Royal Master Painter

Chapter 228

Seeing She Sheng from the Confucian Mansion approaching, a dead tree swaying outside Jiang Li's body is exactly the dead tree Fu of Shui Wuxin.

Jiang Li knew that he was in a desperate situation because of an inexplicable identity, and he also implicated the Wenfu.

These people were all wounded, and if they continued to fight, losing was the only ending he could think of.

"You don't have to be like this..." Jiang Greed said.

"Shut up, don't think that we are for you, our relationship is not so good yet"

The pale Fu Changlin was not polite.

"They are provoking our Wenfu. As scribes, we are now defending the majesty of Wenfu. As for you, you are just protecting it by the way."

Fu Changlin, who was seriously injured, used Gao Tang Fu again to stop a student from the Confucian family.

Lu Daoxuan stood on top of the cold branch of the green tree. This cold tree was like a tree demon. Under the nourishment of Lu Daoxuan's vast spiritual power, it grew to the limit, and the entire Confucian mansion was under its huge umbrella.

Now that his face has been torn apart, Lu Daoxuan will not hold back his hands anymore. The terrifying destructive power is fully displayed. After all, this is not Qingdu, so he doesn't need to worry about the life and death of those Confucian scholars.

The endless roots of the cold branches and green trees drilled through the ground, and countless branches grew wildly. With just one move, most of the pavilions and pavilions in the courtyard have been destroyed.

When he was in Wen Mansion, Lu Daoxuan didn't dare to go all out in actual combat, after all, where is the holy place for scholars, but now in Xihe, he doesn't need to feel sorry for Confucian Mansion.

"Lu Daoxuan, dare you..."

Tan Qianqiu's eyes were about to burst, and his mighty righteousness turned into the divine fire of the sky, burning all over the sky, but when these divine fires fell, the cold branches and green trees shrank continuously under Lu Daoxuan's control, and finally the divine fire landed and ignited a large number of Confucian schools.

"You ordered this yourself, and it has nothing to do with me." Lu Daoxuan smiled.

Qianzhang Luanfeng swallowed Yan Jianyuan, but Yan Jianyuan was the first doctor of Confucianism after all. A huge scroll appeared outside Luanfeng, and after Luanfeng was wrapped in the scroll, Yan Jianyuan rode the scroll.

"The school can be repaired if it is gone, and the Confucian mansion can be rebuilt if it is down. But at this moment, what we have to face is the number one painter in Yuling Continent. If we dare not let go, we may lose."

The reason why Wenfu was able to overwhelm Confucianism back then, apart from the extremely powerful Duke Xiaoyao, was the three great talents cultivated by Duke Xiaoyao.

Each of these three people has the appearance of the master of the palace, and each of them has the talent of smiling proudly at the same generation.

After having no scruples, the four major Confucian classics doctors joined forces, and Lu Daoxuan felt boundless pressure, especially the Luanfeng in the picture of Hanzhi Laifeng has been accepted by Yan Jianyuan.

But how can Lu Daoxuan, who must do everything, have only one Tianpin painting, and the second volume is taken out of the book tube.

This one can be regarded as a gigantic painting. The scroll is a hundred meters long, and the paintings on it are actually three kinds of giant pythons in different poses!
After seeing the painting of the three-headed giant python, not only the doctors of the Pentateuch, but also those powerful and powerful people who watched the battle were a little embarrassed, especially when they smelled a strong and pungent smell from the painting, Even if they are far apart, they are clearly distinguishable, the smell of blood!

"It's not good for Yan Jianyuan to offend anyone with the forbidden technique of the Wenfu, but he wants to offend Lu Daoxuan..."

Guan Jizhai sighed repeatedly and shook his head.

"Lu Daoxuan will do everything, especially good at painting birds and beasts, but how did he include these fierce beasts in his paintings? Even if Confucianism can win this time, he will definitely pay a heavy price, unless Ji Li makes a move."

But when Ji Li made a move, neither the Wen Mansion nor the Confucian Mansion would have any way out, only one battle!
Three giant pythons emerge from the painting, each of which is tens of miles long.

One of the giant pythons has a black body and a green head; the other is wearing heavy armor, with two horns on its head, and the horns contain thunder; the three have human faces and snake bodies, and are all red.

These three giant pythons are not like painting spirits, but more like real extremely fierce giant beasts in the world. They are even more realistic than the paintings made by the Heling Technique, and their momentum is closer to the painted fierce pythons.

"Batian Python of Beidi Jishui, Daye Lei Ze Mingying, Zhongshan God!"

These three giant pythons can be said to be the top giant pythons among the snake clan in Yuling Continent. Each of them is a rare and fierce beast in the world. Even a strong person of their level may not dare to fight one of them alone. , but now there are three heads!

Moreover, they are distributed in the north and south of the Yuling Continent, but as a painter, Lu Daoxuan has been to countless places and stayed in these places for many years. The crazy python swallows the sky map.

Yan Jianyuan's heart sank to the bottom, but he could only bite the bullet and fight.

As soon as the three-headed python appeared, the Confucian scholars under the Xuanling Realm were overwhelmed by its ferocious aura, and it was difficult to even move.

"go"

Lu Daoxuan pointed with one hand, and the three giant pythons began to wreak havoc in the Confucian Mansion, and the goose lake was almost flattened by Zhong Shanshen with its huge snake tail.

If it wasn't for those strong men at the palace master level, I'm afraid that even the attics by the side of the goose lake to watch the battle would be destroyed in one fell swoop.

"Since Senior Brother Lu doesn't care about affection, don't blame me."

As No. 1 in Purple Ribbon Tsing Yi and Doctor of Five Classics, Yan Jianyuan's strength is equally terrifying.

As the scroll unfolded, wind, thunder, sun and moon appeared side by side in the blue sky, terrifying spiritual pressure filled the entire space, chains of blue light descended and entangled the raging Batian python.

Tan Qianqiu, Huang Xinqi, Meng Zhongsun, and the three also suppressed the two giant pythons and Hanzhibishu within a controllable range, but it will take a lot of effort to completely eliminate them.

"Master Lu, I have an inscription praising snakes!"

Seeing that Lu Daoxuan was at a disadvantage, Jiang Greed was also a little impatient. These people were fighting for him, so how could he just stand by and watch.

"Read" Lu Daoxuan took out his pen and said.

"When it rises, it is there, and the wind is different. It can swallow giant elephants, and it can grow around hanging gardens!"

Jiang Greed recited it, and Lu Daoxuan wrote it directly on the painting. The inscription is [-]%, which has a strong blessing effect on the painting spirit, especially the inscription written by Lu Daoxuan himself.

The trapped batian snake was even more fierce, and its size more than doubled. The snake's body had the potential to sweep across Xihe. This inscription put Meng Zhongsun under a lot of pressure.

"Yuhanyao inspected the Taisi, remember when he was holding the collar. Half of the dragons and snakes are good fortune, and the basket is full of mountains and gods!"

Jiang Greed wrote three painting poems in a row, and the fighting power displayed by the mad python swallowing the sky map is horrifying, and he is even breaking free from the shackles of the four doctors of Confucianism.

At this moment, Jiang Greed's spiritual power is almost empty, even if he is allowed to fight, he can't show much fighting power, so he simply started to write an inscription. In addition to helping Lu Daoxuan, Zhao Suixian's picture of the Five Mountains also lacks an excellent inscription poetry.

"Zhao Suixian..."

Jiang Greed yelled, and Zhao Suixian immediately understood what he was going to do, and had already taken out the pen from the book tube to stain the ink.

"What about Mrs. Dai Zong, Qi and Lu are still young. Good fortune bells are beautiful, yin and yang cut dawn and dusk. The chest is full of stratus clouds, and the canthus is like a returning bird. You will be the top of the mountain, and you will see all the small mountains."

(End of this chapter)