"Brother, did the smelly cockroach...did he die inside?" Zhongxia looked at Yu Zun hesitantly and said nervously.
Yu Zun turned to look at Xianxian and said, "Miss Xianxian, do you still remember the painter's wife you mentioned before?"
Xianxian nodded lightly and said quietly: "Master Yu, why do you want to mention Senior Hua Ni?"
Yu Zun sighed: "Do you know what kind of world the Yuncheng I have been in these days is?"
Xianxian looked at Yu Zun doubtfully and said, "Master Yu, please speak."
"If I say that Yuncheng is transformed from the landscape described by an expert, would you believe it?" Yu Zun faintly glanced at the path leading to an unknown place and said quietly.
"Ah? Who has such power? A landscape painting can turn into a world?" Xianxian looked at Yu Zun in astonishment and said in disbelief.
"Just now, do you still remember the thick ink that the sky and the earth turned into? Do you still remember the cracking sound made by the full moon scimitar in my hand when it pierced the space?" Yu Zun looked at the sky brightly and sighed. .
"If you think about it this way, Mr. Yu's guess is true. The mountains, rivers, cities and people were all submerged in the dry ink. I did hear the sound of cracking the silk." Xianxian agreed with a hint of solemnity in his eyes.
"I noticed it before in front of the gallery in Yuncheng. At that time, senior Su Qiu and I promised that we could reach the foggy realm he talked about. Do you still remember it?" Yu Zun said quietly.
"Young Master Yu did say that." Xianxian nodded affirmatively.
"I had already expected at that time that the thick fog was just an illusion. It couldn't be penetrated directly. There must be some mystery. However, I didn't expect that this person would be so creative," Yu Zunzhang sighed.
"Doesn't that mean that the fishing caper, the woman playing the piano, and the sword demon carrying the giant bronze sword on his shoulder are all the works of that person? Could it be that the people in the city are also..." Xianxian It was difficult to hide the horror in his heart, but many signs confirmed that Yu Zun's words were true.
Yu Zun nodded discreetly and took a long breath and said, "If I hadn't heard you mention your painter's wife, I would never have thought so. It's just that this vast world is not what you and I have seen." As simple as that?”
"Master Hua Ni is indeed a master of painting with astonishing skills, but she is far away and I don't know whose hand this ink painting was." Xianxian acquiesced in Yu Zun's judgment.
"But didn't the stinky cockroach lose his life in vain?" Zhongxia said with a hint of sadness: "Although the stinky cockroach has a bad temper, at least he is good-looking, and he also gave his sister a piano score, ugh! Stinky! Cockroach, you died so miserably.”
Yu Zun patted Zhong Xia's forehead and said reproachfully: "Who told you, Senior Su Qiu, that he is dead? He just didn't escape from that ink painting." In fact, Yu Zun felt a little sad in his heart at this moment. He said this, But it was just to comfort Zhong Xia. As for whether Su Qiu was still alive, he couldn't guarantee it.
"Looking back, it's just like Mr. Yu said, how could there be so many zombie-like people in this world, how could the earth and the sky turn into an ink mark, and every plant and tree in the city, But it's also too detailed, just like in a painting!" Xianxian sighed, with a wry smile on his face.
"Ah! Brother, I suddenly remembered the young man you mentioned. Could it be that that young man..." Zhong Xia covered her mouth and hesitated to speak.
Yu Zun smiled helplessly and said: "You are so attentive that you still remember the young man I mentioned before." Then his face became very solemn and said: "If my guess is correct, that young man is probably the one who painted the painting."
"Brother, are you familiar with this boy?" Zhong Xia couldn't help but ask.
Yu Zun glanced at Zhong Xia doubtfully and said nothing for a long time. Zhong Xia also realized that he had talked too much and stuck out the tip of his tongue and said: "Brother, I am just curious. After all, at the top of Lingmao Mountain, all the heroes gathered together. If I met It’s not surprising.”
Yu Zun nodded and said leisurely: "We have spent too much time here. If we rush on foot, I am afraid that the battle situation will be decided before we reach Chechi Country. You two should rest here for a while. I'm going to find some ferocious beasts to take my place."
He pulled himself up and flew to the top of the clouds. A moment later, a dense jungle appeared in front of him. He lowered his body, and just when his feet were about to touch the bottom, he flicked up again. Get up, the young man leaning against the tree is not the young man seen in Yuncheng, who is he?
The young man looked at him with a smile. This young man seemed to be only thirteen or fourteen years old, but his height had not reached his shoulders, but he was by no means as weak as what he saw in front of him.
The young man smiled and said, "What? Are you afraid? Are you afraid that this will be another ink painting by me?"
Yu Zun landed gently on the ground and said, "Oh? Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"
The young man muttered: "I... I have never thought about it like this, what about this world? The person who can kill me may not have been born yet."
"So, now it's time to reveal your true face," Yu Zun snorted coldly.
The young man shook his finger and said faintly: "No! No! No! You are not qualified yet. If you can defeat the sword demon in my novel, I can consider it."
"Then you might as well give it a try." Yu Zun's eyes instantly cooled down, but the fighting spirit in his heart was ignited. The passion and blood eager to fight, like a prairie fire, burned the aloofness in his heart. unyielding.
"Happy." The young man burst out laughing, but this smile was not appropriate for the immature childish face. However, the vicissitudes and desolation accumulated over thousands of years cannot be covered up.
The young man took out an ink pen from his sleeve and flicked it in the air gracefully. A few ink marks immediately dyed the entire world gray. Then he casually tapped the ink pen in the air a few times. A lifelike young man walked slowly out of his pen with heavy steps, and on the young man's shoulders was a huge bronze sword about ten thousand feet long.
"Hiss...hiss...hiss..." There was that hoarse and harsh voice again, the young man's cold eyes were filled with cold stars, and his disdainful eyes were also burning with patches of war. meaning.
"Okay, you two play, I'll watch you play from the sidelines." The young boy's immature voice sounded even more unpleasant to Yu Zun's ears than the sword demon's harsh hiss.
"Do you want to die?" But with those annoying words again, Yu Zun wielded the Heavenly Origin Blade, jumped up, and struck it cleanly on the head.
Clang!
The sky and the earth roared, and the sun and moon seemed to explode. The rustling brilliance seemed to crack after the shocking blow, and the light suddenly dimmed.
At that time, the sword demon's legs were deeply embedded in the ground, and all around him was a sinkhole that looked like a meteorite. For some unknown reason, the scattered rocks and sand seemed to have lost their gravity. , has been suspended in mid-air, rising and falling.
Yu Zun stared at the sword demon with a solemn look in his eyes.
The young man leaning on the tree trunk looked at the two people in the field with interest. He held a handful of dead leaves in his hand and flipped them casually between his lips.
As for the sword demon deep in the rock pit, although his chest was stained with blood, a crazy sneer slowly covered his face. He waved his long arm, and the bronze giant sword in his hand seemed to be his. Like a plaything, it easily escaped from his hands.
At this time, all the huge rocks and sunken trees around him were suspended. The young man leaning against the tree said quietly: "Do you understand now why I gave him a giant bronze sword?"
How could Yu Zun not know that from the moment the Sword Demon appeared in Yuncheng, he had understood that the ten thousand feet long bronze giant sword was just a means to suppress his power.
But so what?
He stood there quietly, looking at the young man with a calm face, and said quietly: "If I defeat you, can you let Senior Su Qiu go?"
"Hahaha, this is the best joke I've ever heard," the boy laughed crazily.
"Unless you kill me, you will never see him again in this life." That eerie sneer reminded Yu Zun of a person - Ling Ma.
Yu Zun's face gradually turned cold. He nodded and said, "I understand."
He put away the Yuantian Blade in his hand, stretched out his arms, and closed them heavily. However, at that moment, the quiet wasteland suddenly burst into sounds of turbulent waves, and the slightly swaying grass, at this moment It was as if it was in the eye of a storm, and it was suddenly uprooted. But strangely, there was no wind blowing around, and the grass seemed to be pulled out by a force of air.
"Senior, if I had used the Heaven-Splitting Technique, I would definitely not have lost to you." Yu Zun looked at the Sword Demon calmly, but he did not make any move, but seemed to be waiting for the Sword Demon's reply.
"I advise you, if you underestimate the Sword Demon, you will be dead." Those sharp and sly smiles echoed in the waves of turbulent waves. It was said to be advice, but it was so harsh.
The Sword Demon's body gradually levitated, as if it was being lifted up by the huge force surging around him. After rising into the air, the burly Sword Demon really looked like a demon. His eyes with flowing cold light, Containing billions of sword lights, he raised his arm and pushed forward.
Yu Zun felt his mind wandering for a while, and the scenery in front of him also became hazy and dark at that moment. And in the misty darkness, there seemed to be a bright light, no! It was not a ray of light, but a piece of ancient bronze sword.
The ancient sword formed a dense forest of swords, but the sword's edge was burning with clouds of ghost flames. The ghost flames were erratic, but always swaying around the edge of the ancient sword. Yu Zun was shocked in his heart and shouted: "Not good", he sighed: "The move used by this sword demon is actually a spiritual attack."
No! It was not a spiritual attack. There was a sudden stabbing pain all over his body, but at that moment, unknown stabbing pains came from the depths of his soul at the same time. He felt that his spirit suddenly became paralyzed, as if He is a battle-hardened soldier who has witnessed the collapse of the battle.
And that kind of trauma.
The world in front of him became increasingly blurry, as if covered with a piece of soaked rice paper. The dense ink stains gradually spread in all directions, and then the ink spots gradually became thicker, leaving only a silent darkness in front of his eyes.
"Is this the end?" Deep in my heart, deep in my soul, in an unknown corner of that desolate world, those swords and swords and bloody storms on the other side, those who are still fighting for their lives even though they are soaked in red blood. Fighting for the blooming flowers, those warriors who are struggling to death, with dull eyes but still shouting hoarsely...
They are all calling for this boy, even if the world is so dim, even if the broken territory no longer has any warmth, even if there is only a dead end in front of them, the flames in their pupils are always burning, and their blood It is always boiling, and there is no boundary between life and death in their eyes. How about death? Leave a name behind you!
boom!
A terrible wave suddenly surged up.
Clang!
A life of iron and blood, fighting with no grace.
