Even so, the qi of the people in the painting are connected together, which is extremely terrifying. With their figures flashing continuously, they all attack Gu Han!

"Junior sister takes action!"

"Junior sister is serious!"

"Junior sister is going to win!"

"Junior sister...eh?"

Suddenly, everyone seemed to have seen something unbelievable. The expressions on their faces froze, and the cheers stopped.

I don’t know when.

There was a sea of ​​swords in the sky. The sea of ​​swords was like an abyss, and its sharp edges were fully displayed. In just the blink of an eye, it completely overshadowed the atmosphere of the scroll, weighing heavily on everyone's hearts.

"this……"

The elders no longer cared about hating Gu Han. They looked at the sea of ​​swords and were dumbfounded!

"Is there such a sword cultivator?"

All Linxian Sect disciples were dumbfounded.

"This is not playing with a sword."

One disciple murmured to himself, "This is a joke..."

On the contrary, Linxian Sect Master suddenly had a gleam of light in his eyes!

Zhuang Yuchen's feelings are the most real.

Within the scope of the sword sea, the overbearing sword intent flew in all directions, driving away all her painting intentions. Although the brush was still in her hand, it weighed ten thousand kilograms, making it difficult for her to paint every stroke!

Buzz!

Suddenly.

The ten thousand swords trembled together, and instantly turned into streams of light, just like the strong wind sweeping away the fallen leaves, drawing all the figures in the painting into it. With just a slight twist, all the figures disappeared, and the beautiful scene

Huan, the map of mountains and rivers, which is both real and illusory, is also full of devastation, and is torn apart by the sea of ​​swords!

brush!

Among the scattered sword intentions, one happened to pass by Zhuang Yuchen twice, and the veil was split into two.
Chapter completed!