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After the words were finished, Donnie Yen dipped in cinnabar and began to draw. Lewen's novel was as follows the pen in Qin's hands on the spiritual paper. She didn't have to wait until she finished drawing, and used the power of her soul to stimulate it. Just looking at the artistic conception in the painting, Zhen Zining's heart felt grand, bloody, fear, shock and other emotions. Donnie Yen's body began to tremble slightly, and two sparks were beating in his blank eyes. The two sparks instantly formed a prairie fire, and their eyes became energetic.

Wen Tianqiang and Luo Xiaofei's hearts kept trembling, as if the paintings under Qin Shuang were about to come alive, and would pounce from the painting without using the power of the soul.

At this time, the picture under Qinshuang's pen was spreading out quickly. They seemed to hear the sound of weapons colliding like a storm, as if they heard the horns constantly ringing on the battlefield, as if they heard the whine on the battlefield, as if they heard the whine on the battlefield

It seemed as if they saw a tide of enemies rushing towards them, causing their breathing to stagnate.

At this time, Qin Shuang was drawing a warrior's face. Everyone was attracted by the warrior's eyes. What kind of eyes were they?

The despair emanated from those eyes made Zhen Zining, Wen Tianqiang and Luo Xiaofei feel despair in their hearts.

As the spirit pattern brushes in Qin's hands moved, scenes and faces continued to appear in their eyes. Everyone's expressions were different, forming a grand scene.

In this cruel fighting spirit, facing despair and death, some people collapsed. Some people were fighting firmly and fighting bravely. The whole picture seemed to be alive with Qin Shuang's spiritual pen. It was nervous. The coalition formed by the two empires seemed to be two super monsters in the boundless space, roaring each other. The entire blood-colored plain was filled with blood splashing, and the ground was covered with broken limbs and flesh. The square arrays collided with each other, and the sky was filled with arrows covering the sky, making sharp roars that made people sour.

Puff puff puff

It seemed as if a sound echoed in my ears, and the soldiers fell down one by one. But the soldiers behind me bravely pushed forward.

Such a shocking scene made Wen Tianqiang and Luo Xiaofei almost lose their minds. Wen Tianqiang suddenly closed his eyes. He didn't dare to look again. He was afraid that he would lose his mind if he looked again. He turned his head to Qin Shuang and opened his eyes. Qin Shuang's side face came into his eyes.

At this time, sweat had already appeared on Qinshuang's face. Sweat beads slid off her face, making Wen Tianqiang's excited heart calm down.

Qin Shuang's hands were very stable and she was still drawing.

Gradually, the paintings under Qinshuang began to merge and form a temperament. Once this temperament was formed, it was no longer a combination of scattered pictures, but a truly complete painting.

That's a kind of indomitable

No matter how great the danger is, it is this unyielding soldier who supports the two empires one after another. Each soldier has a belief in his heart, that is, to move forward.

As long as there is one person, their mission is to move forward.

The shock from the picture made Zhen Zining tremble. He seemed to see an increasingly fierce war, a kind of struggle against fate.

If you can fight, you will be born.

If you can't fight, you will die.

Contest is not a contest

This picture is no longer a war scene, but has become a question of Donnie Yen's soul, and Donnie Yen's hunched back gradually straightened.

No one can defeat me

The bun is not good

I can't do it myself, either

A firm light flashed in Zhen Zining's eyes

At this time, Qin Shuang was also trapped in her own state of mind, and the scenes she experienced flashed in her heart like pictures.

Diligence before the age of seven

Self-deprecation after the age of seven

He was driven to Tianqin Town at the age of thirteen, and no one respected her. Even the subjects who originally belonged to her territory dared to bully her.

Wang Tianning, Wang Youwei

I can't eat enough every day. I discovered Taoism, faced the threat from Wuzong Palace, and faced the threat from my brothers and sisters

I won't surrender, I'll still have to see the scenery of the peak world

As long as I am not dead, as long as I have a breath, I will fight, I will fight, and I will fight, and my destiny must be held in my own hands.

The pictures under Qin Shuang's pen are becoming more and more perfect, and her artistic conception is growing rapidly and gradually reaching the perfect state. The unyielding artistic conception and the artistic conception of fighting, the artistic conception that firmly grasps destiny in her hands is born from the spiritual pen.

A wonderful pen to produce flowers

A light suddenly came out of Zhen Zining's eyes.

So that's it

Zhen Zining breathed a long sigh of relief. At this time, she finally realized the true artistic conception of spiritual pattern painting. It was not simply combining the pictures, but integrating a spirit in the picture. As long as she understood this spirit, she could forget the sixteen paintings and draw her own blood-colored plain battle spiritual pattern painting.

A statue of a woman seemed to appear in front of Zhen Zining, and her fists were tightly clenched together. Because of her excitement, her face was covered with flushing.

Qin Shuang's every stroke at this time reached a perfect state. With each stroke, the people seemed to hear the huge roar and loud horn sounds from the battlefield. Zhen Zining, Luo Xiaofei and Wen Tianqiang's emotions were completely immersed in the painting environment. At this time, their hearts were no longer excited or fear, and they only had indomitable and unyielding.

Luo Xiaofei's eyes became complicated, and there was hesitation, loss, and unwilling to fight with each other.

As the daughter of a noble, her fate is uncertain and is in the hands of others. She is a political means of the family and an object of marriage. As long as it is beneficial to the family, the family will give her to another noble, no matter how unbearable that noble is, no matter how old that noble is, even if she is even given to a larger noble as a concubine.

Her future has no happiness, she only prays, praying that her future will be relatively decent. As for happiness, she dare not expect extravagantly.

However, today, this painting brought her great shock, and for the first time in her heart, she was unwilling and fighting to gain the upper hand.

"I want to become a master. As long as I can become a master in the painter world, I can grasp my own destiny and find my own happiness. Instead of being given to others by my family like a puppet and becoming a plaything for others."

Her heart gradually became firm and her eyes were filled with strange colors.

Wen Tianqiang's eyes became red. This redness was not crazy, but sadness.

He is a nobleman, but he is not the eldest son of the family and cannot inherit the title. Although he is very glorious now and lives a noble life, he knows that the future waiting for him is so dark.

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