world with combat strength!

The name of a painter lies in his painting, not his strength.

In the same Realm, the combat effectiveness of Dao masters is not good.

Even be defeated by the Practitioner fighting across the border.

Wu Zhengyang, the saint of painting, is very powerful, stronger than 99.9% of Practitioners in the world.

But the bearded man is among the 0.1% strong.

boom!

The void around the fist shattered inch by inch like a mirror, and laws surged.

Thunderclouds and storms entwine, and bloody mist rises.

The bearded man punched the dragon's breath violently.

Rumble.

The next moment.

Two completely different forces collided violently.

Like mountains and rivers exploding, Stars crumbling.

Unparalleled power gushes out.

Like a tsunami, the power of an erupting wave swayed in all directions.

The boiling impact waves rolled like a tsunami.

The sound of the explosion shook the universe and pierced the sky.

"So strong! This is the power of Saint? It's like the end of the world!"

The heavenly city lord has already activated the moat formation.

Isolate all movement and power fluctuations from the outside world.

Make it impossible for people in the city to notice.

"If that punch hits me, then I will definitely die."

Shocked and terrified, the Heavenly City Lord took three steps back, his forehead was sweating, and his back felt cold.

At the same time, I felt uneasy, worried about Qin Yixian.

"Hahaha, happy, very strong! I didn't expect the power of the painting saint to be so good."

"As expected of the Saint in the painting, I once regretted not being able to play against Wu Zhengyang, but..."

"You are dead!"

After the power dissipated, the bearded man remained unscathed.

But the golden dragon painted by Qin Yixian has disappeared.

It seems to be broken up by the bearded guest.

Qin Yixian's expression became even paler, almost retreated in the void, his eyelids trembling.

But his eyes were indifferent, and he stood with his hands behind his back, standing still, like a tall and straight mountain that soared into the sky.

"Ahem!"

However, in the next instant, Qin Yixian hunched over and deliberately coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood.

Show the enemy weak!

It's not all outfits either!

He wasted a lot just now, and his injuries added to his injuries.

At this time, his consciousness is somewhat blurred and his soul is weak.

But Qin Yixian didn't panic at all.

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He already wanted to die!

Life and death have long been ignored.

Fear nothing!