The Myth Of Confucianism And Taoism Is The Holy

Chapter 1319 Forbidden Poems! “Jiang Xue”!

He set off instantly, rushed forward, and slammed his right hand at Xin with a heavy metal sleeve.

Xin’s pupils shrank suddenly, and his body trembled with strength, and he leaped back a step, barely evading the offensive, but fell directly to the ground in severe pain.

“Hahahaha!” Toss smiled, and came forward with a punch again. This time the letter could not hide him, and he was hit on his right arm with a punch.

The whole person was beaten four or five meters away and fell heavily to the ground.

Bu Feihua took a step forward and wanted to go to help, but he was held back by Sai.

“If you join the battle, the opponent will also stand between the two. Believe’Faith’, he will not be defeated by the opponent so easily.” Although Sai said so in his mouth, his right hand was already tightly grasped. brush.

Xin stumbled up from the ground, and the length of the white sword in his hand suddenly became longer and shorter again, which became elusive.

“Do you want to rely on this trick again?” Tos walked forward with a sneer, punched out, and slammed directly toward Xin’s door.

Xin raised his arm with difficulty, and the sword in his hand suddenly grew and violently collided with the metal sleeve on Tos’s arm.

With a “dang”, he used his sword to withstand the opponent’s attack, but it was extremely difficult.

“It’s useless.” Toss grinned, and the small hole in the metal sleeve of his arm suddenly began to emit harsh and sharp sound waves, which spread throughout the entire forest.

And the sound wave impact of this destruction system gradually became concentrated, all released towards Xin.

“My hand can amplify sound waves to the extreme, which is the so-called loudspeaker!”

“And the sound wave will not change because of the position of my arm, which means that when I touch you, through my chakra, I will definitely be able to catch the prey!”

Toss laughed arrogantly, while not forgetting to continue his scientific explanation.

“Ahhhhh!!!” Xin screamed in pain. This method was never touched by him in the Anbu. It turned out to be a direct attack on a person’s eardrum through sound waves!

This method is extremely unpredictable!

“Ninfa, super beast pseudo-painting!” Sai finally couldn’t wait, he took out the paintbrush in his hand and planned to paint on paper.

“Wait!” Bu Huan took a step forward, blocking him.

“What are you doing?” Sai asked, narrowing his eyes.

“Are you sure to stop his sonic attack?” Bu Fendi asked.

After Sai was silent for a moment, he shook his head.

“Lend me your scrolls and paintbrushes, I am sure to deal with him!” Bu Feihua nodded towards Sai, and said with great certainty.

Sai and Bu Feifan stared at each other, and Sai finally made up his mind, from handing the picture scroll and brush to Bu Feifan, and then stared at him to see what he wanted to do.

The reason why he chose to believe in Bu Extraordinary is also because the various ninjutsu demonstrated by Bu Extraordinary before are really weird, and the ghost knows what other methods he has?

Bu Feifan held the scroll with his literary spirit, suspended in mid-air, and gently picked up the paintbrush.

“It’s been a long time since I painted.” Bu Feifei raised his mouth slightly, and confidently drew the first stroke on the scroll.

From the moment he started painting, the whole person was completely immersed in the picture scroll in front of him. Anything around him, everything, fighting and danger has nothing to do with him.

At this time, he gave his own back to his partners, Sakura and Sai Kazunobu. All he had to do was to paint the paintings on this scroll! One painting is enough to turn things around and change the whole battle!

On this white scroll, several distant mountains suddenly appeared, set off against each other on the horizon, giving people a feeling of vastness.

But Bu Feihua drew downwards with the paintbrush in his hand, and a few strokes outlined a lake in the vicinity. The water surface was clear and calm, without even a trace of ripples.

Continuing to paint, Bu Feifei drew several bare and withered trees on the lakeshore. Since it was already winter, the sky was full of goose feathers and heavy snow, so there was thick snow on the shore.

Sajing was puzzled. He watched Bu Feihua create here, but he didn’t know what he was going to do, and he had never heard of such ninjutsu.

Bu Feihua took a deep breath, and the literary energy in his body was infused into the brush and scroll in his hand. He still has the last step to paint, which is also the most important part.

He stained the paintbrush in his hand with ink, and then gently dropped it toward the center of the lake.

Bu Feihua now contains a mysterious and unpredictable aura all over his body. The whole person is like a layman who has returned to the mountains, as if he does not belong to this world, and is about to turn into an immortal.

The last part of his pen is extremely slow, or it seems to be very slow, as if it has affected the order of time and space around him. The moment it falls on the canvas, it is as if hundreds of years have passed, through the endless eternity. Time.

This is a unique brushwork, called the time brushwork, which can give a painting a more unique soul!

Bu Feihua exhausted all his energy. On this calm lake, a small fishing boat was outlined. On the fishing boat, there was an old man wearing a lion and holding a fishing rod in his hand. He was extremely calm. Of fishing.

It was also at the position where his fishing line entered the water that several microwaves were rippling and spreading in the lake.

In an instant, a unique brilliance bloomed on this scroll, turning from red to orange, and from orange to yellow.

“Third rank paintings.” Bu Feifei took a deep breath, but the brush in his hand never stopped.

He wrote again in the blank space on the side, which turned out to be a poem:

“Thousands of mountains and birds flew extinct, and people disappeared in thousands of paths.”

“Boat PC World Weng, fishing alone trees and snow.”

At the moment when this poem was written, there seemed to be an independent temperament exuding from Bu Huanjiu’s body, and his whole person became cold and lonely a lot.

“Buzz…” The Confucian rhyme echo appeared, and it echoed three times in the air, extremely long and far-reaching.

This is a first-of-its-kind third-rank mortal poem, and what Bu Feihua has to do is to use poems into his paintings to give this “Jiang Xue” a more powerful effect!

At the moment when Bu Feihua wrote the words Jiang Xue, the picture scroll seemed to have acquired a soul, and the yellow light on it instantly bloomed and turned into a dazzling green.

After this painting merged with the poem, it faded away from the common rank and directly entered the ranks of immortals!

As for the role of this poem…

“”Jiang Xue”, forbidden!”

At this time, Bu Feihua raised his pen and drew a picture of fishing with a scorpionfish. He used the strokes of time to draw a flat boat on the vast lake, instantly making the picture bloom with yellow brilliance.

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