The battle between Yun Hong and Ning Haoxuan can no longer be called a battle, and it is more appropriate to call it a cultural exhibition.

One of the characters written are elegant and elegant, the other is paintings, elegant and vivid, which is amazing.

The most important thing is that under this beauty, there is a great murderous intent, and countless weapons and handwriting are stalemate, just like two armies, with thousands of troops confronting each other, and it is difficult to decide the outcome in a short period of time.

However, this is obviously just a test!

Whether it was Yun Hong or Ning Haoxuan, they seemed to have agreed, and the pen tip actually calmed down at this moment.

Ning Haoxuan's handwriting began to change, but he was no longer writing the word "kill", but writing sentences. Yun Hong no longer used simple lines to draw weapons, and the pen tip began to become complicated.

The snow hits the window and the gravel is flying, and the strong wind blows the wild and the waves are overturned!

As Ning Haoxuan's handwriting fell, the originally normal world suddenly became gloomy, and the temperature dropped sharply. In just a moment, snow began to float in the sky!

Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Among them, there is a cold wind whistling, and the strong wind is like a knife, mixed with endless coldness, wanting to cut everything.

"It's snowing! Wori, it's really snowing!"

"Shige originally inherited the fortune of heaven and earth, and it can actually change the weather of heaven and earth. It's simply incredible!"

"Tsk, what's this? This guy is not good at Taoism, it can only affect the people around us. If he really becomes a great scholar, then the weather within a country can be changed at any time!"

...

Confucians do not cultivate the original world and take their own world as the mainstay, so they can naturally change the climate.

The situation in the ring was pretty good. Only snowflakes floated, and the temperature dropped a little. On the ring, it was visible to the naked eye that a thick layer of white snow had been covered with. Moreover, what was falling in the sky was not just snowflakes, but hail!

Clip!

Countless hailstorms were like sharp swords, rushing towards Yunhong under the strong wind!

The snow on the ground, with the temperature falling from the sky, the entire arena has frozen, which can freeze people and affect movement, making people unable to avoid.

“So strong!”

The lethality of this poem has increased countless levels and made countless people look at it. It is no accident that Confucianism and Taoism can become holy places.

Yun Hong's face gradually became solemn, and the strong wind blew his hair into scattering. However, his pen in his hand remained motionless.

The brush speeds up and the soft lines intertwined, and these lines still condensed and remained undispersed in the strong wind and snow, which was extremely strange.

roar!

As the last stroke fell, the painting actually started to move, and a long roar towards the sky, like a beast trapped in a cage for a long time, with a huge aura.

The roar was so loud that there were actually sound waves spreading around, blowing away the hail in the sky, and the snow around it was even more mixed.

It was a monster with a bull head and a lion body, with horns on its head. Although the whole body is composed of lines, it still gives people an unparalleled feeling. With the last stroke, its body was expanding rapidly. With just three breaths, it reached a height of five meters, like a hill, blocking Yun Hong.

Not only that, Yun Hong's pen tip kept sketching and actually drew a ball of flame in front of him. As the flame swayed, it began to shine and heat, driving away the cold around him and melting the ice and snow.

"That... seems to be a magic horned flaming lion! Can this thing be drawn?!" In the crowd, someone in the crowd looked at the giant creature and couldn't help but exclaim, with an unparalleled amazement.

"I heard that in order to draw the essence, people in the Painting Pavilion often observe the goals, from the inside out, and sometimes in order to achieve the purpose of painting, they can carry them in the first place for decades!"

"That's the Demon-horned Flame Lion! He is violent in nature. Could it be that he has been with this kind of monster for a long time? How did he survive?!"

"The most rare thing is how he understood the violentness of the Demon-horned Flame Lion? No wonder the ambition of the Painting Pavilion suddenly became so great that he took over a demon disciple!"

...

Everyone was shocked and looked at the monster one by one, with a hint of fear in their eyes.

Ambition is proportional to strength. Whether it is the Ganwu Kingdom, the Huage or the Lege, all geniuses have been born. On the other hand, the Shige, the Situ family, etc. have gradually declined, and the weak will naturally be replaced by the strong.

roar!

The Demon-horned Flame Lion roared to the sky again, but this time, the sound wave rushed towards Ning Haoxuan!

Wherever he passed, the hail and snowflakes instantly dissipated, and the originally violent wind was shocked to fly back, blowing Ning Haoxuan back a few steps back, wrinkling his clothes and flying hair, making him even breathing difficult.

Boom boom boom boom!

The magic horned flame lion's body shook, then the earth shook, and his horns ran towards Ning Haoxuan!

While running, its whole body began to ignite a raging flame, with unstoppable power and heat, as if it could smash everything ahead!

The rain is strong and the wind is getting sharp, so the flowers are damaged.

Ning Haoxuan's pupils shrank suddenly, his face was pale, and his wrists shook wildly. This time his handwriting was a bit sloppy, and he instantly wrote a poem.

Saw!

The crazy knife was like a knife, and the drizzle was like a needle, falling wildly on the demon-horned flame lion, making its body full of holes, but it still could not stop its steps.

roar!

With a roar, the body of the magic horned flame lion was close to Ning Haoxuan, and the cold light flashed with both corners, and with a ruthless murderous intent, he ran towards him.

shield!

A shield appeared in front of Ning Haoxuan, but it only suspended the attack of the Demon-horned Flame Lion. Then, his whole body soared into the air and was directly knocked out of the ring!

puff!

A mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, looking listless.

On the ring, the demon-horned flaming lion had obviously reached the end of the mast and oars. The ink on the whole body began to flow like blood, and the lines gradually became blurred and disappeared without a moment.

At the same time, Yun Hong's face also lost a little bloody color, and his will was contained in his paintings. When the paintings were destroyed, his will would naturally be affected.

The battle between the two was so powerful that everyone was amazed.

Confucianism and Taoism rarely take action, let alone this level of competition directly demonstrates the power of Confucianism and Taoism.

Every stroke has the power to destroy the world, but every move is not without demeaning. Judging from the appreciation of the battle, Confucianism and Taoism are obviously more beautiful, and they are really like painting.

"Hahaha, it's worthy of being the painting of Hua Pavilion, it's really amazing!" Huangfu Lang smiled and immediately announced: "The first battle, Hua Pavilion Yun Hong won!"

His announcement made most people wake up from a dream, with complex eyes. You should know that the Shige has always been recognized as Confucian and Taoist orthodox, which has suppressed the Huage and Lege.

It seems that with the changes of the times, all forces will be reshuffled, and some old forces in the past will be the primary goal!
Chapter completed!