Beauty's Personal Physician

"Are you planning to give up fighting?" Standing outside the landscape of mountains and rivers, Hong Zifan secretly heaved a sigh of relief, and the confidence on his face grew stronger.

He originally thought that the kid would launch a counterattack when he withdrew, but now it seemed that the other party was at the end of his rope, and he couldn't even seize the last chance.

Although if Yang Di fights back, he also has corresponding tricks to deal with it, but Yang Di did nothing, which still surprised him.

"The ground is a prison, so it may not be able to trap me." Yang Di was still calm, smiling faintly.

"Then show some skills!" Hong Zifan sneered, waving the jade pen in his hand, and outlined a large Dao pattern.

boom!

Accompanied by the splashing of those dao patterns, the scene in the landscape of mountains and rivers trembled violently in the next moment.

Visible to the naked eye, huge mountains swayed in the painting, and then began to collapse. Numerous cracks appeared on the ground, and the rivers stopped flowing, as if they were going through a catastrophe.

The mountains and rivers are broken!

The scene that Hong Zifan interpreted at this moment completely explained the terrifying scene of these four characters.

Although those scenes were all confined to the painting environment, they were still terrifying, as if they were actually there, full of fear.

In fact, no one knows the power of this method better than Yang Di who is in it.

Yang Di could feel that with the intensification of disintegration and fragmentation of rivers and mountains, even the space around him seemed to be torn apart.

His body stood there, as if he had been robbed along with him, and there was hardly any way out.

Yang Di admitted that if he had faced such killing methods earlier, he would have been in a very bad situation. Even if he could break free, he would have to pay a high price.

If it is an ordinary monk of the eighth realm, even if hundreds of people and thousands of people stand here, they will not be able to fight anything.

The strength of this Hong Zifan is astonishing. He claimed to be able to defeat the strong man who is half-step away from the dust. Now it seems that what he said is true!

In an instant, many people around held their breath and paid close attention to everything that happened on the battlefield. That mysterious scene, for some senior monks, has the help of enlightenment, and they may be able to peek out some mysteries from it, which will be of great benefit!

On the magic boat of the fairy courtyard, the master Yukong and others were also watching intently. They all knew that the boy was hiding something, but they needed to come up with extraordinary means to fight against this kind of predicament.

"See what you're fighting with me!" Hong Zifan was naturally very satisfied with his masterpiece, and with the power of his wonderful brush painting, he became more and more proud and confident, as if he was already invincible.

But at the same time, Yang Di, who was trapped in the terrifying scene, also moved. He danced his sword out of thin air, and every move was unpredictable.

"What is this kid doing?" An elder from the Celestial Clan was suspicious.

Not only him, but many people present couldn't see the clue, because in the eyes of many people, Yang Di didn't even have a target at the moment, but seemed to be showing off his sword skills.

"It seems that he has lost his way, so he can only bluff so as not to lose too much." Some people joked and laughed, especially Mo Tianfang and those who were close to Mo Tianfang were even more rejoicing.

However, the expressions of several important figures present, as well as a few people, suddenly became dignified.

A strange color flashed in Yan Cheng's eyes, and he whispered in a low voice: "He is actually imitating the opponent's routine. Is this trying to break the way?"

"It has this kind of smell, but it's not that simple." The silver-haired old man whispered, his old eyes narrowed slightly.

Now, even big shots like them admit that that young man is very unusual, and he was seriously underestimated before.

During the battle, seeing Yang Di dancing sword like that, Hong Zifan's expression froze, and he immediately snorted coldly: "Dongshi imitates me!"

The simple four words did not conceal the strong meaning of ridicule. In fact, even the big shots present did not think that Yang Di could succeed despite their astonishment.

The so-called breaking the way with the way is to return the way of the other to the other in actual combat. To put it bluntly, it is to use the opponent's tricks to counterattack the master. In the era when self-cultivation prevailed in ancient times, many people with great fortune have explored this way.

But this kind of state is very difficult to reach, the difficulty is beyond the subtlety of breaking moves, it requires a very high foundation of enlightenment to copy the opponent's moves in a very short period of time, and it is not suitable for any occasion.

There are not a few strong people who want to imitate "breaking the way with the way" in later generations, but the vast majority of them are not like dogs, not only has no substantive effect, but often loses valuable opportunities in the battle.

If Yang Di wants to copy this method now, he will face a great risk. First, he must see through the mystery of the opponent's magical brushwork, second, he must be able to deduce it by himself, and finally, he must ensure that the power of the shot is not inferior to the opponent.

But in the eyes of many people, Yang Di in the first ring is not good enough. If he does that, he will only make some strange things, and the result will be the end of his life and death.

However, under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes, the iron sword in Yang Di's hand suddenly changed again, and gradually became more misty and mysterious, completely breaking away from the framework of Hong Zifan's brushwork.

This is puzzling, but soon, a dark and boundless abyss emerged around Yang Di, like a crack between heaven and earth leading directly to the Nine Nether River.

"Look at me holding a sword against the sky, breaking all your illusions!"

The next moment, Yang Di let out a soft drink, raised his iron sword, pointed at the sky and painted the earth, and drew out a jaw-dropping sword.

When the sword was slashed, there was the sound of the roar of the dragon, and then the edge of the iron sword was blurred, and it was like a dragon's body soaring upwards.

boom!

In an instant, the scene of broken mountains and rivers completely collapsed, as if the original flat marks were lost under a terrible external force, and a scene of destruction appeared.

In the painting environment, meteorites are falling all over the sky, mountains and rivers are sinking into the earth, and everything is dying!

Yang Di was in it, as if standing in the vast world, unmoving.

puff!

At the same time, Hong Zifan, who was not far away from the painting, spurted out blood, staggered back a few big steps, his eyes were full of shock and unwillingness.

He couldn't believe that all of this was true, that kid actually used such a feat to crack his magic pen!

As for the crowd watching this battle, they were speechless for a long time. Those who were still rejoicing just now turned pale and almost cried out.

"That's the power of Tianshi..." After stabilizing his body, Hong Zifan suddenly thought of something, and shouted angrily, "How is it possible, this is impossible, how can you borrow the power of Tianshi, it's impossible..."

He seemed to have gone crazy, and it was hard to express the shock and frustration in his heart at this moment.

Because at that moment just now, he clearly sensed a force that surpassed the realm of Miaobihua.

The wonderful brushwork in his hand deduces the land and rivers, borrowing the majestic power of "geography", and he is not very proficient, even so, it is enough to be praised in this world.

But in the end this method failed completely, and it was clearly lost to something similar.

In the heaven and the earth, there is the existence of "potential", which is a kind of innate field rule with infinite mystery, and it is difficult for ordinary people to pry into the slightest.

There is also the power of the sky above the terrain. What Hong Zifan noticed just now is the terrifying majestic power, but he knows that power does not belong to him, because in his realm, he has never touched the power of the sky. field.

There is no doubt that this power comes from his opponent, but in this era, how could anyone be able to "borrow" the power of heaven?

According to ancient legends, that is already at the level of the god-level domain. Could it be that this kid is a young god-level creature? This is absolutely impossible?

Hong Zifan almost fell into madness, staring at Yang Di with ferocious eyes, as if he wanted to tear Yang Di apart, and probed inch by inch.

"This stinky boy really has a peerless fortune in the land of burial of souls!" Headmaster Yukong exclaimed in a low voice, also feeling unbelievable.

The other important figures present also remained silent for a long time, and were obviously shocked.

That power is far from being able to threaten them, but the source of that power is daunting and unattainable.

In the distant sky, there was also an emotional fluctuation in the cloud and mist that was filled with monster aura, and there was a faint sound of surprise floating out.

"I saw an old dragon just now, so it could be..." Xu Bai swallowed his saliva and muttered softly.

"Don't talk nonsense!" Xuelin glared at him, preventing him from continuing.

Xu Bai shrank his neck, and immediately closed his mouth, Su Su and the others also kept this secret.

Mansha glanced at them, also secretly surprised, already guessing some clues.

From ancient times to the present, the heavenly souls are mythical existences, and the dragon souls in the heavenly souls are enough to make an era crazy about it. Unexpectedly, in this era of withered cultivation, that little thief would still have this opportunity.

Under the attention of all parties, Yang Di flicked his fingers, and all the light and shadow around him were completely annihilated.

Then he walked forward coldly with the iron sword in his hand, every step he took seemed to be in harmony with the aura of heaven and earth, indescribably elegant.

But to Hong Zifan, that was like the pace of death.

"You..." After going crazy for a while, Hong Zifan finally came to his senses, his spine was chilled, and he felt the threat of death.

"I know you still have some tricks you haven't revealed, but to me, you have no chance."

Yang Di raised his iron sword and pointed at the opponent indifferently. At this moment, he seemed to have an invincible demeanor.

That kind of temperament made many young people present inexplicably terrified, as if they were looking up at a statue that was born holy, and it was difficult to look directly at it!

Even Yan Cheng, the holy son of the Yu clan, finally became serious. From now on, he already believed that this was a strong opponent.

Just now Yang Di was able to borrow the "Tianshi" supernormally, which is indeed related to the soul of the dragon. This is also the first time that Yang Di has used the power from the dragon soul...

In the distance, many strong men in Motianfang were very nervous, and the old people who usually served Hong Zifan were even more terrified.

Feeling the chill emanating from the iron sword, Hong Zifan gritted his teeth and struggled for a while, then sighed, "You're right, I've already lost..."

After uttering these words, this young man with a wonderful pen seemed to have been haggard for ten years in an instant. The previous arrogance and fortitude on his face were no longer there, and there was a kind of loneliness that he had no love for life.

The aura from his body dissipated, and he stood there with blank eyes, as if he had given up all futile struggles, quietly waiting to die under the opponent's sword.

Many strong people present sighed endlessly. It is by no means an ordinary blow to make a contemporary hero so desperate.