Reading to Become a God

Transfer! "

Ling Hu Yue'er drank a glass of wine in a low voice, and the shadow in the pen came to Han Lun's point. Han Lun hurriedly poured out his energy and set up a shield in front of his body. Linghu Yue'er smiled, and the brush was immediately on the shield, and a wave of spiritual power spread very strongly. The impact of force hit the bladder on both sides, and suddenly, a layer of water wave pattern appeared on the bladder. But after just a few flashes, everything was back to normal.

At this time, Han Lun had a collision of spiritual power with Wo Hu face to face, and suddenly felt that this fox girl was not just an arrogant lady as she imagined. Her strength has always been strong, but one movement was only at the mental level, but Han Lun felt that she did not fully use her strength. Han Lun suddenly became nervous. It seemed that Linghu Yue'er was not blindly confident. She was a strong force, and this power might be even greater than him.

Suddenly, Hu Yusen's drawing began to change, and the point suddenly pressed down in front of the pen on Hanlon's shield, as if writing on a piece of paper. Ling Huyue's hand brushed down hard, and Han Lun felt that the pen suddenly had a strong spirit in front of him, as if the strokes were not the marks of a stroke, but the marks of a knife. The huge brush seemed to become a blue dragon-moon sword, suddenly breaking through his defense line.

Calligraphy pays attention to the center of the pen, so that the words can be spirited, straight and powerful. And this sentence also seems very bright and fresh. No wonder this fox girl from Ouyang Tong seems to be true. Without such high attainments in calligraphy, it would be possible to closely combine calligraphy and martial arts. This move seems to be a style created by Hu Yue'er myself. There is darkness and light, which catches people off guard.

Han Lun's shield was broken, and the shape quickly retreated, but Linghu Yue'er was a spinning figure, with a floating figure. The brush of the shadow was like a long sword in his hand, and the tip of the pen was like a sword, pointing at Han Lun's The eyebrows snap together quickly. Taking a step back, both of them were extremely light. Han Lun's feet touched the ground and drew a long line, making the fox's toes step on the grass tips. He took a step forward, but the grass blades moved slightly and he couldn't even touch the ground. .

Looking back at the corner of the wall, Han Lun's figure jumped onto the wall, passed the pedal, and then jumped off Linghu's head, hitting her spiritual paintbrush hard with a chapter knife. With a spark, Han Lun fell to the ground. But as soon as he fell to the ground, he saw the burrs of my tiger. Han Lun hurriedly waved his knife to resist, but suddenly, the huge shadow disappeared, and a stronger force resisted Han Lun's knife, which immediately bent for half a minute.

Han Lun's eyes were fixed on the blade of his knife, which was the edge of the brush. Han Lun was surprised. The softest part of the pen is the front of the pen, but now the pen feels like a stylus. However, the brush does not disperse the energy to the soft edge of the brush. It can be as hard as a sword and soft as the brush. You can change the shape at will, holding a pen as if you are holding hundreds of thousands of blades. But like this, it should have the ability to control how powerful it is to do so.

Han Lun played several rounds with it and found that Hu Yuzi's power was almost in the middle of the dark border line, and he was not much different. The fight suddenly went from an unsuspecting contest to a close one.

A force came from Han Lun's heels. The left hand bounced off the knife. The bent shell knife, like a complete bow, immediately restored the fox's strength, and at the same time, her shape suddenly receded. Han Lun felt like he was kicked hard in the chest, and both of them were knocked out of shape.

Linghu Yue'er's figure floated far away, and suddenly stepped hard on a piece of grass. Then her figure rose up, passed through a clump of branches, stepped on the laughing branch, and finally fell a little in front of a tree in Hanlun. . Her toes gently touched the leaves. The wind moved, the leaves moved, and her shape also swayed with the leaves. It was as if she were a dragonfly and weighed nothing at all. The light leaves of the tree were like the earth beneath her feet.

Han Lun sighed: "This physical method!" It's amazing. "

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