My Evil Imperial Wife is Too Arrogant

After the draw, the referee's voice sounded:

"Xiao Junyao admires the smoke of the war building, and Chu Han lunkong."

"Si Nan fought on a cold night, and Luo Li was in the air."

After his voice fell, Lou Muyan got up and pushed open the stone door in front. At this time, Xiao Junyao had stood on the battle platform and looked at her with a smile.

She tapped her toes and jumped onto the stage.

"Miss Lou, we did meet again." Xiao Junyao was not surprised, as if he had expected it long ago.

Lou Muyan smiled and said, "young master Xiao is all right. Let Muyan experience young master Xiao's unique skills today."

She had hoped to fight Xiao Junyao before, mainly because she was curious about the psychic body and wanted to see it in person.

"Ha ha, Xiao has long wanted to compete with Miss Lou." Xiao Junyao laughed heartily.

This time, an old man was still sitting on the pillar. He looked at them and said expressionless, "now the game begins, the rules are the same as before."

After he finished, Xiao Junyao arched his hand at Lou Muyan: "Miss Lou, please."

"Good!"

Each of them mobilized Yuan Li in his body. Xiao Junyao took out a brush, painted several French seals in the air and splashed ink at will. Several ink fonts with Yuan Li rotated and hit Lou Mu Yan straight.

Lou Mu Yanzi was surprised that Xiao Junyao was a Confucian monk.

There is a sense of righteousness in his condensed Yuan Li font. This kind of skill is very rare in this continent, but it belongs to a separate skill in the cultivation world.

Lou Muyan stepped back and waved her hands like butterfly wings. The speed was too fast for people to see her movements.

Then a string of jade runes were drilled out of her body and connected into a rune belt, which tightly bound the words and blocked them in the air.

Xiao Junyao still had a gentle smile on his face. His two fingers pointed towards the brush. The brush continued to splash ink in the air. Ink strokes were freely combined in the air. Finally, he drew a realistic landscape painting, which was hidden in the air.

The towering mountain in the painting immediately seemed to be alive. After he injected yuan force, it flew out of the painting and landed on the top of Lou Muyan.

Lou Muyan saw that he was so proficient in the use of Confucian Taoism, and also understood what Mo Yan said before that there was no bottleneck for the psychic body to learn some techniques.

Although Xiao Junyao's Confucianism and Taoism have not yet achieved great success, it can be used to such an extent at this age. In the immortal world, it can only be performed by monks at the end of the pill period.

Her eyes were bright, her lips were filled with a smile of appreciation, and a green flute appeared in her hand.

She put the green flute on her lips and blew it gently. A melodious and cheerful note jumped out of the flute. The mountain that had fallen to the top of her head danced with the flute.

The flowers, plants and trees in the landscape painting also swing with the rhythm of the flute, like dancing happily.

Xiao Junyao's face changed. Naturally, he heard that the sound of the flute had the effect of bewitching. Just now, he almost fell into that kind of joy. If he hadn't taken the treasure with him, he would have lost.

The swordsmen in front of the crystal wall were stunned.

"Is this really a war? How do I feel like playing chess, calligraphy and painting?"

"Yes! Lou Muyan can even attack with sound waves. This talent is too rebellious."

"Xiao Junyao's most powerful Confucianism and Taoism seems to be on her hands."

On the stage, Xiao Junyao's eyes changed. He seemed to have made a decision. He kept making seals on his chest and reciting silently.

Then he poured his energy into the brush still waving in the air.

The brush flashed instantaneously. As soon as the painting style changed, the wind blades were drawn from his pen and broke through the air.

This wind blade is not like an ordinary sword wind blade, but with incomparable frost. The brush keeps on, and the wind blade keeps on.

Then the brush was hooked, and a cold wind blew and roared. It didn't look like a painted scene at all, but all condensed into an entity.

"The dual attributes of wind and ice are really good, but not enough." Lou Muyan gave a loud chuckle. As soon as the music wind turned, a golden Iron Horse Song poured out of the flute.

The ink painting dancing in the air gradually disappeared on the stage with the change of her music style.

Then she took back the flute in her hand, and ten golden lights flashed out of her sleeve and stood directly in front of her.

When the wind blade mixed with the cold wind hit, she tied several Dharma Seals and quickly broke into the flying sword.

The ten flying swords seemed to be alive for a moment, and sent out a burst of buzzing. They kept dancing in the air, faster and faster. Finally, the golden light flickered and waved like golden wings on the flying swords.

Ten golden swords gradually increased in the rapid rotation, and finally turned into a hundred golden butterflies flapping their wings and rushed towards the wind blade.

The two collided, regardless of up and down for a moment, but at this time, Lou Muyan moved.

She took a quick step, her figure flickered on the platform, and patted Xiao Junyao with one palm.

Xiao Junyao has a strong fighting power in Taoism, but his physical strength is much different from that of Lou Muyan. While he wants to control the brush to make wind blades, he wants to avoid the palm wind of Lou Muyan, which is unbearable.

I had expected that Lou Muyan was not simple. I didn't expect that she had so many means. The tricks she used in the war with him today had never been shown at all, which made him defenseless.

Lou Muyan's mental strength is very strong. It's nothing to use three things at all. She keeps flashing around around Xiao Junyao with instant steps.

Every time Xiao Junyao used his mental strength to find out the body shape, took out his long sword and cut it, all the shadows were cut down.

Suddenly, Xiao Junyao felt a strong breath behind him. He knew that the result of turning around was defeat. He hurriedly lifted his feet and moved to the side. Who knew that a jade Rune belt came out from the soles of his feet and grabbed his feet tightly.

"Poof!" a palm fell, and Xiao Junyao loosened the jade belt that grabbed his foot behind the middle palm.

He stepped back for more than ten meters, but when he was about to go underground, he pinched the formula in his hand, and an ice wall suddenly blocked his body behind him.

Lou Muyan is not disappointed. Xiao Junyao's understanding of ice attribute elements has obviously touched Dacheng's barrier, which is much stronger than the warm wind.

She stretched out a hand to the ice wall that Xiao Junyao hit. Fireballs the size of a washbasin fell heavily, one after another, without any rest.

The ice wall was soon cracked by fireballs and melted into water vapor. Xiao Junyao was embarrassed to avoid the fireballs falling from his head.

At this time, the golden butterflies waving their wings waved their wings more quickly and rushed to the wind blade, which was twisted by the cold wind.

Xiao Junyao has spent a lot of effort. At this time, it is difficult to continue to control the brush.

Lou Muyan seized the opportunity, hooked his lips and smiled, put his hands together and separated again.

A cane made by Mu yuan's strength suddenly appeared under the stage. It quickly wrapped Xiao Junyao's feet and pulled hard.

Standing on the edge of the stage, Xiao Junyao was attacked by fireballs and golden butterflies. Unable to defend himself, he was pulled down by vines.