Just then.

Above the library, two cold lights rose into the sky, shining with dazzling light. They were like two dragons, flying in the air, and the wind and clouds changed color.

Hu Yanxiong and the other five were all shocked.

This kind of cultivation that absorbs the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and gathers the power of mountains and rivers for me is a means of being at the level of a master.

Senior brother Wei Changfeng still took action?

"Let's go!" Hu Yanxiong shouted loudly. Five gray shadows rushed towards the library.

The library courtyard at this time.

Long Qingyun felt a powerful murderous aura whistling towards him, and the cold was thrilling. This was the biggest threat Long Qingyun encountered since the West Lake debate.

This is the murderous aura from a master of the Grandmaster realm.

There are not many masters in the world, just like the whole world. The top ten masters in Nanyong are undoubtedly masters.

As the master of Tianji Pavilion in the Grandmaster Realm, although he had fought with Long Qingyun in Zhuxian Town, Wan Guqiu was quite friendly to Long Qingyun and had no intention of killing, so Long Qingyun did not really feel the power of the Grandmaster Realm.

Wei Changfeng's pen moved casually, and the tip of the pen was full of coldness. The coldness spread around him. Ling Zhiyan couldn't help but feel excited, and stood up and retreated under the eaves.

The maid Qiuxi put a red robe on Ling Zhiyan. Ling Zhiyan looked at Long Qingyun with a worried look on her face. Due to her nervousness, her pretty face was swollen and red, and her red cloak was integrated into the red cloak, making her look beautiful.

From a distance, it becomes more and more charming.

It was midsummer, and although it was evening, the climate was also hot. However, as the cold air in Wei Changfeng's calligraphy waving, the world was filled with cold air, as if the entire library was shrouded in the cold winter.

Wherever Wei Changfeng's double pens go, not only have a strong force, but also have a cold and chilling style, which is a work of running script.

Zhanlu sword is the most powerful sword in the world. Long Qingyun Zhanlu sword is in his hand, and he is not afraid of the coldness of Wei Changfeng's brush. He pushed his sword up, and the "Eight Dragons Running" attacked strongly, fighting with Wei Changfeng's brushes.

Wei Changfeng's brushwork is vigorous and his two strokes are sprinkled. His artistic conception is vigorous and sparse, and he feels melancholy and lonely.

Long Qingyun's heart was shocked. The two pens of Wei Changfeng were clearly the "Huangzhou Cold Food Post" by Su Dongpo, a great talent of the ages.

"Huangzhou Cold Food Post" has a great influence in the history of calligraphy and is known as the "third running script in the world". It was written by Su Dongpo during the Cold Food Festival in the third year of Huangzhou.

Many life sighs, with Wei Changfeng's understanding and interpretation, are vividly revealed on the brush, with vigorous brushstrokes, free and easy charm, ups and downs in artistic conception, and unrestrained momentum.

Suddenly.

Influenced by Wei Changfeng's calligraphy, Long Qingyun suddenly felt lonely and melancholy in his heart, and a feeling of distraction that had never been revealed, flowing in his heart.

Long Qingyun's steps turned into a erratic shape, his eyes wandered and confused. The Zhanlu sword in his hand had lost its strong and yang energy, and the sword force began to become messy. From a distance, Long Qingyun was actually crazy.

At this moment, Hu Yanxiong and others rushed to the gate of the library and saw this amazing scene.

Romansheng was worried about Long Qingyun's safety and was about to step up, but was stopped by Hu Yanxiong. Hu Yanxiong smiled and winked at Romansheng, indicating that he should not be anxious.

Wei Changfeng suddenly felt happy.

It seems that this "Huangzhou Cold Food Post" is indeed amazingly powerful and is worthy of being the "third running script in the world". This sword technique of Long Qingyun is as strong as the most yang, and it is difficult to resist the lonely and melancholy meaning of Su Dongpo, a great talent in the ages.

Wei Changfeng suddenly stopped writing.

The brushstrokes changed, and with the inverted lifting, he made a bold pen and wrote: "Your door is nine levels deep, and the grave is thousands of miles away."

Their sadness, anger, and loneliness filled the world, and roared towards the dragon and blue clouds with a surging force.

"Huh! Where is the person?"

Just in this flash of lightning, Wei Changfeng actually lost the trace of Long Qingyun in front of his eyes!
Chapter completed!