This hand is not good-looking. Not to mention that it is comparable to Li Xiu, even if it is compared with Zifei, it is far inferior.

Because the hand is very dark and rough, with a little big knuckles, it looks like I have been doing work in the field for a lifetime.

So it's not good-looking.

But this hand was very dangerous. The sunlight that was exploring the clouds was blocked behind him, and Si Leyan had no expression on his face.

But there is appreciation and respect in my eyes.

"It's really amazing to be able to make so many people willing to die for you."

He spoke, his voice softly.

But the everywhere was quiet, so the sound was heard very far. Whether it was Dahongpao, Chen Zhimo, or Li Wenxuan sitting in the carriage in the distance, they all heard it very clearly.

"The man on the yellow paper of the dignified grass actually ended up with a young man. Si Leyan, do you want shame?"

Chen Zhimo sat in the distance and said sarcastically.

"Don't be anxious, kill him, you will be the next one."

Si Leyan did not look back. In his eyes, Chen Zhimo was just a rising star. Although he was talented, it would take some time to reach his level, and that was still far away.

"I advise you to think about it. If Li Xiu died in your hands, after Zui Chunfeng came out of Mohuigu, he would definitely cross the green sea and go to the deserted state and then fight you to the death in front of the gate of Sanqi Cliff."

Chen Zhimo looked at Si Leyan's back with a gloomy and serious expression: "Elders who fight together with their peers must not interfere, you will definitely die at that time."

Si Leyan is no match for Zui Chunfeng, and this has become known to everyone since the two of them fought in Chenliu City.

When Si Leyan was hung in front of Qingjiaosi Gate for a day and a night, she was completely embarrassed.

This is a slap in the face, and it is very heavy.

After a moment of silence, the river water of the two rivers roared and hit the boulder and split several waves.

"This is indeed a trouble, but that's Mo Huigu. Who has come out in the past hundreds of years except Chen Jinglong and Li Xiu?"

Si Leyan turned his head and asked back.

Chen Zhimo looked cold: "Since Li Xiu and Mr. Chen can come out, how can you be sure that Zui Chunfeng will not come out? Do you dare to bet?"

It’s another gambling, and it seems that people in the academy like to bet.

Si Leyan fell silent again.

Since it is a bet, they will naturally be mixed. If Zui Chunfeng comes out of Mo Huigu, then Si Leyan will definitely die.

Just as Chen Zhimo asked, does he dare to gamble?

The expression on his face was a little dim, and Si Leyan sighed.

"It's ugly to lose in Chenliu. If I choose to avoid it, I will only lose in the future. I want to beat Chen Luo, and before that, I must beat Chu Chunfeng."

Si Leyan looked back at Chen Zhimo, his eyes were also very serious.

"I'll bet."

So Chen Zhimo stopped talking and kept silent.

Dahongpao looked at him quietly, and felt it was very interesting. He was as arrogant as Si Leyan, but he could even be afraid.

Xu Yingxiu cannot escape, or even if she escapes, it is meaningless.

Si Leyan's hand stretched forward, then shook left and right, and the thousands of whisks that turned into silk screens rose from the ground and flew backwards far away and then inserted into the gap in the soil.

With just a simple action, the last piece of protection set by Xu Yingxiu for Li Xiu was then broken.

Shang Ling stood in front of Li Xiu and did not take the initiative to attack because he knew it was useless, but he could still block a palm and let Li Xiu die for a while, so he stood there with his chest out.

As mentioned before, how could the prince of the Tang Dynasty die at the hands of outsiders?

Si Leyan looked at Li Xiu more and more admired her.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, but the sun suddenly disappeared, and there were no dark clouds in the sky, so this scene seemed very strange.

Si Leyan frowned and raised his head to look up to the sky, then frowned a little deeper.

Not only him, but almost everyone looked up at the sky.

A piece of white paper fell under the sun, and there were no clouds in the sky, so it was this piece of white paper that covered the sun.

The paper is very light and shakes constantly with the wind, but no matter what angle the sun shook, there was no trace of it. The paper is getting closer and closer to everyone and bigger.

Gradually everyone saw the appearance of the paper.

That's a painting.

A very good look.

There are many pedestrians on the painting, most of which are backs.

There were four horses flying away, and the green clothes on the horse were obviously not of any color or embellishment, but they looked extremely dazzling.

There is also a young man in purple dress bowing and bowing on the painting.

Above the white paper is a large piece of white space, and there is a sword painted where the white space is left.

That was Li Xiu's sword.

Everyone was stunned.

Dahongpao feels a little

It wasn't good, but Chen Zhimo laughed loudly.

Si Leyan's pupils shrank into a little in an instant, but they couldn't even look at Li Xiu, who was so close, turned around and jumped high to escape backwards.

The painting floated in the air, and the belated sword sounded from the sky, and the sword on it flew out, and the sword around Li Xiu's waist also flew out.

The two swords merge into one.

The bright sword light flashed in everyone's sight.

Si Leyan's face was ashen with his hands in front of him, and the spiritual energy surged out of his body to resist the sword, but it was too late.

The sword light flashed, and in a flash it passed through his heart and then inserted it on the ground.

Si Leyan stood there blankly, looking at the painting with shock and disbelief, looking at his bloody chest.

Then he fell to the ground.

The heart is broken and you can't die anymore.

While breathing, the strong man ranked fourteen on the yellow paper of Huangzhou grass was killed under the sword.

The bright sword light disappeared, and the painting became dull and was blown away by the wind, far and far away, and I don’t know where it floated.

Nowadays, the paintings are just ordinary paintings.

But the scene just now was shocking, even if he was as cold as Li Xiu, he was a little dazed.

Dahongpao's eyes remained on the sword. After a long time, he turned around in a daze and looked at Chen Zhimo and asked, "What's going on?"

No one knows what's going on. What can be guaranteed is that there is nothing else except the people in front of you. So how did that painting appear?

Who made that painting?

Chen Zhimo did not answer, but had admiration in his eyes. For the first time, he felt that the unreliable teacher was very reliable.

The same is true for Li Xiu.

There are only two people in the world who can draw such a painting, but only one person can save him with such a painting.

Academic gallery teacher, Su Shengwan.

No one knows how this is done.

Dahongpao smiled bitterly and looked at Li Xiu with complexity. Until now, he was still not dead.

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ps: This chapter is very pleasant, it is really good. The last painting that Su Shengwan painted on Sansheng Mountain that day floated with the wind. I buried this foreshadowing for seventy-six chapters. This painting floated in the sky for fifty days. It fell down today. I felt very happy.
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