"Swish! clang!"

The long sword collided with the pen, and made a sonorous sound. The two forces were competing with each other, and the sharp airflow roared away.

The middle-aged man looked at the child in front of him and saw that what he showed was the power of foundation building, so he snorted and smiled: "Hmph! Just a foundation building monk! Let's see how I can put you into the painting!"

As the sound fell, the pen rod turned, and the spiritual power surged and a stream of air rushed towards Tang Ning. Tang Ning quickly hid and saw him holding the brush and painting in the void. When the spiritual power flashed, a ferocious beast that was outlined by his strokes rushed out of the void and roared at Tang Ning and bit it.

"roar!"

Seeing the ferocious beast rushing towards him, Tang Ning's sword light flashed, and a sword that condensed spiritual power slashed at the ferocious beast that was rushing towards him at an unsightly speed. The sharp sword aura was chopped down, and the middle-aged man laughed: "Hahahahaha! Useless! The ferocious beast I drew was not afraid..."

Before he could finish his words, the sword cut the ferocious beast he drew into two sides, as if something had dissipated from the ferocious beast. The next moment, the ferocious and bloodthirsty beast disappeared in front of him like light and shadow.

"This, how is this possible!"

He shouted again in shock, it was not a real beast, how could the sword energy kill it!

Tang Ning turned his sword, pointed to the ground slantedly, looked at the middle-aged man with a shocked face, and said, "There is nothing impossible in this world!" After saying that, a small figure flew past like a whirlwind and attacked the middle-aged man.

Her tricky sword skills, coupled with her small body and extremely fast speed, her cold attack caught the middle-aged man off guard and was scratched by the shoulders. The stinging feeling made him relieve his mind and quickly attacked.

The two of them fought back and forth. Qi Mufeng, who was overwhelmed the pain on his body, quickly put away the paintings. When he walked to the wall on the other side, he saw an airflow coming. He quickly squatted down to avoid it, but saw that the bang destroyed a painting.

In the painting that fell in front of him was a middle-aged man looking at the scene with his hands behind his back. At this time, the painting was bleeding because the character was hit by the airflow, and the whole painting was quickly dyed red.

As the painting was dyed red, the characters inside gradually turned into a light smoke and disappeared without a trace, leaving only the blood on the painting...

"Is this dead?" Qi Mufeng's throat tightened. If Master Tang had not rescued him, wouldn't he have not even been able to leave his dead body?

Seeing that there was still fighting, he quickly put away the remaining paintings and then stepped aside to look at them. The more he looked, his eyes flashed.

The middle-aged man was a Jindan monk, and Master Tang should only be a foundation-building monk. However, after a long battle, he did not lose. Instead, he became more and more brave as he fought, forcing the middle-aged monk to retreat step by step, and several wounds were added to his body.

At this moment, he couldn't help but wonder: What is Master Tang's origin? How could he be so powerful at a young age?

At this moment, with a swish, the brush in the middle-aged man's hand was cut off by the sharp sword in the hand of Master Tang. The brush flew out and stabbed into the wall not far away with a swish, nailing it there like an iron nail. Perhaps it was too powerful, the entire wall cracked and cracked, and then fell down with a loud bang.
Chapter completed!