"Boom
In the painting, the black air suddenly soars to the sky.
The black gas soared into the sky and turned into a sky full of robbery clouds. The robbery clouds were huge, and endless thunder and lightning were rolling in the hijacking clouds.
"Boom!"
It's like heaven's pressure, like pressure to everyone's heart.
"My doomsday, ah, my doomsday!" Someone exclaimed.
"No, it's not yours, it's mine. This painting leads to my disaster?"
"No way. My talent level is the fourth. How can I feel the disaster?"
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The sound of horror came from all around.
Will thunder fall?
Great heavenly power? A painting shows the power of heaven and oppresses it, which makes countless practitioners lose their judgment.
The scene in the painting seems to come out of the painting.
Although there is no painting of people and demons, but the feeling is the same, almost can break the film, into the real world.
"Another creative painting?" Mo Yu Xi's face changed.
In the autumn of Mencius, there was a silence among the great sages. One by one, they laughed bitterly.
Wen Ruo looked at his paintings, and then Sima Yuntian's paintings. He sighed slightly: "the teacher's paintings are always so powerful. They admire me for their" doomsday "because of" natural calamity. "
Sima Yuntian shook his head and looked at Wen Ruo deeply: "there is no" doomsday "in" Tianjie ". It's just a matter of fighting against each other. No one has completely defeated anyone. My hijacking cloud has not disappeared, and your last life has not been pressed back into the painting. You and I are in a draw."
Wen Ruo looked at Sima Yuntian and finally said with a smile: "good!"
"Another draw?" Mo Yu Xi frowned.
Yan Chuan nodded his head and said, "if one side wins, the illusion produced by the other side's painting will be severely suppressed. Now, no one can do anything but draw!"
"But Mo Yu Xi frowned.
Yan Chuan shook his head, not worried.
On the platform.
"In just a few hundred years, your paintings have been catching up with me. In one of the paintings, you are more talented than me! I have already known about your expulsion from Julu Academy. I can only feel sorry for you. I can't do anything about it! " Sima Yuntian deeply inhaled the airway.
"The teacher has a heart!" Mr. Wen Ruo smiles.
With that, Mr. Wen Ruo stepped down from the platform.
"Mr. Yan, I can only do this step!" Wen Ruo said with a bitter smile.
"That's enough!" A glimmer of confidence flashed by Yan Chuan.
With that, Yan Chuan stepped on the platform alone. Step by step up, all the people around cast excited eyes.
Yan Chuan, who gathered Wang spider, Wenruo and Yifeng, all showed the power of literature and Taoism. As the leader of them, what would happen? Yan Chuan is the protagonist in the fight for fengshence.
On the platform, Yan Chuan looks at Sima Yuntian with confidence.
Sima Yuntian, one win and two draws!
Yan Chuan, one negative and two even!
Yan Yunchuan frowned and looked at him.
"Qin, Qi, calligraphy and painting, you have lost a game, even two sentences, the last game, is there any meaning?" Sima Yuntian said in a deep voice.
"There are still books left. It's not sure who laughs last!" Yan Chuan smiles.
"Books? Ha ha, Sima Yuntian is good at music, chess, calligraphy and painting. In fact, it's just books Sima Yuntian showed a sneer.
"I will win!" Yan Chuan said with a smile.
At this time, a disciple of Sima Yuntian, Chen Ping suddenly called out.
"Joke, Yan Chuan, are you crazy? Piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, four games, already like this, you have no chance to win, there is still one game left, how do you win? You can't win! " Chen Ping called.
Chen Ping called out everyone's voice. Yes, the overall situation has been decided. How can Yan Chuan say such a thing? There's one game left. Even if you win, it's just a draw.
Yan Chuan looks at Chen Ping and smiles.
Sima Yuntian, however, looked at the youngest disciple with an eyebrow: "do you have the share to speak here?"
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