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Chapter 43

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    On the top of the cliff, on the platform of Pingshan, where the gazes of the disciples in the hall converged, two figures stood proudly, twenty pennants fluttered in the wind, the hair that was blown by the strong wind swept across the sharp eyes, and the sword in his hand was slowly unsheathed  , The sound of vigorous sword clanging spread throughout the audience.

    "Lin Qi, please recruit."

    Fu Chengwen, who was standing opposite, also cupped his hands, and then shook out an iron pen from his sleeve.

    The black shaft of this pen reflects broken light under the noon sun, and the nib is even more peculiar. Unlike ordinary brushes, the nib is made of livestock wool and ponytail, but is composed of vertical iron thorns.

    Fu Chengwen turned the stylus, held the pen holder with both hands and pulled it, and then the small stylus turned into a pen gun the same height as his body, danced in the air and landed with a loud sound.

    "I have learned the iron pen martial arts."

    After finishing speaking, Fu Chengwen flicked his pen, and stabbed Lin Qi with a spear.

    The Wang brothers off the field also cast their gazes, because this is a good opportunity to get to know their opponents.  Yan Shi and the others on the other side also became nervous.

    Although everyone believed that Fu Chengwen was not Lin Qi's opponent, they still raised a little concern.

    Seeing this, Lin Qi on the field stared at the opponent's figure to observe, and then continued to deduce his tactics and changes in his mind. After a while, it was Minghui and Xin, and at this time Gunhua also came in front of him.

    The stylus gun came to Lin Qi, but the shaking tip of the gun changed at this time. The pen tip that broke through the air swayed in the air, and then fainted a layer of light black mist. The edge of the mist was thin and faint.  In the middle of the ink, there is a deep and dark ink shadow, and the brush tip is hidden behind the layer of ink, but its moves cannot be seen, and the wisdom in Lin Qi's heart is also cut off for a moment.

    Fu Chengwen after the thick ink knows the gap between himself and Lin Qi, but he also wants to show himself in this battle, even if he wants to lose, he must retreat after being as brilliant as possible.

    The thoughts in his heart were then put into writing, urging the magic power to leave lines of ink marks in the air. His figure was also hidden behind the ink marks, and the ink was continuously smudged in the air, reflecting the black test bench under his feet.  It also blends with the white sky beyond the cliff.

    Seen from a distance, it is Fu Chengwen who uses a large brush to continuously use the sky as paper, and write a pen and ink in running script to form a wonderful picture.

    Seeing this, Lin Qi retreated quickly with both feet, and at the same time released his spiritual sense to explore the surroundings, but the ink and wash ability is also extraordinary, cutting off Lin Qi's exploration, and at this time, he suddenly stabbed a stroke after that stroke of ink and ink.

    That vigorous and powerful stroke is like the strength of a pen in calligraphy, and the control of the power and the accompanying spell are just right, Lin Qi couldn't help sighing when he saw it.

    "Writing with spirit, the method follows one's heart, good pen, good tricks!"

    After Lin Qi said that he held Yuan Shouyi, his whole body gathered mana, and the family-inherited sword in his hand aimed at the move. At the moment of contact, the mana condensed on the sound of the sword swayed with the momentum.

    Clang!

    ?The wonderful pen struck, but it bounced away instantly under Lin Qi's swing of the sword, taking advantage of the trend to dissolve the mana contained in it, making it pour into the air, and the energy of one move was wiped out.

    "Huayi!"

    Lin Qi murmured in his heart, and Yan Shi off the court also nodded while pinching his chin.

    "For many years, I haven't seen this trick."

    And there was a hint of reminiscence in his eyes.

    Fu Chengwen, who was broken in one move in the field, was also surprised, but he did not relax his offensive, but turned back, and the gun head fell in a row, continuously setting off pieces of ink in the air.

    And the ink marks formed one after another also formed three characters.

    "Spirit, form, and meaning."

    ?Every stroke of the three characters is a trick, and Lin Qi praised it when he saw it.

    "Brother Fu, you didn't do your best in the confrontation that day. Today we will have a good fight."

    After finishing speaking, he swung his sword and moved, one sword after another followed Fu Chengwen's strokes, blocking one stroke after another. Those three characters had a total of twenty-nine strokes, that is, twenty-nine strokes, all of which were drawn in the forest.  It turns into nothingness under the meaning of Qihua.

    The last stroke fell, leaving only the remaining ink in the air, but not the three-character spirit.

    Fu Chengwen immediately took a few steps back, clenched the pen and gun in his hand, and sighed inwardly.

    Such a defense swings away all my attacks, and I have no chance of winning a melee attack and only one move.

    "I am not an opponent in the battle of dogfighting, but I have only one move that you can break and I will lose."

    Lin Qi smiled happily upon hearing this.

    "Okay, come on!"

    Hearing this, Fu Chengwen shook the iron gun in his hand, and then released all the mana in his body.sp; fly over!

    Flying across, the momentum of the sword's edge is getting faster and faster, like the rapid flow of water, but it is long and long. The uninterrupted sword dance cuts down pieces of the sea of ??clouds, and finally the momentum of the sea of ??clouds cannot reach Lin Qi's rhythm.  It was broken by Lin Qi's disturbance.

    Lin Qi lightly lowered his sword head and looked at Fu Chengyi clasping his hands.

    "Concession."

    Fu Chengyi also understood at this time that he had already lost. As his strongest and most proud move was broken, he was naturally disappointed, but facing Lin Qi's upright style, he didn't feel that this battle was more beneficial.

    "I lost."

    After finishing speaking, Fu Chengyi also stepped back from the sword-testing platform.

    In a short period of time, Lin Qi won two battles and two, and he could not help but send many disciples to re-evaluate Lin Qi.

    "Counting the defeat of Xiu Mi before, Lin Qi has won three of the three battles, which is really amazing."

    "But his next opponent is indeed Wang Yufeng. Wang Yufeng is a disciple who has been famous for a long time. I think he will stop here."

    For a while, there were constant discussions in the field, and new bets began to be laid.

    Lin Qi knew that the next battle would be the highlight, so he sat cross-legged, not missing a chance to catch his breath.

    Because the next two games will be the real battle of the strong.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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