Stubborn Swordsman

All the disciples here are eager to see whether Yuan Pingfan, a genius disciple from the Painting and Calligraphy Hall, will win or Li Haoran, the monster from the Sword Hall, will win. Let them think that Li Haoran can easily win, although the sword intent is strong, but the opponent is Yuan Pingdan, a meridian cultivator can truly equalize the genius of the fusion spirit, and his attainments in the magic circle are also very high, even surpassing the Tao of this generation Disciple of Dharma Hall Pimai.

Dugu Yunrou looked at Li Haoran's face in the audience at this time, her eyes were full of tenderness without any worry, because she knew Li Haoran's real combat power. Say no problem at all.

Yuan Pingdan looked at Li Haoran's appearance and said: "Li Daoyou is really idle. At this time, he still looks leisurely and content. Pingfan thinks that he can't do this." Li Haoran replied: "There is no need to belittle yourself. In your cultivation Because there are only a handful of people who can achieve this step, come on, those things alone can't defeat me, show all your strength."

Yuan Pingdan looked at Li Haoran with fighting intent in his eyes and said, "I wish for it, Li Daoyou accepted."

I saw Yuan Pingdan holding pens in both hands, writing and drawing what was in his heart, and shouting: "The fire wishes me to burn thousands of enemies, and the soil protects me to be strong and immortal." The monstrous fire seemed to burn the sky. Frenzied, even the flying beasts in the sky didn't dare to approach here, and the disciples in the field were even slightly affected, but fortunately, even if the elder shot and released an enchantment to isolate the two people's Taoism, although he didn't have his own feelings, but Based on the scene just now, thousands of disciples have definitely been conquered. Whether it is the Taoism Hall, the Painting and Calligraphy Hall, the Sword Hall, or even the female disciples in the Ruhua Hall are a little tempted. It is the yearning for Yuan Pingdan.

At this time, Yuzhi, who was on the side, saw this scene and cried out in his heart: "No, this Yuan Pingtan is so terrifying, brother Haoran, hurry up, or I will accompany you all this time." Yes." Yuzhi is still gambling here this time, and he has a little understanding of Li Haoran's strength. He thought it would be no problem to beat Yuan Pingping. Although most of them were made up by him, all the disciples still believed it because Yu Wu had already given him the Palace Master Token, almost no one would doubt the authenticity of this thing, which is the representative of Wan Dao Palace. Seeing the authenticity, if you dare to lie, you will be attacked by Wan Dao Palace.

At this time, Yuan Pingtan's face didn't look very good on the field. He used two magic circles, one for attack and one for defense, but the fire all over the sky blurred his vision and he couldn't see where Li Haoran was. But From what he saw, Li Haoran should not have rushed out of this magic circle. Yuan Pingdan thought to himself at this time: "Could this be all he has?" Then he shook his head and said to himself: "It is impossible if he even borrowed this trick No, then why do you still have such an aura? Could it be that there are some hidden means?" After speaking, he looked around vigilantly and did not see Li Haoran's figure was already breathing.

In the smoky place, I saw two gusts of sword wind coming like Yuan Pingfan. Yuan Pingfan reacted very promptly and hastily dodged Li Haoran's four waved hands. Li Haoran was still standing there without moving. The seemingly violent fire Not even his clothes were burned, let alone his people.

Li Haoran said to Yuan Pingfan angrily at this time: "Is this your magic circle? It's so rough and there is no precision at all. How can you break through the formation and kill the enemy, only its shape has no root. I waved the flames and the two Just wave your hand and break the formation, how can you fight me with that alone?"

Although Li Haoran's words are a bit arrogant, it is true. The 01:30 precision of this magic circle cannot be completely controlled by Yuan Ping'an, but it is certainly not so easy to hide from ordinary disciples.

Yuan Pingping listened to Li Haoran's words and lowered his head a little and said: "Thank you Li Daoyou for reminding me that I will do my best next time, if that doesn't work, I can only show Brother Li my ultimate move." Li Haoran said indifferently: "Use any means, all obstacles in front of me will be cut off by me."

Just look at Yuan Pingtan holding a long picture, engraved with various textures and magic circles, and when he opened it, there was an extremely ancient atmosphere. Seeing this scene, Yu Wu pointed to Shu Mingsheng in surprise and said: "You actually handed over the painting of life and death to him. Can he control this thing? Isn't he afraid of being peeped at this treasure by others?"

Shu Mingsheng still had that foolish look and said: "Of course the magic weapon is for people to use. This thing has been there for many years, and don't you know it? You have to let it admit it before you can use it. Now that there is a suitable person, why not call him and leave it there?"

This painting is called the painting of life and death. As the name suggests, this magic weapon has great power. It can lead to life or death. It was refined by the old man who created the painting and calligraphy hall. If the painting spirit is not recognized by the painting spirit, it is impossible to use him. It is conceivable that Yuan Pingdan can be so talented.

The painting of life and death was a virtual-level magic weapon (refinement-level magic weapon) back then, but after such a long period of existence, it has already reached the empty-level (breaking virtual level), why can a disciple of Pimai Piment use the empty-level magic weapon?That's because with the help of the painting spirit, of course, it can exert a certain power, but it is still not enough to fully control it.

Yuan Pingdan didn't want to hide it now, he had already planned to use his strongest trick for Li Haoran, Li Haoran looked at the painting of life and death and finally revealed a smile and said: "This is the best way!" Otherwise, this competition won't interest me at all, come and let me see your skills."

The pen in Yuan Pingdan's hand kept painting and calligraphy, and he said solemnly: "Okay, be careful, Li Daoyou, see that the painting in my book hits the mark." Zoom in, the picture on it is the current situation in the Dao Fa Temple, every disciple is in it, Li Haoran is also in it, the picture above starts to flow quietly, the disciple in the picture is like a lifelike person Doing what he was supposed to do, this shocked the Pimai disciple who hadn't seen this scene, whether it was a magic spell or a treasure, how could it be so powerful.

What is reflected in the painting is the reality that Yuan Pingtan sees. Every disciple whose strength is below him is moved by the painting. Only the monks whose cultivation base is above him are ordinary in the painting. It has not reached this level yet, and Yuan Pingdan is the protagonist of this painting. This battle seems to be carried out under his thoughts. Yuan Pingdan who entered the painting felt a familiar atmosphere, as if this world was his. where it should exist.

The disciples outside saw that Yuan Ping’an in the painting finally hurt Li Haoran’s arm in the painting with all his strength, but in reality, Li Haoran’s arm was already bleeding. All the disciples were amazed how this was possible. What they do will also be affected in reality. Is there really a solution to this trick?

Li Haoran looked at the bleeding arm and smiled and said: "Is this the limit you can see me? Then let you see the real sword." Li Haoran saw the wooden sword waving on the stage. A sword intent soared into the sky, and even the elders who maintained the barrier almost didn't realize that they were hurt by Li Haoran's sword intent. Li Haoran said: "My sword is my way, and my heart is my home!" As long as the sword returns, there are also passers-by." One slash forward was as terrifying as thousands of slashes, and even a sword mark was drawn on the stage.At this time, the elders were shocked: "How could this be a test field made of cantachite? How could it be possible that a disciple of Pimai had a sword mark?" Needless to say, the material is solid.

But now Li Haoran in the painting seems to have his own wisdom, and he didn't think about the original situation of being suppressed by Yuan Pingfan. Strength? I didn’t expect that I was just watching the sky from a well just now. It turns out that your strength has already reached this level. It’s too cheating, so how can you fight?” Although Yuan Ping’an’s mouth already had the intention of retreating, his eyes have changed. Jiu is so sharp, as if he has long wanted to prepare for this.

Li Haoran, who is outside, has already seen clearly the ability of this painting of life and death, which is to engrave all the things he sees in the painting, if your strength is low, then you will only be a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.But this is the world in the painting and the world that Yuan Pingtan imagined. Li Haoran's strength has already surpassed him by a lot, but he is still at the same level as him.

I saw Li Haoran slashing out with a sword in the painting. The sky in the painting collapsed, and the ground was split open. Yuan Ping, who fell on the ground, laughed at himself and said, "I thought that my victory was almost sealed by using this trick." If it’s not good enough to make a tie, maybe I didn’t even defeat you in the painting, and the challenge you mentioned is still a bit far away for me because this is not a contest between superiors and subordinates at all, but a one-sided fight.”

Then I saw Yuan Pingfan from the painting of life and death come out step by step, and then slowly took the painting of life and death back in his hand and said: "You won, and Pingtan is willing to bow down."

Li Haoran looked at him and said: "This move is very good, it has already hurt me. If your strength can be increased and you can add the blessing of that painting, maybe you can really defeat me, but that chance is gone."

Yuan Pingping nodded and said: "Yes, there is no such opportunity anymore. In just a few days, your aura has become more and more terrifying. People who are defeated by you can only watch you go further and further away," Li Haoran said. He said to Yuan Pingdan: "Then you should work hard to find my figure. The way of the Tao does not depend on fate or the sky. It depends entirely on yourself. Don't waste your talent."

Yuan Pingdan said with a sudden smile: "Even if you don't have to finish talking, I will continue to practice, because I want to see where you can go and what the scenery is like there, but I don't know if I will be remembered by then."

Li Haoran shook his head and replied: "I remembered it when you wrote and painted last time. You are very much like me in the past, pursuing the truth. This is the tempering of it. The road ahead will be long and more difficult. "Yuan Ping smiled. It is a blessing for him to know people like Li Haoran, because he wants to see the wider sky.

At this time, Yu Wu personally came to the stage and said: "Li Haoran of the Sword Palace won, and all the competitions of the Pimai group are over." After speaking, he asked Shu Mingsheng to take Yuan Pingdan back to heal his injuries.

Then he turned around and whispered to Li Haoran: "Stay here later, I have something to talk to you about."