Seven Hundred and Seventeen. Calligraphy and Painting

Mr. Qingling saw Bai Ze Xiaosheng fighting with Su Po from a distance, and he knew the difference.

Now that he was approaching, he didn't dare to neglect, he immediately splashed ink and unfolded a magnificent picture.

The void in this universe is like drawing paper, allowing Mr. Qingling to paint on it.

Su Po and others seemed to have become figures in the painting, controlled by Mr. Qingling's pen.

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

With personal contact, you can better understand the sharp edge of the sword.

With one sword strike, the scroll could be broken open.

It was all thanks to Little Saint Bai Ze's ability to contain his opponent's sword at this moment that Mr. Qingling gained the upper hand.

As the scroll unfolds, the ink and brush strokes spread horizontally, and Confucian and semi-biblical methods unfold to further trap Su Po.

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

It seemed as if he was only concentrating on competing with Bai Ze Xiaosheng in front of him.

As if to verify his relaxation, suddenly and without warning, a fire ignited in the void, sweeping across the seemingly real ink mountains and rivers in front of him.

The flames burned the scroll into a void.

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

"burn"

Little Saint Bai Ze was concentrating on it, struggling to parry Su Po's sword in front of him. He was completely unable to distract himself and was completely unaware of the changes in the surrounding environment.

Mr. Qingling's eyes flashed and his expression became more serious.

He stared at the flame characters in the void, and saw the fiery red turning into inky black, still clear and distinct against the dark background of the void of the universe.

Then, the Confucian half-saint's gaze shifted to the girl on the other side.

The other party is the creator of that text.

"Sir, he has achieved a holy state through calligraphy and painting. His attainments are extraordinary and he is indeed close to the Tao. The students admire him." Shen Herong said calmly.

Mr. Qingling looked at Shen Herong: "Return to nature, you are closer than old age."

Shen Herong, who has a long figure and looks like a young girl, cupped her hands in greeting: "Emperor Qi is not a virtuous king, why do you follow him, sir?"

"Your Majesty can tolerate some graffiti."

Mr. Qingling smiled: "It is not only the kindness of knowing someone, but also the feeling of a close friend."

Shen Herong nodded: "Given his temperament, it makes sense."

After hearing this, Mr. Qingling was silent for a moment, and then spoke again: "In recent years, some news from the Eastern Heaven has spread here, and I have heard about your reputation."

"Then the old gentleman should know our purpose." Shen Herong smiled.

Mr. Qingling shook his head: "I'm sorry that I can't help you."

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

Already seeing that neither of them was easy to get along with, Mr. Qingling made a decision immediately.

Although he and Little Sage Bai Ze were both at the fifteenth realm, and seemed to have an advantage in realm, they were not necessarily rivals of the sworn brother and sister in front of them.

It would be best to seek an escape now, and then wait until other masters from the Great Qi Dynasty and even the Qi Emperor himself arrive, and then regain the situation today.

If we continue to struggle now, we are really unsure and the consequences are unpredictable.

Bai Zexiaosheng also did not continue the fight. He took advantage of Mr. Qingling to help him out and immediately prepared to escape.

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

The sword's power did not change, and it continued to slash at Bai Ze Xiaosheng.

Before his invisible sword swung down, the mountains and rivers had already begun to crumble and fall apart.

On the mountain peak, there is a word "broken" printed on it.

Shen Herong drew with his fingers in the empty space, and words appeared out of thin air, like burning harps and boiling cranes, mercilessly destroying Mr. Qingling's paintings.

Seeing this, Little Saint Bai Ze could only rely on his own magical power to barely resist Su Po's sword edge.

As for escaping, there is no need to think about it any more.

Mr. Qingling sighed: "He is indeed a genius."

At the same time as he opened his mouth, he changed his pen.

The mountains and rivers transformed by ink suddenly seemed to have their own life and wisdom, turning into mountain gods and river gods, showing infinite power and tearing up the ink characters printed on the body.

Seeing this, Shen Herong's eyes flashed slightly: "Classic principles? The old gentleman's writing is really the finishing touch."

Mr. Qingling still looked solemn.

The finishing touch is the classic principles he has learned all his life.

It's just that he doesn't feel high-spirited at all at the moment.

Even though he is a Confucian semi-sage, he still cannot suppress the girl in front of him with the help of the power of heaven and earth.

Both sides are talented and argue.

At this moment, he could only do it reluctantly and try his best.

But I saw the brilliance of talent curling up above Shen Herong's head, seemingly subtle but endless, with no end in sight and nowhere to go.

The words written with a stroke of the pen seem to come alive, and they continue to compete with Mr. Qingling's paintings in a unique way.

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

Shen Herong looked as usual: "This is a student's classic philosophy. It is open to all rivers. Please teach me, sir."

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

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

Outside the maze, Su Po fired several swords.

The last sword, Bai Ze Xiaosheng finally couldn't resist it.

Only half of the horns on the top of the head, which were already broken, were completely cut off by their roots.

"Save your life and don't act rashly again."

Su Po sheathed his sword, stretched out one hand, and pressed it on Bai Ze's head, telling him not to move anymore.

He stared at the ink maze in front of him, waiting silently, with no intention of intervening.

After a moment, Su Po felt something in his heart and turned to look into the distance.

There, a sword light and a fire light flashed.

"It seems that the old scholar had already contacted him for help before he arrived." Su Po understood.

However, he had no intention of avoiding it, nor did he urge Shen Herong in the ink maze. He only watched quietly as the sword light and fire light came to him.

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

The visitor looked to be in his thirties or forties, with a haggard appearance and a gloomy complexion, like pig iron. Just like Su Po, his hands were empty and he was not holding a sword.

But his whole body was filled with sword energy, and his whole body was like a sharp sword, with its edge clearly visible.

Su Po was very interested and asked Bai Ze Xiaosheng, who was caught in his hand, "Who is this?"

Before Little Saint Bai Ze could answer, the man had already spoken first: "Bai Yuan."

He looked at Su Po: "You are not from Southeast Yangtian.

Where are you from

Eastern sky?

Are you Su Po? "

At this moment, Little Saint Bai Ze grunted: "Sword Crazy Bai Yuan!"

When Su Po heard this, he nodded slightly and looked at the man with a sword in front of him with interest.

Bai Yuan, a swordsman, is one of the Eight Pillar Kingdoms of Da Qi, and is also known as the top master of swordsmanship in the Da Qi Dynasty.

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

They are both from the Eight Pillar Kingdom of Great Qi, and they are both masters of the 15th level. Their strength is also different.

Bai Yuan hadn't made a move yet, he just stood there, his edge was superior to Mr. Qingling and Little Saint Bai Ze.

After the fire next to it stopped, its power was not as powerful as Bai Yuan's.

After Su Po looked at Bai Yuan for a moment, he stopped talking and his eyelids drooped slightly.

He turned to look the other way.

The fire stopped and turned into a human form.

But before that, Su Po seemed to see the big demon Bifang.

Bi Fang has the shape of a crane and one leg. The essence of fire is the incarnation of fire and the god who controls fire.

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

"The transformation of the devil's path, the formless demon?" Su Po asked.

In the Eight Pillar Kingdom of Daqi, there was Demon Lord Bi Fang who was at the fifteenth level of the Demonic Path.

The big man shrouded in flames glanced at Little Saint Bai Ze, who was pinned down by Su Po.

One demon and one demon, Demon Lord Bifang and Little Sage Baize, although they both belong to the Eight Pillar Kingdom of Qi, their relationship has never been harmonious.

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

Seeing the misfortune of the other party at this moment, Demon Lord Bi Fang was more wary of Su Po than rejoicing in his misfortune.

He was alert in his heart and looked at Su Po, but there was nothing strange on his face. Instead, he smiled: "I am the Formless Demon, and you are the Sword God?"

Before Su Po could answer, the "sword idiot" Bai Yuan said coldly:

"he's mine!"

Su Po heard this and shook his head:

"You and I have different ways and we don't want to work together."