Chapter 925: Paintbrush is destroyed

"Shoo! Clang!"
The long sword collided with the pen, and there was a clanging sound. The two forces were competing against each other, and the sound of the sharp air current whizzed away.
The middle-aged man looked at the child in front of him and saw that what he showed was the power of foundation building, he immediately snorted: "Huh! Foundation building monk! See how I can include you in the picture!"
As soon as the sound fell, the pen barrel turned, and the brush tip surged towards Tangning with a flow of spiritual power. Tangning quickly retreated, and saw him holding the brush while drawing in the air. When the spiritual light flashed, he was struck by a few strokes. A fierce beast that had outlined its head threw it out of the void, and rushed towards Tangning with a low growl.
"Roar!"
Seeing the fierce beast pounced, Tangning’s sharp sword gleamed, and the sword that condensed spiritual power slashed at the fierce beast that flew at an unpredictable speed. The middle-aged man laughed: "Hahahahaha! It's useless! The fierce beast I drew is not afraid..."
Before he finished speaking, he saw that the sword cut the fierce beast he drew into two sides, as if something had scattered from the fierce beast. The next moment, the fierce, bloodthirsty beast was like Light and shadow disappeared before his eyes.
"This, how is this possible!"
He yelled in shock again, that was not a real beast, how could that sword-gang gas kill it!
Tangning's long sword turned, pointed at the ground diagonally, looked at the shocked middle-aged man, and said, "In this world, nothing is impossible!" The words fell, and the small figure passed by like a whirlwind. The middle-aged man attacked.
Her skillful swordsmanship, coupled with the extremely fast speed of her small body, made the middle-aged man unprepared to prevent being scratched on his shoulder by her unprepared attack, and the stinging sensation eased his mind and quickly shot back.
The two of them fought back and forth, and Qi Mufeng over there endured the pain on his body and quickly put the paintings away. When he walked to the wall on the other side, he saw a stream of air, and he squatted quickly. He avoided, but saw that a painting was destroyed with that bang.
The painting that fell in front of him was a middle-aged man looking at the scene with his hand held down. At this time, blood oozes from the character hit by the air current, and the entire painting is quickly dyed red. .
As the painting was dyed red, the characters inside gradually turned into a light 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 not even left the dead body?
Seeing that there was still a fight, he quickly put away the remaining paintings, and then stepped aside and looked at it. The more he looked, the more his eyes flashed.
The middle-aged man is a golden core monk, and Master Tang should be just a foundation-building monk, but after a long battle, he didn't see defeat. Instead, he became more brave in the battle, forcing the middle-aged monk to retreat step by step, and he has more Several wounds.
At this moment, he couldn't help thinking: What is the origin of Master Tang? How can you be so good at a young age?
Just this time, I saw a scream, the middle-aged man’s paintbrush was cut off by the sharp sword in Master Tang’s hand, the paintbrush flew out, and pierced into the wall not far away with a slam, like a nail. The nail was there, and perhaps it was too powerful, the whole wall cracked with a crack, and then fell down with a bang.
While the dust was rising, the middle-aged man even spit out a mouthful of blood because of the destruction of his paintbrush.