Chapter 183 Xuan Ming

Yuxu Peak.

Shengtian Cliff.

The final stage of the martial arts competition.

Yan Shanyue's writing style suddenly changed, he was running wildly, and his movements were completely unorganized. However, he was as crazy as crazy, as crazy as drunk, as if possessed by evil spirits, and his writing style was dripping with fluidity.

The little guy laughed.

Jiang Rou said in shock: "He...what happened to him?"

Ma Hualong looked surprised: "Did Yan Shanyue have convulsions?"

Jiang Rou thought so in her heart, but because of her temperament, she didn't ask.

Lin Ruoying nodded, but her pretty face was full of appreciation, and she praised: "What a sharp cursive calligraphy. If I drink three more glasses of wine, my writing style will be even better!"

"Oh?" Ma Hualong glanced at her and was surprised. It turned out to be wild grass. I didn't see it, but you, a little girl, could?

"Hmm." Yu Yue knew, however, that Lin Ruoying not only saw that Yan Shanyue changed into cursive script, but also saw that what Yan Shanyue wrote at this time was Zhang Xu's "Self-spoken Notes" from the Tang Dynasty.

Zhang Xu is known as the "Sage of Cursive" and is the sage of cursive script.

Du Fu's poem "Song of the Eight Immortals in Drinking" goes: "Zhang Xu takes off his hat and bares his head in front of the prince, and the paper falls like clouds of smoke."

Lin Ruoying said that she wanted Yanshan Yue to drink three cups to praise his sage style in his writing.

Yu Yue was looking at Lin Ruoying, and Lin Ruoying suddenly turned to look at him. The two looked at each other, and there was a sense of connection. Yu Yue felt that Lin Ruoying's eyes seemed to be saying to him: "You understand me."

In the field, Yan Shanyue's brushstrokes are wild and sharp, and his strokes are thunderous.

But Zhang Jiao seemed to have entered a strange state.

She couldn't understand the other person's writing style.

She didn't seem to care about the opponent's attack at all, and didn't think about how to crack it.

She was completely focused on herself, her body, and her Qi.

There was already a mysterious and mysterious aura on her body.

When Yan Shanyue's pen came to Zhang Jiao and blocked all Zhang Jiao's escape routes with its endless and unpredictable brush strokes, almost everyone at the scene thought that the winner was decided, and Yan Shanyue was the superior one after all, right? , much more skilled.

Suddenly, Zhang Jiao stretched out her left hand.

A small hand that is white, tender, and soft.

A large amount of dark liquid suddenly gushes out from the tender red palm.

That liquid is actually Qi body, liquid Qi.

Thick and greasy, thick and turbid, strange and cold.

Once the black water gushes out, the surrounding temperature drops sharply. It was originally freezing cold, but now it is even more frighteningly cold.

Zhang Jiao's palm was aimed at the Yanshan Moon, and the black water was like a black fountain, all spraying towards the Yanshan Moon.

Yan Shanyue was in a state of attack, and she jumped into the pen as if she was automatically thrown into the black fountain.

The black water was thick and disgusting. Yan Shanyue also instantly judged that the thing was dangerous and used all his strength to dodge in the air.

His body was folded, as light as a swallow, and like a swallow flying back, he could barely avoid the gushing black water, which was dangerous and dangerous.

The black water sprayed into the air and fell to the ground, like a living thing, like pools of black oil algae, automatically gathering together.

Zhang Jiao continued to spit out black water from her palm.

No, it should be called black slurry.

Because it is too sticky and greasy.

More and more black slurry spread on the arena surface, forcing Yan Shanyue to retreat continuously.

His writing style has collapsed, and the distance between him and Zhang Jiao is getting farther and farther.

No matter how clever his strokes are and how mysterious his movements are, if he can't hit his opponent, everything will be in vain.

In the audience, there were disciples from Tianshi Mansion who couldn't help but screamed: "Then... isn't that my Tianshi Mansion thunder method - Xuan Ming Lei? How could she use it..."

Before he finished speaking, the leader covered his mouth.

The disciple looked at the elders of his sect and panicked, not knowing what he had done wrong.

The leader lowered his voice and said, "Shut up!"

The disciples of the Tianshi Mansion asked: "Elder, she...isn't it the 'Xuan Ming Lei' she uses?"

The leader said: "It's Xuan Ming Lei."

The disciples of Tianshi Mansion asked: "Then why..."

The leader said: "Don't ask, don't tell. Is Zhang Qingyu still in the room?"

The Tianshi Mansion disciple replied: "Yes, the elder has not lifted Senior Brother Zhang's ban."

The leader ordered: "Go and bring him to me."

A disciple from the Tianshi Mansion agreed and left.

Naturally, the leader of the team had already realized that what Zhang Jiao was using was the "Water Thunder and Xuanming Thunder" among the Five Thunder Techniques of his sect. He had his own reasons for not letting his disciples speak out.

There is no proof now. Even if Zhang Jiao is accused on the spot of secretly learning her own martial arts, she can refuse to admit it. This one.

The thunder technique is so profound that without the guidance of a master from the Heavenly Master's Palace, it would be as difficult for outsiders to learn it secretly as it would be to reach heaven. If there are disciples who teach and receive privately, it is a family scandal, how can it be publicized? This is the second one.

The competition is not over yet, and Zhang Jiao has a chance to win the championship and become the alliance leader. If she is offended now, it will be of no benefit to Tianshi Mansion. This is the third one.

Therefore, it is better to wait until the end of the game to see whether she wins or loses before making any calculations.

If she fails, she will be arrested and tortured in private, and she will be forced to give an explanation.

The leader stared at Zhang Jiao on the stage. He already had suspicions in his mind, but there was no evidence yet.

In the arena.

Yan Shanyue soon had no way to retreat, and the black slurry spread across the table, leaving him almost unable to stand.

Zhang Jiao remembered that last night Zhang Qingyu said that she had "strong kidneys and strong kidney qi", and she also scolded him for "talking nonsense, do you treat me as a female monster with dissatisfied desires, like a wolf and a tiger?" Now it seems that she is indeed suitable for cultivation. "Xuan Ming Lei", a strong kidney is a capital!

The black slurry spreads across the entire arena as if it were free of charge. If the opponent does not want to be stuck, they have no choice but to step down, but according to the rules, if you step down, you lose; if you do not step down, you must come into contact with Xuan Ming Lei, which sucks bones. Squeeze out the marrow and peel away the turbid mind, and then you will learn a powerful lesson.

Yan Shanyue looked at the black slurry all over the stage, as if facing an oil field, a black sea, and a group of stacked and squirming strange snakes. It was sinister, terrifying, and disgusting.

He definitely didn't want to get stuck on that thing.

But he had retreated so much that his heels were on the edge of the ring, and he would fall if he retreated any further.

Suddenly, Yan Shanyue's eyes narrowed, and he waved his hand to throw the judge's pen made by Hantie Elite, and jumped up at the same time.

The place where he stood was covered with black slurry, and it was sticky and hung off the edge of the stage. At this point, the entire arena was covered in black slurry.

The carp rises in the wind and the swallows fly sideways.

Yan Shanyue crossed half the stage and touched the holder of the judge's pen with one foot.

The judge's pen flew into the air, was struck down by him, fell into the black slurry, and was instantly enveloped.

And he rose up again, flew forward in the air, used his fingers as a pen, and struck Zhang Jiao in the air!

It is as horizontal as a formation of clouds for thousands of miles, and as broken as the hair of a hundred-jun crossbow.

The points are like fallen rocks from the peak, and the uprights are like withered vines that have been around for thousands of years.

The stroke of the pen is like the edge of a sword, and the stroke of the pen is like wind and thunder.

Yan Shanyue put all her heart and soul into this attack, just to defeat her opponent.

As long as the opponent loses first, even if he falls into the black slurry and has some advantages and disadvantages, it doesn't matter.

Zhang Jiao didn't expect that he would be so desperate, and she panicked for a moment...