Strongest Naruto Swordsman

Speaking of which, this crypt is actually not long, and Nangong Zhe has reached the deepest point of the crypt in a short while.

There is a not-so-large Space deep in the crypt, but it is barely placed on a stone table, a stone bench, and a rolled scroll is placed on the stone table.

“This … is a bit shabby compared to the first 3 levels …”

Compared with the huge forest in the first 3 levels, the real and incomparable Illusory Domain, and the endless long road covered by Flame, the simple crypt space here looks rather shabby and rustic.

Nangong Zhe’s eyes flew to the axis of painting on the stone table. Presumably this is the painting made by Li Yun’s predecessor?

Step by step to the stone table, sitting on the stone bench.

Nangong Zhe reached out and held the scroll in his hand.

A different kind of aura escaped from the drawing axis, and aura with iron blood and Murderous aura rushed directly to Nangong Zhe.

Sure enough, the axis of painting left by his predecessor is nothing ordinary.

Nangong Zhe unfolded the drawing axis in his hand. Iron blood aura and murderous aura finally lost the last Level 1 bondage, just assaults the senses.

This so-called ‘painting’ is really not a painting.

It’s just a simple ink mark, just like a person wielding it.

“Is this your own painting in the mouth of Senior Li? It’s really simple …”

Nangong Zhe Slightly tsukkomi After a moment’s drawing of Lili, he stared at this ink mark.

But there is no feeling at all, just like a simple painting.

Just as Nangong Zhe looked at the ink marks on the painting, a decaying aura emanated continuously from below the painting axis.

Under the action of decaying aura, the white paper quickly became dry yellow, and then slowly turned into dark brown, as if weathered, and even slowly decomposed.

“Is this the so-called time limit? Either you can understand the real meaning of this ink mark in time, or you have lost the trace of the painting axis directly. Then you challenge yourself?”

Nangong Zhe can understand how the ‘time limit’ in Lili’s predecessor realized it.

I tried to inject my Inner Strength into the painting axis, but the painting axis didn’t react at all, just like the most common painting axis.

“Not Inner Strength?”

Nangong Zhe whispered in his mouth. Since it is impossible to discover the found mystery only by naked eyes, then there must be any key in existence to make people discover the secret in the painting axis.

Inner Strength or spiritual energy?

I also tried to attach my own spiritual energy to the painting axis, and the gentle spiritual energy soon penetrated into every fine structure of the painting axis.

Still no response.

After Nangong Zhe tried 2 such Strengths, the drawing axis has been eroded by the decaying aura, which is almost one of somewhat. Many places have already disappeared.

Li 谪 … Heavenly Tribulation Sword … Sword … sword aura …

Nangong Zhe thinks hard and thinks about a long time and seems to have neglected what he should think of most.

That is the sword most enthusiastic from the predecessor, isn’t it sword aura that is most closely related to the sword?

But can such a fragile paper really withstand the violent sword aura?

Nangong Zhe doesn’t know, but Nangong Zhe can only think of such a choice.

There is no way, I can only inject the tiny aura of my own within-the-body sword aura create into the drawing axis.

What is sword aura? Master offense, a kind of energy that the master kills.

Although Nangong Zhe only created a few rays of sword aura, the effect is very significant.

Sword aura and originallyally suddenly formed a different relationship when the rotten atmosphere eroded the painting axis. The rotten atmosphere became more intense under the stimulation of sword aura, and sword aura also seemed to feel that it was against the rotten atmosphere Similarly, continuously decayingly devouring the air to feed itself, becoming more and more formidable.

“This is really…”

looked at the decaying and faster drawing axis, Nangong Zhe just wanted fiercely to tap his own head, how could he think of the idea of ​​injecting word aura into it?

What else?

What else has the closest relationship to Lijun’s predecessor?

Since it is not a sword, what is the favorite thing of Lili’s predecessor?

What Lijun liked …

酒？

Good wine?

Intoxicated Immortal Wine from Ao Yu Gourd, which Li Jun gave to himself?

Although the option of wine seems a bit ridiculous, at this moment, the erosion of the shaft speed getting faster and faster is too late to allow Nangong Zhe to calmly consider the mystery.

Nangong Zhe backhanded Ao Yu Gourd behind him, biting open the stopper that sealed Gourd’s mouth with his mouth. The liquor was directly sprinkled on the picture.

This is already the last attempt of Nangong Zhe, and also the last possible attempt of Nangong Zhe to pass such a level.

The liquor was slowly saturated with ink marks, but it was instantaneous, the ink marks had changed from black to a color with some blood color.

“Do you do this?”

Nangong Zhe originally used dead horses as living horse doctors to sprinkle Intoxicated Immortal Wine on the painting axis. I did not expect that there were some effects.

“Sure enough … this level is really more miserable than the previous ones. The Disciple with the Blood cloak to carry out such a serious trial will bring wine, especially Intoxicated Immortal Wine, where no one knows how to make it Come here? Without Intoxicated Immortal Wine, you ca n’t remove the ink marks on the painting axis. If you ca n’t remove the ink marks, how can you clear the customs? ”

Nangong Zhe just felt that the mind of this ancestor is indeed bad, isn’t this deliberately making things difficult?

“Hahahaha … 2 joys in life, but long sword and wine.”

Nangong Zhe’s ears suddenly faintly heard a sound, like a man singing with his sword while drinking.

Not only his ears, but also Nangong Zhe’s eyes seem to have a picture.

Although a person can’t see the silhouette, he has a sword in his hand.

Heavenly Tribulation Sword!

This must be Senior Li!

Li Ye in the picture is holding a writing brush, but it is not the posture of an average person writing, but rather like holding a sword.

A drop of ink dripped from the brush, but in the middle of the air, there was an invisible Strength forcibly dragging the ink drop to return it to the tip of the brush.

“Drawing? Writing? No one is my director, and I will only wield a sword in my life. Since I want to paint, I have to paint like a sword!”

Speaking, Liying’s imposing-manner, which had been slightly divergent due to drinking, had converged on split second.

Originally full of sharp eyebrows, at this moment has also converged like ordinary people.

That’s it, Lisao drew a brush on a piece of white paper in front of himself with a brush.

It is at this moment that Nangong Zhe’s detailed ink paintings!