Chapter 925: The Brush Was Destroyed

"Hey! Chong!"

The long sword collided with the pen, and there was a sonorous sound. The two forces were competing with each other, and the sound of the fierce airflow roared away.

The middle-aged man looked at the child in front of him, and when he saw that he showed the power of foundation building, he immediately hummed and smiled: "Humph! It's just a foundation building cultivator! Let's see how I can include you in the painting!"

As soon as the voice fell, the pen was turned, and the tip of the brush swarmed towards Tangning with a blast of spiritual power. Tangning quickly retreated, and saw him draw with the brush in the air. A fierce beast whose head was outlined jumped out of the void, roaring low, and attacking Tangning.

"Roar!"

Seeing the fierce beast rushing towards him, the sharp sword in Tangning's hand flashed light. The middle-aged man laughed loudly: "Hahahahaha! It's useless! The beasts I drew are not afraid..."

Before he could finish his words, he saw that the sword cut the beast he had drawn into two sides, as if something had dissipated from the beast. Disappeared in front of his eyes like light and shadow.

"This, how is this possible!"

He shouted in shock again, it was not a real beast, how could the Qi of the Sword Gang kill it!

Tangning turned her sword, pointed at the ground, looked at the shocked middle-aged man, and said, "In this world, nothing is impossible!" After finishing the words, the small figure swept past like a whirlwind. The middle-aged man attacked.

Her swordsmanship is tricky, coupled with her small body and extremely fast speed, the unpredictable attack caught the middle-aged man by surprise and his shoulder was scratched.

The two fought back and forth. Qi Mufeng over there endured the pain and quickly put away the paintings. When he walked to the wall on the other side, he saw a stream of air blowing, and he squatted quickly. He avoided it, only to see that a bang destroyed a painting.

The painting that fell in front of him was a middle-aged man looking at the scene with his hands behind his back. At this time, blood oozes out from the painting because the character was hit by the airflow, which quickly dyed the whole painting red. .

As the painting was dyed red, the characters inside gradually turned into a puff of smoke and disappeared without a trace, leaving only the pool of blood on the painting...

"Is this dead?" Qi Mufeng's throat tightened. If Master Tang hadn't rescued him, wouldn't he have been able to leave the dead body behind?

Seeing that there was still fighting over there, he quickly put away the remaining paintings, and then stepped aside to watch, the more he looked, the more his eyes flashed.

The middle-aged man was a Jindan cultivator, and Master Tang should only be a foundation-building cultivator, but after a long battle, he did not lose. Several wounds.

At this moment, he couldn't help thinking: What is the origin of Master Tang? How can you be so powerful at such a young age?

It was only a matter of time. With a bang, the paintbrush in the middle-aged man's hand was cut off by the sharp sword in Master Tang's hand. The paintbrush flew out and pierced the wall not far away with a bang, like an iron nail. The nails were there, perhaps because the power was too great, and the entire wall cracked open with a crack, and then fell down with a bang.

At the same time as the dust and smoke rose, the middle-aged man spit out a mouthful of blood because of his paintbrush being destroyed.