The map of the wilderness of thousands of miles is drawn with thousands of miles of mountains, endless, ink is scattered along the tip of the pen, and the eternal aura of wilderness is revealed. Now, after being activated by the Taoist patterns of the painting, the mountains are drawn, flying one after another, suppressing them at the Nether Knife.

"Is this true!" Someone exclaimed. The mountains were so real that they could even clearly see the grass and trees on it. If this was the case, it would be terrible. The power of writing was unbelievable.

"no!"

An emperor has learned a lot and can see one or two: "It's not true, it's energy gathering, and then it's influenced by the painting's Tao pattern, and it becomes real. This mountain does not have the real weight of the mountain, but the force that bombards is even more terrifying than a real mountain."

"A painting is a magical power. If Wu Zidao...if he is prepared, his combat power will probably not be weaker than his master... maybe he is stronger."

This is definitely not a random saying. Just looking at the first painting, the wilderness map of the Thousand Miles, the power produced by the bombardment was enough to make a monk in the Tribulation Period rush. It was also the power of the Nether Knife, as if he was still moving, he would shatter all the mountains with the Black Knife of Death.

But this is just a painting. Wu Zidao came with preparation, so how could he be ruthless? As the pen tip was stirred, another painting was activated.

The red flame map of Ten Thousand Miles surged, turning into a scorching sun, and rolling flames rushed in. This was the inspiration he had obtained when traveling around the world and was in a hot place. It was one of the series of Ten Thousand Miles' paintings, corresponding to the power of fire.

The flames are hard to shatter with sword light, and the energy of death convolves, stirring the sky, smashing all the flames to kill.

Wu Zidao stood in the void, his pen rolled, and the patterns of the painting dispersed like ripples. In an instant, the two paintings were activated at the same time.

Picture of golden swords and iron horses, picture of flying snow for thousands of years.

The energy and artistic conception evolved into the northern wasteland, with flying snow flying in the air and convoluted in all directions. The energy of golden swords and iron horses soared into the sky, and it evolved into thousands of troops and rushing out.

The wind rises thousands of miles, and thousands of cavalry roll up the hills. The soldiers and soldiers of the army and horses look like soldiers of the empire.

"Hundred Battle Army!"

An imperial emperor exclaimed. Although these men and horses could not see their faces clearly, they were indeed not real lives, but their momentum and breath were exactly the same as the Bai Zhan Army of the former leader of Ji Bai Zhan.

The artistic conception controls the energy evolution real, and there is no need to explain it. I also know that this picture of golden swords and iron horses is the inspiration that Wu Zidao got from the Hundred Battle Army.

"good!"

The underworld sword also saw it and laughed loudly: "I heard that the army in the world's most powerful army in the world for a long time, but unfortunately I was not able to fight by the evil spirit Taoist king. It has always been a pity, but today is an opportunity."

The breath surges, and the momentum is even stronger and terrifying. This is a person with strong beliefs and encounters stronger people. The stronger the enemy, the stronger they are, they will only give him a stronger fighting spirit.

The energy of death soared into the sky, turning into dark clouds, and instantly formed a huge beast, wrapped the Nether Sword and rushed into the thousands of troops.

Every soldier has a great perfect state in Kongming's stage and has extraordinary cultivation. What's even more terrifying is that they also form a battle formation and have a sense of endlessness. Such an attack is probably something that ordinary monks in the Tribulation stage can't stand it.

At this moment, the face of the monks in the Tribulation Period began to change drastically. With this move, Wu Zidao is no longer a rising star. There is no doubt that the most outstanding young generation in the Heavenly Dao Alliance in the past was not Bai Tianming, but him.

He is no longer simply a monk in the tribulation stage, but has the qualifications and strength that are half-immortals like Lumen Shanren.

Just as he was emitting a breath of provocation at the beginning, only Ming Dao had the strength to fight him in this army.

The sword light flashed like a big wave rolling. The new Master of Yanyun Pavilion may not be as good as his ex's evil spirit Taoist, but it is not ordinary to imagine.

The defeat of Lumen Mountain people told the world that a terrible killer with the will of the king will overtake this continent with endless years. No one can stop it, even if the other party is a person like Wu Zidao.

The sword is shining brightly and convoluted in all directions, and thousands of troops are unstoppable.

Wu Zidao's pen tip gestured in the void, causing the mysterious light to emerge one by one.

This is a very strange battle, and time continues to this moment. The two people who fought have not really fought. Every move is Wu Zidao attacking and the Nether Sword is defending.

Although the defending side was so powerful, the attacking side seemed even more imposing and extraordinary. In the world, Wu Zidao was probably the only one who could fight like this.

The blade of death is beyond the limit. After hundreds of pictures were killed, even if each one was so terrifying, it still couldn't hurt the Nether Knife at all.

At this moment, the killing was rising, and the black knife in his hand pointed at the front, shouting loudly: "Is it just that?"

"I heard that you asked my master to fight with the Qinglian Sword Song in front of the capital. I also know this sword technique. Please point me!"

Wu Zidao's face was pale. Such a fighting method consumed energy. In contrast, he was actually at a disadvantage.

With his arms raised, a scroll flew out, hung in the air, and opened rapidly. The picture shows a man in green standing under a big tree, facing his back to everyone, and his head is the stars and bright moon, which complement each other.

"Galaxy Starlight Map! It's Li Qinglian!"

Someone exclaimed, even if the back, even if I couldn't see the facial features clearly, I didn't know whether it was the uniqueness of Li Qinglian or the exquisite painting skills of Wu Zi. Just a glance was enough to make people recognize that the figure was Li Qinglian.

If you guessed it well, this painting should have been painted by Wu Zidao when he saw the ancient sites in the ancient road of the military and horses.

At this moment, even Ming Dao's face turned solemn.

Although he was crazy, he would not underestimate the other person. From the previous scroll, this person's magical powers were indeed so strong that it was hard to describe. Now, he put the Galaxy Starlight diagram in the last use. There is no doubt that this scroll will consume a lot of money when used.

The scroll that can be used by the other party is not easy to use, and the one drawn on it is Li Qinglian. If you guess well, the one sealed in this scroll must be the Sword of the Galaxy.

The Qinglian Sword Song is reproduced in a painting way. Others don’t think it’s just strange, but Ming Dao knows it’s terrible.

With his relationship with Chen Weiming, how can he not know the essence of the Qinglian sword song, it depends not on the sword energy but on the artistic conception.

Sword Qi is not the other party's director, but judging from the previous picture, if you understand the artistic conception, let alone Lumen Mountain people, even ten Chen Weimings may not be as good as Wu Zidao.

"The song of the Green Lotus Sword, the Sword of the Galaxy, please appreciate it."

Wu Zidao sighed lightly, picked up the pen tip in his hand, and under the Taoist pattern of painting, the sky and the earth darkened, and the stars surging. Li Qinglian walked out of the scroll with a green sword in her hand. To be continued.
Chapter completed!