Too Wild Swallowing Heaven

Chapter 2070

The two fairy kings standing behind Mr. Hua were about to move, preparing to attack Liu Wuxie for the second time.

Everyone didn't understand Liu Wuxie's actions, why they came out for no reason to accuse Mr. Hua of not being a disciple of Hua Sheng.

Even if he is not a disciple of Huasheng, he will not expose it in public, which is equivalent to enmity with Mr. Hua for no reason.

Everyone's eyes fell on Liu Wuxie's face, including the woman in green, wanting to know how Liu Wuxie resolved it.

The two Immortal Kings in front of Mr. Hua approached Liu Wuxie step by step, and they would never hold back this time. The terrifying aura completely enveloped Liu Wuxie.

The other monks around looked like they had nothing to do with themselves, and they all showed gloating smiles.

"Boy, how dare you frame us as disciples of Ghost Master Sect, don't blame us for being cruel and ruthless."

A cloud of blue light appeared in the hand of the Immortal King Realm on the left. This is an extremely powerful palm technique, and those who are hit will be killed instantly.

The woman in green hesitated for a moment, whether she should stop her or not, but finally stopped, because she couldn't see a trace of panic on Liu Wuxie's face.

"It would be great if there was an authentic painting of the painting saint. Every painting of the painting saint contains the spirit of great Confucianism, and he is born to restrain the ghost master's paintings of the ghost master."

Qin Long said at this time.

The sound is not loud, but it can reach everyone's ears.

The saint of painting has disappeared for many years, and the authentic works that have been handed down have all fallen into the hands of those big men.

Everything in the world is born and restrained by each other, and the paintings of saints contain the spirit of righteousness and great Confucianism.

And every painting of Guishimen is full of dark power, and it is painted with ghost aura, and the righteous aura just restrains it.

"Since you are looking for death yourself, you can't blame me."

Murderous intent appeared on Liu Wuxie's face, the surrounding temperature dropped suddenly, and even the surface of Mochou Lake and the mountains were covered with a thin layer of frost.

After finishing speaking, Liu Wuxie made seals with both hands, and strange lines appeared one after another.

The people around looked confused, but a strange look flashed in the eyes of the woman in green.

The two Immortal King Realms who shot at Liu Wuxie froze their bodies, with suspicion in their eyes.

"What is he doing?"

Zhuang Du is a majestic fairyland, even he can't understand what Liu Wuxie wants to do.

I saw lines and lines appearing in front of Liu Wuxie, which were unpredictable, like painting or depicting a fairy talisman.

"This is the method of seven horizontal and seven vertical."

Qin Ting let out an exclamation, from Liu Wuxie's technique, he saw the seven horizontal and seven vertical methods.

As soon as this remark came out, there was an uproar all around.

"What! He actually knows the seven horizontal and seven vertical methods. Could it be that he is the successor of the painting saint?"

Knowing the seven horizontal and seven vertical, there is only one painting saint in today's world.

Since Liu Wuxie understood, there is only one possibility, he is the successor of the painting saint.

Moreover, Liu Wuxie did not need paper to paint with heaven and earth. This kind of profound painting skills amazed everyone.

Ordinary painting skills require painting on paper, and a strong person like a saint of painting does not need to draw paper, but only needs to use the patterns of the sky and the earth to outline a perfect picture.

The eyes of the woman in green standing aside were full of disbelief, and she was obviously stunned by Liu Wuxie's actions.

The portrait in front of Liu Wuxie became clearer and clearer, and traces of terrifying righteousness were gathering here from all directions.

The monks at the edge of Mochou Lake flew up one after another. They stood above Mochou Lake, wanting to see more clearly.

As for the high platform, it was already overcrowded.

"What an exquisite painting technique! It's unbelievable that a picture can be sketched without drawing paper." All kinds of discussions rushed to the surroundings, and the entire platform was full of chaos.

"Compared with him, Mr. Hua's painting skills seem a bit childish!"

There are not many people who know how to paint in the field, but you can still tell the good from the bad.

The painting skills of Hua Gongzi seem relatively dull.

Liu Wuxie's painting skills are full of spirituality, a ray of light, projected from the sky, just completely covers the patterns in front of Liu Wuxie, forming all kinds of strange lights.

"He actually draws the awe-inspiring spirit of heaven and earth to paint, who is this person?"

Many people have doubts about Liu Wuxie's identity. Only a true Confucian can lead to righteousness.

Liu Wuxie is only half a step into the fairyland, how did he do it.

"kill him!"

Sen Han's murderous aura permeated from Mr. Hua's eyes, and he ordered the two Immortal Kings to act quickly to prevent Liu Wuxie from continuing to paint.

The grand righteousness gathered more and more, like a sky, covering the entire Mochou Lake.

That kind of scene was so spectacular that many people saw it for the first time.

The two fairy kings swayed and disappeared in place. The two long swords directly pierced Liu Wuxie's neck, extremely tricky.

Taking advantage of the moment Liu Wuxie was painting, he made a bold move.

Liu Wuxie was silent in her painting skills, and had no extra thoughts to deal with the two of them.

Lu Yan and Lu Da have been summoned.

It was too late, but soon, the woman in green standing on the right side of Liu Wuxie shot again.

"Get back."

There was frost in the eyes of the woman in green, and this time the strike was stronger, and there was a trace of the power of a fairy in the palm.

The two Immortal Kings who shot, like kites with broken strings, slammed into the crowd fiercely, and many monks were knocked to the ground directly.

"Whoever dares to stop him from painting, don't blame me for being rude."

The woman in green was too powerful. Wherever her eyes passed, many people lowered their heads one after another, unable to bear the woman's gaze.

Liu Wuxie glanced at the woman in green from the corner of her eye, curious why he helped her over and over again.

I don't have time to take care of other things, so I speed up the characterization.

Haoran's righteousness became stronger, and he even held up Liu Wuxie's portrait.

With a swipe of the right hand, another line appeared.

An even weirder scene appeared, the outlines could evolve by themselves.

It was just a vertical line, but in the blink of an eye, a mountain peak emerged.

"how can that be."

Feng Qian grabbed his hair fiercely, thinking that he was dreaming that there was such a wonderful way of painting in the world.

As Liu Wuxie's techniques became faster and faster, a brand new picture appeared in front of everyone.

"What a beautiful painting, I seem to be silent in it."

The expression of enjoyment on many people's faces, Liu Wuxie's painting technique subverted their cognition, this is not painting, but a kind of physical beauty.

"Look, Mr. Hua is going to run away."

Everyone's eyes were on Liu Wuxie all the time, no one paid attention to Mr. Hua, but those monks standing on the edge of the lake found out.

"Stop him now."

Qin Long yelled and asked someone to stop Mr. Hua, so as not to let him escape.

If he is really a member of the Ghost Master Sect, he must not be allowed to leave alive.

Ghost masters are extremely cruel and take pleasure in killing people. The blood in the monks killed by them will be drained to make new dyes, which can be described as extremely cruel.

Hundreds of monks stood in front of Mr. Hua and the two immortal kings to prevent them from escaping.

"Mr. Hua, what are you afraid of?"

Qin Long looked at Mr. Hua with a smile. He had followed Mr. Hua and the others for a long time, but he had no chance to expose it. Liu Wuxie's appearance brought a turning point.

Everyone is also curious, if Mr. Hua is really the successor of Hua Sheng, there is no need to be afraid.

"I still have important things to do, so I ask everyone to get out of the way."

Mr. Hua's face was gloomy, and he let the monks who blocked them get out of the way.

"Why do you need to be in such a hurry, Mr. Hua, this painting will be finished soon, and it won't be a while."

Qin Ting said with a smile.

The others nodded one after another and told Mr. Hua to wait a little longer.

Liu Wuxie's drawing speed with both hands accelerated again, and the portraits on the void appeared little by little.

"Mountain map!"

There were bursts of admiration from all around. Liu Wuxie also drew a picture of a mountain peak, which is roughly similar to the picture of a mountain peak drawn by Mr. Hua.

"Strange, why his mountain map looks more real."

Those fairy kings stood together and were whispering.

Without comparison, there is no harm. Liu Wuxie's mountain map is full of spirituality, as if what appeared in front of them was not a painting, but a real mountain.

That artistic conception is indescribable.

The ten paintings of Mr. Hua, which were still in place, suddenly became dim.

"What an exquisite painting technique, this is the real lifelike, ingenious workmanship!"

Zhuang Du took a step forward, wanting to reach out to touch the painting, but was knocked back by a strong air current.

"This painting actually contains the power of heaven and earth."

The sudden appearance of power shocked countless people. Liu Wuxie did not describe it, but gathered the power of heaven and earth together.

Looking carefully, there are seven horizontal and seven vertical phenomena in Liu Wuxie's painting, which is the unique skill of the painter.

"Wonderful! It's really wonderful. From the side, you can see the whole mountain clearly. Not only can you see the front of this painting, you can also see the side and the back, which is incredible."

Many people walked around the painting, looking at it from four directions, and the scenes they saw were different.

This is very scary, unlike painting a portrait of a young master, you can only see the front, because each of his paintings is just very similar, lacking a sense of artistic conception.

Qin Long approached a little bit, stood in front of the portrait, and even cried: "I never expected to see seven horizontal and seven vertical in my lifetime. I will have no regrets in this life."

The woman in green looked at the portrait first, and soon fell on Liu Wuxie's face. She wanted to know how Liu Wuxie understood the seven horizontal and seven vertical methods. Could it be that he is really the successor of the painting saint?

A faint golden light seeped out from the painting and began to spread around.

The monks who were illuminated by the golden light groaned comfortably, which was awe-inspiring.

After receiving the baptism of awe-inspiring aura, the dirt aura in their bodies disappeared rapidly.

"I seem to have broken through."

A Golden Immortal had somehow broken through his cultivation, with a dazed look on his face.

breakthrough

The man suddenly knelt in front of Liu Wuxie and kowtowed three times to Liu Wuxie. He had been stuck in the Golden Fairyland for decades, and he had no hope of breaking through to the Daluo Golden Wonderland in this life. It was Liu Wuxie's painting that changed him. qualifications.

Although the other monks did not break through their cultivation bases, their aptitude has grown a lot.

"Look at these ten paintings by Mr. Hua."

On the left side of Liu Wuxie, there was an exclamation, and everyone's attention was shifted to the ten paintings of Mr. Hua.