Chapter 177: .Longyin breaks through the sky, the pen of God (Fifth more seeking subscription for monthly pass)

The main official of Ice and Fire Valley, Hao, looked like frost, watching the white dragon hovering in the sky.
"Cure other people, beware of other enemies." He calmly ordered.
Although this Bailong's tone was arrogant and arrogant, the meaning of the words faintly revealed that he did not come alone.
Sun Fangyuan responded, "Yes, brother."
Gao Tiansheng opened his mouth and said: "This king has faith in his words. Since the owner of the valley has made a decision, this king must advance and retreat with the noble faction."
"Thank you, prince." Guan Hao thanked him and stopped saying more, only staring at the Sky Fantasy Dragon.
Huan Tianlong grinned.
The next moment, the voice came from behind Guan Hao and Gao Tiansheng: "One and two, is there a difference?"
Guan Hao didn't look back, but shot backward with a backhand.
The result was empty.
He still stared at the magic sky dragon above.
On the huge dragon head, there was a very humane mocking smile.
At the next moment, the voice still came from behind Guan Hao and Gao Tiansheng:
"and so……"
Halfway through the sound, it suddenly stopped.
Gao Tiansheng felt a sudden blazing heat behind him, like a furnace burning heaven and earth, close at hand.
He secretly applauded.
Previously, Guan Hao's palm seemed to hit the air, but in fact the palm strength remained condensed.
One of the two great masters of Ice and Fire Valley, the red training Fenjin Palm, his power burst out at this moment.
The magical dragon's supernatural powers are good at creating hallucinations, and at the same time fly and move quickly.
The demon in front of him who practiced the Transformation of the Illusion Dragon was arrogant and careless, and Guan Hao calmly responded.
While Gao Tiansheng cheered secretly, he immediately turned around and drew his knife, he was about to slash it out with a single knife, and then he received Guan Hao's palm, causing serious injuries to his opponent.
However, when he turned around, he found that there was nothing but a raging fire.
With a palm, Guan Hao only destroyed his house.
"...So, is there a difference?" The other party's voice continued to sound.
But this time, it came from underground!
The ground under their feet suddenly collapsed.
A white dragon claw stretched out from it and grabbed it upward.
Gao Tiansheng immediately slashed down.
But at this time, Guan Hao's shout came from his ear: "It's an illusion!"
The martial artist shouted masculine energy and blood, breaking the magical illusion.
Gao Tiansheng looked at his feet at this time. The ground was level and intact. Where did the dragon's claw stick out?
He suddenly raised his head and looked to the sky.
The white dragon was so busy, his eyes were full of sarcasm.
"My disciples are injured many, please help the prince." Guan Hao and Bai Long looked at each other and said slowly.
Gao Tiansheng sighed: "Valley Lord, be careful."
He rushed to help Sun Fangyuan and others.
Guan Hao looked at the magical dragon in the sky above: "Who is your excellency? Why are you here? Your excellency... is from Chang'an?"
"No difference." Huan Tianlong smiled.
At the same time, the ground under Guan Hao's feet shattered, and a dragon claw stretched out.
Guan Hao's eyes flashed: "Devil soul split?"
The other party can suppress the spirit of the martial artist of the eighth stage, at least it is also the great demon of the ninth stage.
Therefore, Guan Hao is no exception to the division of the magical dragon and the demon soul, and he immediately slashed.
At the same time, he even drew his knife out of its sheath.
The two masters of Ice and Fire Valley, the red practice of Fenjin Palm and Feixue even the Sky Sword, were displayed by Guan Hao at the same time, and they all showed profound knowledge.
Downward, the masculine blood was so hot to the extreme, as if it really turned into a fire, capable of burning gold and iron.
Upward, the enthusiasm and blood seemed to disappear, only the light of the knife was cold, and the snow was rolled up, and the light of the knife was like snow flakes, scattered and endless.
However, both the knife and the palm were swept away.
Guan Hao used the sword to prevent the magic sky dragon from above and the ghost clone below from being pinched together.
However, the magic sky dragon above did not move, still hovering there.
Guan Hao naturally fell through.
It didn't matter, but he found that when he palmed down, he also failed.
What about the white dragon claws?
No, it disappeared, it never seemed to appear.
Even the ground under his feet cracked, which was also hit by Guan Hao himself.
The previous broken traces completely disappeared.
Is it an illusion?
I was also attacked by the opponent's phantom just now?
Guan Haoleng was on the spot, looking at the sky in disbelief.
"I just put a little more effort." Huan Tianlong uttered, full of smile: "The result is no difference."
Upon hearing the words, Guan Hao suddenly rushed up.
It was he who warned himself to be calm, and at this moment he also became angry: "Your Excellency is here, is it a recreational person?"
"This time you are right. It is indeed a pastime. I have been bored for too long and it is rare to get breath."
Huan Tianlong's tone was a little bit more emotional.
Guan Hao held the knife in both hands and held it up to the sky: "You, you are not qualified."
On the blade, the cold air is enveloped, like a storm, freezing frost.
The ice and snow storm kept spinning, gradually expanding, and gradually turning into a tornado that hit the sky.
The tornado continued to expand, covering a radius of tens of meters.
The distant Gao Tiansheng turned his head, and his heart moved.
Guan Hao hasn't taken a shot in public for some years.
Now it seems that his strength really improved.
Although not as good as King Qi, in the hands of the ninth level master, the strength is already considerable...
As soon as Gao Tiansheng's thoughts arrived here, he suddenly heard the magical dragon in the midair say casually:
"I have."
While speaking, the scene of the sky and the earth in the air was strangely distorted.
The blizzard that went straight into the sky showed a weird twist.
At that moment, the storm was like a drawing paper turned into a plane.
Then a few staggered black lines appeared on the drawing paper.
As the black line moved, the blizzard in Gao Tiansheng's line of sight was actually divided into several segments as if it were distorted and dislocated.
In the next moment, the black line disappeared.
The blizzard also dissipated.
Then it dissipated together with Guan Hao's treasured sword.
And, he raised his hands to the sky, holding a knife.
The magical dragon, as a true dragon, has great magical powers, so how can it only be versed in magic.
The magic sky dragon transformed by Ao Kong is different from his daughter.
Really want to attack head-on, extremely powerful.
Guan Hao let out a scream, his arms broke at his elbows, blood spurting wildly.
He couldn't believe it, and looked up at the sky: "Void...Void interlacing...Space...You understand the mystery of space, you...You are not the ninth realm!"
Everyone around was shocked.
The magic sky dragon in midair squinted his eyes a little.
"The Ninth Realm...now it is."
Suddenly, he seemed to be somewhat distracted, and he suppressed Guan Hao's soul.
The warrior goes from the outside to the inside, and the tough spirit is based on the strength of the physical body.
The body is seriously injured, and the qi and blood are decayed and the spirit is lethargic.
Guan Hao was cut off by Huan Tianlong, suffered heavy injuries and lost a lot of blood on the spot.
I changed to an ordinary person and passed out early.
Although Guan Hao could hold on, his spirit became weak.
At this time, Huan Tianlong suppressed him again, and he had no power to fight back.
Upon seeing this, Sun Fangyuan wanted to help Guan Hao.
But a pool of ink suddenly appeared in front of him.
Sun Fangyuan dodged in time, but saw more and more ink marks.
Ink dots densely walked in mid-air, surrounding him.
Except for him, ink dots appeared around every disciple of Ice and Fire Valley.
The ink dots suddenly turned into a large pool of ink, wrapped up the person, then restored to its original size, and then flew away.
One by one, the ink dots flew into the inkstone.
The person holding the inkstone is a girl who looks only in her early ten years old.
Sun Fangyuan took a deep breath, first practiced burning gold palms in red to evolve fierce flames.
The evil spirits of the eighth-level martial arts expert, combined with the fierce masculine flames, can indeed resist ink stains to a certain extent.
Taking this opportunity, Sun Fangyuan suddenly drew his sword out of its sheath, and killed the girl fiercely with a flying sword.
The opponent was obviously unusual, and Sun Fangyuan was not merciful and tried his best.
However, the literary talent above the girl's head was surging and turned into a huge blank paper.
Sun Fangyuan slashed on it with a blizzard like a blizzard, failing to cut away the seemingly fragile white paper.
Instead, the knife ablation.
Then the white paper turned into a picture scroll, and the snow-foot painted on it can be fake.
Sun Fangyuan was dissolved by the white paper with all his strength, and the surrounding ink immediately surrounded him, wrapping him up.
Sun Fang's evil spirit surged around his body, causing the wrapped ink to distort.
But when the ink fell back to the inkstone in the girl's hand, there was no more movement.
Gao Tiansheng looked at the girl: "You are from Chang'an?"
Shen and Rong, who looked like a girl, smiled slightly: "As my brother said, there is no difference."
She beckoned, and the ink flew towards Gao Tiansheng.
Gao Tiansheng screamed and cut out the long knife in his hand.
Although his strength was inferior to that of the ninth state of Ice and Fire Valley Master Hao, Gao Tiansheng was stronger than Sun Fangyuan, who was also in the eighth state.
The similar martial arts, the wind and snow magic sword passed down by the royal family of the Northern Qi Dynasty, is more subtle than the flying snow sword in Ice and Fire Valley.
However, Gao Tiansheng's attack was not to win, but to fight for a first-line opportunity for himself and escape.
Although I have said that I co-existed and died with Ice and Fire Valley, now that the entire Ice and Fire Valley is wiped out, Lord Gao's persistence to the last moment is considered to be a promise.
What he is trying to do now is to try to escape and inform King Qi in time of the truth about what happened here.
Unfortunately, Shen Herong was prepared.
Her fingers volleyed a little, and Wenhua's talent condensed into a brush again.
However, this brush, compared to the giant brush like a rafter of the eighth stage Confucian practitioners, is really much smaller.
Gao Tiansheng was curious at the beginning, but with the writing of the word "ding" in the air with that brush, his figure really became certain in the air!
Although Gao Tiansheng struggled with all his strength and could continue to move barely, but soon the brush wrote the word "prisoner" again.
So he couldn't move immediately.
The next moment, Gao Tiansheng was swallowed by the surrounding ink.
He reluctantly looked at that brush, although it was much smaller than the ordinary giant pen like a rafter, but how could ordinary Confucian practitioners capture him so easily in the same realm?
Born in the royal family of the Northern Qi Dynasty, he had heard of Gao Tiansheng, who suddenly flashed in his mind, and remembered a legend that had only been read in ancient books.
It is rumored that there is a genius with great literary talent, who practiced the Confucian way to the eighth state of ruling the country, and can get a fortune, even more than a giant pen like a rafter.
It is said that, the pen of God!
Is that the stroke of God?
Gao Tiansheng was surrounded by ink, and his eyes were black, and he could no longer see the brush.
As he was thinking, he was taken aback again.
The pen is the pen of God.
What about this ink, paper, and inkstone?