I Have An Impenetrable Fortress - Chapter 717

When Mr. Qingling saw Bai Ze Xiaosheng fighting Su Po from a distance, he knew the depth.

Approaching at this moment, he did not dare to neglect, and immediately splashed ink and opened a magnificent picture.

The emptiness of the universe is like a painting paper, allowing Mr. Qingling to smear it.

Su Po and the others seemed to be the people in the painting, and were controlled by Mr. Qingling’s pen.

But Mr. Qingling’s expression was not relaxed, but more serious.

In personal contact, you can better appreciate the edge of the sword.

With a single sword, it is possible to break the picture scroll.

It is entirely up to Bai Ze Xiaosheng to contain the opponent’s sword at this moment, and Mr. Qingling has the upper hand.

The picture scroll is unfolded, the brush and ink are vertical and horizontal, and the Confucian semi-biblical means of heaven and earth are unfolded, and it is necessary to further trap Su Po.

Su Po entered the painting, as if he didn’t realize it.

It seems that he is only concentrating on fighting against Bai Ze Xiaosheng in front of his eyes.

As if to verify his relaxation, suddenly without warning, a fire ignited in the void, sweeping the mountains and rivers of ink and wash that seemed to be real.

The flame actually burned the picture scroll out of a hole.

In the center of the void like a dark void, the flames outline a word:

“burn”

Xiaosheng Bai Ze was the one who was fully focused, struggling to parry the sword edge of Su Po in front of him, completely unable to be distracted and unaware of the changes in the surrounding environment.

As Mr. Qingling’s eyes flashed, his expression became more serious.

He stared at the flaming words in the void, and saw that the fiery red turned to black, and it was still clear and distinct under the dark background of the void of the universe.

Then, the Confucian semi-sage’s gaze shifted to the **** the other side.

The other party is the creator of that word.

“Mr. achieves the holy realm with calligraphy and painting, and has extraordinary attainments. It is indeed close to the Tao, and the students admire it.” Shen Herong spoke calmly.

Mr. Qingling stared at Shen Herong: “Return to the original, you are closer than the old man.”

Shen Herong, who has a long stature and looks like a young girl, bowed his hands as a salute: “Emperor Qi is not a virtuous monarch, why did Mr. follow him?”

“Your Majesty can tolerate a little graffiti.”

Mr. Qingling smiled: “It’s not only the grace of knowing, but also the love of confidant.”

Shen Herong nodded: “With his temperament, it makes sense.”

After Mr. Qingling heard the words, he was silent for a moment before speaking again: “In recent years, there has been some news from Dongfang Cangtian here, and the old man has heard of your reputation.”

“The old gentleman should know our intention.” Shen Herong smiled.

Mr. Qingling shook his head: “Forgive the old man for not being able to help your Excellency.”

At the same time as he spoke, he splashed ink again, and the mountains and rivers were blocked between Bai Ze Xiaosheng and Su Po.

It has been seen that the other two are not easy to match, Mr. Qingling made a decision immediately.

Although he and Bai Ze Xiaosheng are both at the fifteenth realm, and they seem to have an advantage in realm, they may not be the opponents of the pair of brothers and sisters in front of them.

At present, it is best to seek to escape, and to wait for other masters of the Great Qi God Dynasty and even Emperor Qi to come, and then find the place today.

Now continue to entangle, there is no certainty, the consequences are unpredictable.

Bai Ze Xiaosheng also did not continue to fight, while Mr. Qingling helped him clear the siege, and immediately prepared to escape.

Su Po still turned a blind eye to the mountains and rivers in front of him.

The sword stance also remained unchanged, and he continued to slash at Little Saint Bai Ze.

Before his invisible sword fell, the mountains and rivers had already begun to crumble and crumble.

On the top of the mountain, there is a word “broken” printed on it.

Shen Herong pointed his fingers in the air, and words appeared out of nowhere, such as burning a piano and boiling a crane, ruthlessly destroying Mr. Qingling’s paintings.

Seeing this, Little Saint Bai Ze could only reluctantly resist Su Po’s sword edge with his own supernatural powers.

As for escaping, you don’t need to think about it.

Mr. Qingling sighed: “Guo is a genius of the sky.”

At the same time as he opened his mouth, he turned.

The mountains and rivers that the ink and wash had transformed, suddenly seemed to have their own life and wisdom, turned into the **** of mountains and rivers, revealed infinite power, and shredded and removed the ink characters printed on the body.

Seeing this, Shen Herong’s eyes flashed slightly: “Is it a classic meaning? The old gentleman really has the finishing touch.”

Mr. Qingling’s expression was still solemn.

The finishing touch is exactly the classic principles he has learned.

It’s just that he didn’t feel high-spirited at all at the moment.

With the honor of the Confucian semi-sage, and the power of the sky and the latitude, it is still impossible to suppress the girl in front of him.

Both sides are talented and stand up for debate.

At this moment, he can only do it reluctantly and give it his all.

However, above Shen Herong’s head, he saw the bright and splendid curls, seemingly subtle but continuous, without knowing the end, and it was difficult to tell where he was going.

The words written with the brush actually seem to have come to life, and they continue to compete with Mr. Qingling’s paintings.

Mr. Qingling was even more shocked when he saw this.

Shen Herong’s expression was the same as usual: “This is the classic meaning of students, the sea is open to all rivers, please enlighten me sir.”

The heavy entanglement of ink and wash seems to form a huge labyrinth in the void of the universe.

Shen Herong and Mr. Qingling were trapped in it and disappeared.

Outside the maze, Su Po fired several swords in a row.

With the last strike, Little Saint Bai Ze was finally unable to resist.

The horn on the top of his head, which had been broken in half, was completely cut off by Qi Gan.

“Leave your life, don’t act rashly.”

Su Po retracted his sword, stretched out one hand, and pressed it on top of Bai Ze Xiaosheng’s head, so that the other party could no longer move.

He stared at the ink labyrinth in front of him, waited silently, and had no intention of intervening.

Just after a while, Su Po felt something in his heart, and his eyes turned to look into the distance.

There, a sword light and a fire light flashed.

“It seems that before the old Confucian came, he had already contacted him for help.” Su Po understood.

However, he did not intend to avoid it, nor did he urge Shen Herong in the ink labyrinth, but quietly watched the sword light and the fire light come to him.

Su Po’s eyes finally fell on the owner of the sword light.

The visitor looked in his 30s or 40s. He was described as withered and gloomy, like pig iron. Like Su Po, he was empty-handed and did not see his sword.

But his whole body was full of sword energy, and the whole person was like a sharp sword, with a sharp edge.

Su Po was very interested, and asked Little Saint Bai Ze, who was being held by him, “Who is this?”

Before Bai Ze Xiaosheng answered, the man had already opened his mouth: “Bai Yuan.”

He stared at Su Po: “You are not from Southeast Yangtian.

Where are you from

Eastern Heaven?

Are you Su Po? ”

At this moment, Little Saint Bai Ze groaned: “Sword idiot Bai Yuan!”

Hearing this, Su Po nodded slightly, looking at the person who looked like a sword in front of him with interest.

Swordsman Bai Yuan, one of the Eight Pillars of Daqi, is also known as the first master of kendo in the Daqi Dynasty.

Before joining the Qi Dynasty, he was a famous peak swordsman in Yangtian in the southeast.

They are both Daqi Bazhuguo and 15th realm masters, and their strengths are also different.

Bai Yuan has not yet shot, the people just stood there, and the edge is above Mr. Qingling and Bai Ze Xiaosheng.

After the fire next to him stopped, the power was not as strong as Bai Yuan’s.

After Su Po looked at Bai Yuan for a while, he stopped talking, his eyelids drooping slightly.

He turned to look to the other side.

The fire stopped and turned into a human figure.

But before that, Su Po seemed to have seen the big demon Bi Fang.

Bi Fang, the crane-like one-legged, the spirit of flame, is the incarnation of fire, the **** of fire.

However, the person in front of Su Po was not the real Bi Fang.

“The transformation of the magic way is complete, and there is no phase demon?” Su Po asked.

In the Eight Pillars Kingdom of Daqi, there was a Demon Lord Bi Fang who had cultivated in the fifteenth realm of the Demon Dao.

The big man under the flames glanced at Little Saint Bai Ze, who was pressed by Su Po at the bottom of his palm.

One demon and one demon, Mojun Bi Fang and Xiaosheng Bai Ze are both in the Eight Pillars Kingdom of Great Qi, but their relationship has never been harmonious.

But he knew the strength of this demon clan little saint.

Seeing the tragic situation of the other party at this moment, Mojun Bi Fang was more vigilant against Su Po than gloating.

He was alert in his heart and looked at Su Po, but there was no difference on his face. Instead, he smiled: “I am the Heavenly Demon, you are the Sword Master?”

Without waiting for Su Po to answer, Bai Yuan, the “sword idiot”, said coldly:

“he’s mine!”

Su Po heard the words, but shook his head:

“You and I say different things and don’t conspire.”