In the end, Tian Jue did not choose to wake up the Iron-faced Scholar.

Because he knew very well that with the power Chu Yan was showing now, even with the addition of a tough-faced scholar, they still couldn't win.

This time they came here originally to prevent Qin Qian from practicing San Gong, but no one expected Chu Yan San Gong.

If they want to win this battle now, they must find a breakthrough.

The scholar with the iron mask is their breakthrough point.

Everyone is in the San Gong realm, so we know very well that after reaching the San Gong realm, it is actually very difficult to make progress, and once you can make progress, any step is a huge step.

So the two of them now place their hopes on the scholar with a tough face.

The tough-faced scholar kept his eyes closed. He held the brush in one hand, but he still didn't draw anything.

There was darkness before his eyes, and he could not see the light.

As a painter who mainly copies, his paintings are actually very similar, and he can even make the fake look real.

But the resemblance he drew mainly relied on his eyes. Now that he lost his eyes, it made him a little panicked, even scared.

The sudden darkness made him seem like he couldn't draw anything anymore and didn't know how to draw.

"Draw with your eyes and draw with your heart..."

"The eye of the mind...where is the eye of the mind? What should a painting drawn with the heart look like? Do I paint myself? What do I look like?"

The hard-faced scholar's thoughts were racing wildly.

He suddenly felt a little confused.

He didn't know how to put pen to paper.

He recalled what Chu Yan said.

It seems simple, but it is very difficult to do it.

Painting a tiger's skin is difficult to paint its bones.

Why is it difficult to draw bones?

Bones cannot be seen with the naked eye.

You can only feel it with your heart.

The hard-faced scholar thought a little bit.

…

Boom!

On the battlefield.

Chu Yan was a little impatient. With a wave of his hand, the Heavenly Refining Divine Sword rose into the air, and then suddenly split open, turning into eight long swords in the blink of an eye.

It's just that this time the eight swords were separated and did not have independent attributes. Instead, the eight swords were still echoing each other, forming a huge sword formation directly above Chu Yan's head.

As soon as the sword formation was formed, it seemed as if the heaven and earth were divided into two halves.

Chu Yan raised his head and used one finger as a guide, and the eight divine swords moved quickly as he pleased.

The eight swords that were separated this time were no longer a single force. He could even control the transformation of the power of the eight swords and quickly stab them towards Tian Jue and Qilin.

Qilin's expression changed, he roared, and transformed into a huge skeleton Qilin. Then he stepped hard with both feet, causing a huge flash flood to flow out.

Tian Jue transformed into a god. He took one step into the air and gently pressed down with his palms.

Click!

The next moment, the sky collapsed.

The sky seemed to be smashed to pieces by Tianjue, turning into meteorites falling down, quickly engulfing Chu Yan.

Chu Yan stood in it and let out a roar.

He allowed countless meteorites and flash floods to bury him.

puff!

But in an instant, dazzling rays of light were born among the rocks, and they stabbed out from the meteorite in an instant, and the entire meteorite suddenly turned into powder and scattered.

Chu Yan reappeared.

At this time, the god of war transformed by the iron-faced scholar came to kill again.

Chu Yan's fingers lightly hooked.

Poof!

A Heavenly Refining Divine Sword pierced through the back of the God of War, piercing directly through him.

The God of War also exploded and turned into countless ink.

Tian Jue and Qilin got together again, with gloomy expressions on their faces: "Damn it, we are both in the San Gong realm, how can he be so much better than us?"

Qilin didn't say a word because he couldn't figure it out. He had always thought that as long as he reached the San Gong realm, he would be almost invincible in the current creation period. As long as he couldn't take action at the critical point, who could kill him?

If he can't beat him, he can at least run away.

But it wasn't until he met Chu Yan today that he understood the truth. Even if he was in the San Gong realm, there was still suppression.

A world of difference.

Chu Yan waved his hand and looked up at the scholar with the iron mask.

I was still there with my eyes closed, holding the paintbrush in my hand, but I still didn't put it down.

This made Chu Yan gradually lose interest. He sighed: "If you lose your eyes, will you not be able to even do basic painting?"

He was a little disappointed. He originally wanted to test his idea through the scholar with the iron mask, but now it seems that he has no chance.

We can only talk about finding the God of Literature later.

He turned to look at Tian Jue and said calmly: "In that case, you can go and die."

As soon as he finished speaking, he took a step into the air.

Buzz!

The deafening sound of swords resounded across the sky and the earth.

8 swords flew out quickly, and then they all followed behind, dragging their long star tails.

Chu Yan went straight into the sky, as if he was about to fly out of the universe. He stopped in mid-air, stretched out his hand, and heard a sword strike!

8 swords in one.

He lowered his head and looked at Tian Jue and Qilin with disdain, condescendingly.

The expressions of both Tian Jue and the others darkened.

Because they discovered...

Its daybreak!

It’s like forever!

"It's that sword!" Tian Jue said in a low voice, "Back off!"

Qilin's pupils shrank, turned around and ran away.

Back then, the head of the Chen family and the head of the war palace died under this sword, but he still remembered it freshly.

The two people fled quickly.

However, the two people soon became desperate, because they found that no matter how fast they ran, they could not escape the speed of the sky shrouded in daylight.

In an instant, the two people were engulfed in countless white lights.

"No!!!"

Tian Jue roared: "Chu Yan, you can't kill us! You can't!"

Chu Yan sneered: "You don't appreciate the opportunity given to you to seal the mountain. If that's the case, then don't leave."

Then he held his sword and slashed down.

"No!!!"

The two people roared and tried their best to resist, but it was useless. The white sword light was indestructible, as if it could destroy everything.

Poof!

In the blink of an eye, the bodies of the two people were destroyed and stabbed with thousands of holes.

The souls of the two people flew out, but they were still disintegrating little by little.

"No, no!!! I don't want to die!"

Both of them panicked and were extremely frightened. The feeling of watching themselves die was so terrible.

Click!

But at this moment, a vision appeared.
To be continued...