A painting.

It's really a painting, just floating in the air, just floating above everyone's heads.

On the drawing, a knife, a mo knife, a long mo knife, was bleeding from the wind, and it swung over everyone's heads. The blade emitted a low dragon roar, which made people shudder.

Under the knife, the blood was ticking, as if it were real, and the bloody smell that rushed into the human nose was disgusting, while the flies flying in the air seemed to be crazy and pounced on them to suck their blood.

Blood dripped in front of a woman.

That woman is so sexy, with a thin waist*reflected*/*butt**exposed*baby*, and was dancing belly dance. She was obviously a song from the Western Regions*/*prostitute.

The half of the buttocks of the prostitute are exposed, and the three words "Beichen Castle" are revealed.

Beichen Castle.

Oh my God, everyone understood, and instantly.

I understand, and I'm angry, but no one dares...

Dare to be angry but dare not speak.

Silence, silence...

The blade was trembling, the dragon roared, and the powerful pressure was prominent, leaving only the sexy woman raised her buttocks to show the three words - "Beichen Castle".

It is so close that you can even feel the breathing of the enemy behind the Modao blade, so close.

All were horrified and terrified.

Women Beichen Castle, Beichen Castle women, I can’t understand it very much.

But what's hateful is that those three words...

The picture is still rendering, and the sky suddenly turns red and bloody.

...

I clearly remember that the genocide disaster three years ago was filled with snow, and the ice skates and ice cones arrived like this blade, retreating one after another, fearing.

Cowardly, cowardly, and unobstructed.

Cowardice is fermenting, and cowardly enemy is fermenting.

"Who is this young man in white? Which family? Don't be the one in Dashang An!"

General An, the governor of Hexi, the governor of Liangzhou, and the great man who sealed the snow dantian in Beichen.

"It's very likely that it's An family. Didn't you see that knife? Mo Dao, that is the national weapon of the Tang army."

The Modao is more than meter long, with a triangular two-edged knife, except for the hilt, the blade is only seven feet long. When one knife starts, the cavalry and horses are broken. It is a powerful weapon for the Tang army to counterattack against foreign grassland cavalry.

Such strength is due to its material. It is said to be made of iron from the cold valley of Kunlun Mountain. It is expensive. Coupled with the famous armor and light armor of the Tang Dynasty, a well-equipped Modao hand is equivalent to the annual salary of ten state officials in the Tang Dynasty.

The country's important weapon is so expensive that it certainly requires strong financial support. Looking at all dynasties, only the current national strength of the Tang Dynasty can achieve it.

"The sword appears, it seems that this young man in white is probably from the Tang army, Tang army, An family, and An Dama..."

"If you settle down, you can only endure it."

"An family, no one dares to mess with you."

...

The system looked at the bloody light in the sky and was shocked. Oh my God, this guy is so awesome. This painting skill, this talent, this painting meaning...

Beichen Yingxue also admired her. She did not play according to the rules, and she was indeed a dark man hidden under her gentle and gentle surface.

But I like it, and with that, I fell in love with him.

"Oh my god, I'm wondering why your pen is full of energy, and now it's revealed."

"Opportunity, opportunity!"

Excited, the greater the hatred, the more curses the more powerful the incense will be, the stronger my mental power will be, and I... took your pen.

"Ding, the host should not be messed with. You said you used the other party's sympathy and compassion to attack them. I think it makes sense, but now the other party is offended by you, and the intention to kill is already aroused, so you should not operate it blindly."

"What a blind operation? Didn't you see him provoking me to commit suicide?"

"Just leave him alone, don't you? You think you, a disabled person, can really defeat him and take his pen, and you're a fool."

"But can I take this breath?"

"What can't be swallowed? So many people have swallowed it, so why are you?"

"Your mother." Beichen Ying was in a state of fire.

...

Before he could do anything, he suddenly saw a strong wind behind him and a black shadow broke the silence.

He black chopped his head again and suddenly rushed out from behind him.

"Black chop, no, you are not his opponent." Beichen Yingxue hurriedly pressed.

But it's too fast.

"I was frozen into an ice sculpture before, did you forget so soon!"

The black chopped head has already risen, and the knife is coming, and the long black knife is covered with blood.

Chop the head with one knife, and chop the head of the young master in white.

Chopping the head is a trick, a trick of black chopping the head, and a trick of the executioner.

Even if you have been defeated before, you will never be allowed to lose again. If you bullied it at your doorstep, do you still have to be a turtle?

Even if you are the god of painting, I will never be vague.

It is better to act first, but then to act miserable.

One move is absolutely true, two moves are weak, three moves are exhausted, and one move is ready to kill you.

Chopping the head, chopping the head, and chopping the head.

Sword, Demon-Subduing Sword, fierce, fierce, fast, slash.

The knife came out...

It fell again...

People also flew backwards in an instant...

After all, it's not an opponent.

Hei Chuan was timid, and everyone was timid, and they were all dejected.

The young man in white did not move his clothes from beginning to end, but his wrist turned, as if he had stirred up a thousand layers of waves, and his man was on his back and horses were turning.

The knife and the Modao still stayed in the air, still moving, buzzing.

"Haha, I have the ability to fight me, but no one dares to plant grass, a bunch of ridiculous pigs."

"Rich, ridiculous."

"There is no one in Beichen Castle, and there is no one in Beichen Castle."

When I clicked the pen, the painting instantly became bigger and rose in the air. The woman in the Western Regions also became huge, with her huge buttocks facing the Majestic Tower, but the three words on the buttocks were ashamed.

Beichen Castle, woman.

Woman, Beichen Castle.

There is nothing to say, no one can defeat it.

Painting, painting, painting style, painting soul, all shocking.

The people of the tribe fell down one after another, and those who did not fall also pretended to fall down, servilely endured the humiliation of the painting.

Mo Dao is dripping blood, and Beichen Yingxue's heart is also dripping blood...

...

At the scene, only two people were standing: blue and white.

Qing and Bai seemed to have decided that they were opponents, one was Qing and the other was Bai.

White is spotless; green is dirty and uneven. The contrast is strong.

Is it an opponent?

Strong, to the extreme; weak, to the soft Papa.

Can this be the opponent?

"Didn't you just want to lure me to take action? Well, I'll do it." Beichen Yingxue made a loud noise.

A word is like a thunder...

All the tribes were shocked.

The young man in white sneered, brushing his black hair on his cheeks, comfortable, extremely comfortable, "Okay, you're awesome... very awesome."

"You can kill a soldier but not be humiliated. Even if my Beichen Castle is a small family that is not worth mentioning, you will never be insulted. You will take over the painting!"
To be continued...