A snow leopard, in front of everyone, broke through the wind and snow and pounced on the panicked young man on the opposite side...
Little Ling'er under the high platform couldn't help but screamed: "Brother, be careful!"
Ping An, who was on the high platform, turned to look at the snow leopard rushing towards him in the wind and snow, and accidentally fell down on the snow.
Looking at Li Xiuyuan, he shouted: "Brother, that leopard is scaring Ping An!"
Thousands of disciples under the high platform couldn't help but sigh, and some people exclaimed loudly: "Are you going to lose?"
The headmaster in the main hall looked at Sword Master and Yuan Master and sighed, and said softly: "It's not easy to win this game!"
Just when everyone was in chaos in the main hall and in the square under the high platform, Li Xiuyuan, holding the pen like a sword, finally struck down Hu Xuan in front of the table with Ruoshui's sword!
When the pen falls, the sword comes out!
The moment he dropped the first word in the flash of lightning, the last stroke was like a sword, and a sword like water was cut out from the lake, and quickly disappeared into the wind and snow!
"Buzz!" The ears of thousands of monks in the square seemed to hear someone chanting Buddhist scriptures in the wind!
Just as this faint sound of Buddhist sutras sounded, the snow leopard that was already flying in the air and about to pounce in front of Li Xiuyuan paused for a moment in the air!
As if time was as still as a snow leopard in the sky, everyone was stunned for a moment!
In this moment of effort, Li Xiuyuan's second word like a sword has been completed! When the pen is lifted, the sword comes out!
The snow leopard, which had paused for a moment in the air, suddenly regained its freedom. With a roar, it rushed towards Li Xiuyuan in front of him!
Ping An yelled: "Brother!"
Then, just when the snow leopard in the air was about to jump onto the desk in front of Li Xiuyuan, an invisible sword was seen rising above Hu Xuan!
This is Li Xiuyuan's condensed second-level cultivation of the Buddhist formless golden body, the power of the eighth-turn of the divine dragon's body, and the sword power of the third-turn of Phoenix Nirvana!
The Ruoshui sword was struck out in silence!
When the sword comes out, it will cut off the snow!
The sword power that can cut through the wind and snow can also cut down the snow leopard transformed by the wind and snow!
So, under the open eyes of thousands of people, the snow leopard transformed by Ouyang Xia Yun's painting in the Holy Land of Snow suddenly roared in front of the panicked young man wearing a black shirt like night!
Disappeared without a trace!
After the snow leopard in the sky disappeared, the monk with sharp ears heard another faint sound of Buddhist scriptures!
However, the Buddhist scriptures that passed by without a trace disappeared without a trace like the snow leopard in the wind!
As Ouyang Xiayun screamed, the third word written by Li Xiuyuan had already been written!
When the pen is completed, it is the time for the sword to strike!
As if God was willing, a fierce cold wind passed behind Li Xiuyuan, carrying a mountain of wind and snow with an astonishing force, and headed towards Ouyang Xia Yun on the other side of the high platform!
Just when the last sword energy was slashed out, Li Xiuyuan, who wanted to stop writing, couldn't help but draw on the drop of tea stain on the Hu Xuan... ....
And in the eyes of thousands of people, when the snow leopard disappeared in the sky, the boy in black shirt was shocked and started to smear it on his Hu Xuan.
However, while hiding in the biting cold wind, the power of the water-like sword remained unchanged... While everyone was dumbfounded, the table in front of Ouyang Xia Yun was blown up by a sudden cold wind!
In an instant, he flew away with the sudden wind and snow, and finally fell to a corner of the edge of the square dozens of feet away from the high platform!
The Huxuan piece spread out on the table was also cut into pieces by Li Xiuyuan's Ruoshui sword in the fierce wind and snow. They were mixed into the slowly falling snow, and it was difficult to tell which ones were snowflakes and which ones. The broken pieces of Huxuan.
Thousands of monks under the high platform were all shocked. They did not expect that the final result would be like this!
That's a snow leopard that can break free from the shackles of paper and fly in the air!
Ouyang Chongming was dumbfounded for a moment, thinking that God was unfair. The tables and chairs in front of the other boy were safe and sound, so why did the tables and chairs on his side fly into the air?
Not to mention Ouyang Chongming, Ouyang Xuan behind him was also dumbfounded. Despite all the calculations, he could not have anticipated this sudden biting cold wind!
The headmaster was also dumbfounded. In his eyes, it was clearly destined to lose, but it turned around in an instant!
Even Meng Shentong didn't expect that a sudden cold wind would be a great help to his disciple.
Only Nalan Ruoyu chuckled in her heart and said: "This guy really likes to pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger. He has to wait until the last moment and make me anxious to death!"
In her opinion, there was no need for Li Xiuyuan, the third-level Phoenix, to have the pot of spiritual tea brought by Ping An. He was waiting for an opportunity, and he was waiting for an opportunity where no one would notice him.
What made her happy was that her disciple finally found the little guy Ping An.
The peace rushing from the wind was like the last sudden cold wind, blocking the sword force for Li Xiuyuan, making everyone think that the tables and chairs of the Snowfield Holy Land disciples were blown away by the cold wind!
This is her disciple of Nalan Ruoyu. Even if he wins, he still has to cover up his momentum.
Ouyang Xia Yun, who was holding a wolf hair in his hand, saw neither tables, chairs, nor paper and inkstones in front of him.
Looking blankly at Yuan Zun in the main hall, the dazed young man asked blankly: "How...how could this be like this? How is this competition calculated?"
Yuan Zun looked at Meng Shentong and Nalan Ruoyu who were calm in front of him, and he could only smile bitterly with Ouyang Chongming and said: "What else can we do? The pen has been drawn by both sides, and the winner will naturally be decided!"
In an instant, Yuan Zunfei climbed onto the high platform, looked at the people in the hall and said, "Come up and take a look, lest you say my judgment is unfair!"
Swish, swish, swish! There was a sound of clothes dancing.
The elders and sages in the main hall flew up to the high platform one after another, and even Ouyang Chongming and Ouyang Xuan had to fly up to the high platform.
In the eyes of everyone, Ouyang Xiayun had nothing in front of him that could prove his victory in the competition, except for a wolf hair in his hand!
Yaozun, who flew up to the high platform, couldn't help but laugh when he saw the cold fragrance in front of Li Xiuyuan: "Young man is not bad, he also knows how to appreciate the fragrance and appreciate the flowers!"
Turning around and holding Nalan Ruoyu's hand, she couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Nalan Ruoyu was a little confused, but when she came forward and looked down, she couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh.
Looking at the headmaster, Yuan Zun, he said: "While Elder Ouyang is here, Master Yuan Zun can publicize the results of this competition!"
Ouyang Xuan didn't believe it, so he took two steps forward and looked at the table. Just one glance, and he was so angry that he almost spit out a mouthful of blood!
Yuan Zun looked at the frowning Ouyang Chongming and said seriously: "This second competition must have a result, even though the disciples of the Snowfield Holy Land write like gods!"
After a pause and looking at the thousands of monks below, Yuan Zun shook his head gently.
Said: "He is the god of painting, but the snow leopard in the wind has disappeared without a trace in the wind before it can jump onto our table!"
"Right now, the tables, chairs and papers in the Holy Land of Snowfield are all shattered in the cold wind. Not to mention whether it is God's will or not, I still have a pen in my hand and paper and ink on the table. I don't need to say more. Got it!"
Ouyang Chongming was so angry that he almost spit out a mouthful of blood. It was obvious that his side had won the second game, but a sudden cold wind disrupted the situation!
Ouyang Xuan looked at him and said quietly: "There are two competitions in the afternoon, and there is still time for everything!"
In his opinion, so what if he loses three games? As long as you are still here, you can turn things around!
After all, he is the God of Dinghai during this trip to the Snowfield Holy Land.
Needle!
Stepping forward and holding the confused Ouyang Xiayun's hand, Ouyang Xuan sighed and said, "It's not your fault, they are just a little luckier than us!"
After speaking, he took his hand and walked under the high platform, while saying: "See you in the afternoon!"
Li Xiuyuan looked at the backs of the two and sighed. Deep in his heart, he also liked the young man in front of him, but behind him was the Holy Land of Snowfield. He was not allowed to lose in any competition today!
Looking at Ouyang Manxue who was frowning and looking puzzled under the high platform, Li Xiuyuan on the high platform bowed deeply and softly said three words! "
However, Ouyang Manxue had no intention of leaving. Instead, she looked at Chen Xiaoyan who was not far away from her and said, "Senior sister, let's go up and have a look together?"
Upon hearing this, Chen Xiaoyan nodded and said, "Junior sister, please go first!"
After speaking, he took Xiao Ling'er's hand and followed Ouyang Manxue towards the high platform.
At this time, Ouyang Chongming, who was too angry to speak, had already called the disciples of the Snowfield Holy Land to leave, leaving only the unwilling Ouyang Manxue alone in the square.
Even the person involved, Ouyang Xiayun, didn't look to see what Li Xiuyuan had smeared on the paper, which actually made the senior brother so angry that he almost vomited blood.
After the leader announced the result to Yuan Zun, Ouyang Chongming raised a breeze and carried Ping An to Tianshu Hall without raising any objection.
Sword Master looked at Medicine Master and Yuan Master and asked, "How about going to my place for a drink?"
Yaozun glanced at Meng Shentong and knew that there were two more shows waiting for the master and apprentice in the afternoon. He nodded and said, "I'll go to your place for a drink."
Yuan Zun patted Li Xiuyuan on the shoulder, smiled lightly and said, "After four games, I'll go sit at your Zhufeng."
This time, he did not ask Li Xiuyuan to find him, but instead took the initiative to go to Zhufeng to find the young man in front of him.
He didn't believe that the second competition was just God's will!
If God wanted to protect Tianyun Mountain, why didn't he take action before?
Li Xiuyuan was stunned for a moment and before he could reply, Meng Shentong swept up a breeze and headed towards the library.
A voice came from the distant wind: "Jade girl, come here quickly!"
When Nalan Ruoyu heard this, she immediately smiled and said: "What's the hurry? All the wine you have has been drunk. You can only drink tea when you go!" Even so, she still lifted her feet and left the high platform.
As a result, only Ouyang Manxue, Chen Xiaoyan, and Xiao Ling'er were left on the huge high platform.
Little Ling'er, who had long been impatient, flew to Li Xiuyuan's desk. She just lowered her head and looked at the touch of cold fragrance on the paper, but she couldn't help but giggle.
"Brother is so funny. If I had known little Linger, I wouldn't have worried about him."
Chen Xiaoyan looked at the giggling little Ling'er, and couldn't help but walk up quickly, lowering her head to look down at Hu Xuan. Before she could raise her head, a soft cry came from beside her.
"This guy defeated my brother just by relying on his writing style which looks like a plum but not like a plum. Then he lost too unjustly!"
In Ouyang Manxue's eyes, there was a cold plum blooming on an old branch in the snow. If he hadn't thought about the season in front of him, his death would have nothing to do with the cold plum that Lingshuang Aoxue was wearing.
But that touch of old branches, because of the tea stain that Li Xiuyuan sprayed out before, has a somewhat old mood.
However, no one has ever seen someone who painted branches better than winter plums, right?
Chen Xiaoyan covered her mouth and smiled for a moment, then took Ouyang Manxue's hand and said, "There's nothing you can do about it, because your brother's snow leopard disappeared in the wind and snow, and the paper and ink on the table also disappeared with the wind and snow..." ....”
"So, I let you, a senior brother without spiritual veins, take advantage?!"
Ouyang Manxue, who turned around and walked away to the high platform, said bitterly: "It's incredible that a ghost-drawing peach charm can win this second competition!"
