I really don't want to be a traitor

"What is the theme of the painting?" Fan Li asked.

"This……"

Mr. Yi Chuan really wanted to make his own proposition, so that he could have a greater advantage.

However, the crowd around him was raging, no matter how thick his skin was, there was a limit to it, and he did not dare to fight for the right to make a decision.

If Fan Li were to make the proposition, Mr. Yichuan would be afraid of suffering a loss.

He suddenly looked at Holy Master Hanyue.

This woman seems to be carrying a strange treasure, even he can't see through her cultivation?

But Yi Chuan at least saw that Han Yue was a swordsman, obviously not very proficient in Confucianism and Taoism.

He smiled and said: "How about asking this girl to write a composition and you and I to paint?"

Seeing Holy Lord Hanyue following Fan Li, the Confucian scholars thought that this suggestion was fair.

Fan Li was the most indifferent.

He nodded, and said to Hanyue: "I'm sorry to trouble you, let me come up with a topic."

"I?"

Han Yue frowned.

She knew nothing about Confucianism, let alone what subjects Fan Li was good at painting.

Although he wanted to help Fan Li, he couldn't ask directly.

"You can choose whatever you want." Fan Li saw that she was hesitant, so he said with a smile.

Holy Lord Hanyue nodded.

She thought for a moment and finally said one word according to her preference: "Sword!"

Title of the painting: Sword? !
Mr. Ikawa smiled.

The sword is the weapon of the gentleman and the weapon of the king.

There are almost no Confucian cultivators in the world who can't use a sword.

In other words, the higher the level of cultivation, the more thorough the understanding of swords.

Mr. Yichuan is at the first level of Hedao Realm, while Fan Li is at the third level of Foundation Establishment. The two realms are very different.

If you paint with a sword as the theme, doesn't it mean that the winner has been decided?
"Pen here!"

"Molai!"

"Paper!"

Mr. Yichuan was very high-spirited, but it was difficult for Zhu Ziyang to order him around.

After thinking for a while, he began to paint with a brush.

He is worthy of being in the Hedao realm!
As soon as the pen and ink fell on the end of the paper, there was sword energy and the sound of fighting was endless!
The Confucian scholars who were watching secretly exclaimed, thinking that Mr. Yichuan had real material after all.

Looking at Fan Li again?

But he folded his arms, lowered his head and meditated, and did not finish writing for a long time.

Time is passing by bit by bit.

Half an hour later, Mr. Yi Chuan's painting had already taken shape, but the rice paper spread out in front of Fan Li was blank.

Mr. Yichuan glanced at Fan Li opposite.

Ah!
this kid!
After all, you are too young, how can you compare to the years of experience that I have accumulated over the years?

Seeing that Fan Li did not move for a long time, Hanyue also became anxious.

She wanted to encourage Fan Li a few words, but seeing him frowning in thought, and fearing that she would interrupt the other's thoughts, she could only hold back.

In fact, Hanyue's worries are completely unnecessary.

Fan Li's past and present life, integrating the memories of the two lives, would he be ignorant?
Quite the opposite.

Taking sword as the topic, it's not that he has no ideas, but that he has too many ideas, and he doesn't know how to choose.

Killing a person in ten steps without leaving a thousand miles?
The hall is full of flowers and three thousand guests are drunk, and a sword freezes fourteen continents?

My sword is yours...ah, forget it.

suddenly!

Fan Li's heart lit up!
Since the topic is sword, why don't I draw the strongest sword in the world?
But, does this seem to be a bit of cheating?
Considering that his opponent was Mr. Yi Chuan, Fan Li had no mental barriers to cheating.

He glanced at his opponent sympathetically, and said in his heart: Old guy, you can only be considered unlucky to meet me this time.

"The painting is done!"

"Everyone, this is the "Hundred Soldiers Worshiping the Sword" made by me."

Almost at the same time that Fan Li started painting, Mr. Yi Chuan had already finished his work!
In an instant!
In Luming Academy, the sound of swords can be heard endlessly.

Several phantoms appeared and disappeared in the sky, all holding long swords, looking down at all living beings in the world like kings.

The Confucian scholars finally saw clearly the picture of "Hundred Soldiers Worshiping the Sword".

in the figure.

Hundreds of weapons were damaged or broken, and were in dilapidated condition.

Only a long sword is inserted into the top of the mountain, and the spike of the sword flutters in the wind, showing the king's calm demeanor.

"Zheng~~~~~~~~~~~!"

The sound of fighting came from the painting.

A huge golden long sword, with the scroll as the scabbard, was slowly pulled out and stood erected between heaven and earth.

"This is a gentleman's sword!"

"It is also the sword of the king!"

Mr. Yi Chuan laughed loudly, as if he had a chance to win.

All the Confucian scholars looked up at the golden giant sword, and really felt the urge to kneel down and worship it.

There is a huge gap in realm, and they have all been impressed by Mr. Yichuan's "Hundred Soldiers Worshiping Swords".

"Congratulations teacher! Congratulations teacher!"

"As soon as "A Hundred Soldiers Worshiping the Sword" was published, it would be difficult for any famous scholar in the world to have a painting that could surpass that of my teacher, let alone this kid?"

Zhu Ziyang flattered him immediately, and Mr. Yichuan's laughter became even more hearty!
Of all the people present, only Fan Li and Han Yue were not affected at all.

Han Yue glanced at the phantom of the giant sword, snorted coldly, her heart was full of disdain.

Gentleman's Sword?King's Sword?

Based on Han Yue's third-level Mahayana Realm understanding of kendo, this is at best the self-enhancing fantasy of kendo by sour scholars.

The sword is just a weapon for killing.

The way of the sword is just a way of killing.

With the long sword in hand, you can go forward indomitably and break everything, that's all!

Holy Master Hanyue has absolute confidence that if Mr. Yi Chuan competes with her at the same level, she can kill Mr. Yi Chuan within a hundred moves!

This is the difference between a true swordsman and a Confucian swordsman.

"Has Fan Li finished painting?"

Han Yue stopped paying attention to the phantom of the giant sword, and her eyes fell on Fan Li's painting.

The next moment!
She was shaking and couldn't stand upright! ?
Fan Li's painting actually made Han Yue feel that the foundation of kendo had been greatly impacted, and she lost her mind for a moment!

"What are you drawing!?" Han Yue couldn't help but screamed.

Her voice immediately attracted countless looks from around her.

But before Fan Li answered, the vision of heaven and earth had already formed!
The sky and the sea of ​​clouds seemed to have been chopped by a sword, and actually split into four pieces!

Every sea of ​​clouds is scarlet like blood.

In the depths of the sea of ​​clouds, there seemed to be countless huge figures, but they all looked like they were dying, emitting shrill screams that came and went in the distance!
All the Confucian scholars couldn't help but wonder, instead of the desirable fairyland in the sky, there was only a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood? !

Another strong wind blew up, causing people's cheeks to hurt.

The King's Sword, which was originally floating in mid-air, was crushed and smashed by the aura overflowing from Fan Li's painting!
In the scroll, there are four fierce sword intentions, as if they are about to break through the shackles of the paper at any time.

"You...what did you draw?!" Mr. Yichuan was shocked and angry, and couldn't help but stare at it with wide eyes.

Everyone also looked around anxiously.

Compared with the color change of heaven and earth, Fan Li's paintings are simply ordinary.

On a whole piece of rice paper, he only drew four swords with similar shapes.

It's not even like painting.

More like the sword mold drawings used to make swords?

Fan Li signed the four swords one by one.

"Execute...kill...jue...trap..."

Holy Master Hanyue read these four words with difficulty, resisting the feeling of a headache, and looked at Fan Li with questioning eyes.

What does it mean?
Fan Li glanced at her indifferently, then scanned the surrounding people.

"Please appreciate it, these are the Immortal Killing Sword, Immortal Killing Sword, Immortal Absolute Sword, and Immortal Trapping Sword, collectively known as the Four Immortal Killing Swords."

After a brief pause, Fan Li recited a poem:
"It's neither copper, nor iron, nor steel. It was once hidden under Mount Sumeru."

"You don't need to reverse the yin and yang, how can there be no water and fire to quench the edge?"

"Zhuxian is beneficial, killing immortals is dead, and trapping immortals glows red everywhere."

"The changes of the Juexian are infinitely wonderful, and the blood of the Daluo Immortal is dyed."