The whole empire is begging for my resurrection

Sun Hui tapped the remaining water stain on the paintbrush, and was about to add another stroke to the half-finished painting when he was taken aback suddenly.

Directly opposite, the imperial soldiers suddenly gathered in one place, forming a tight defensive formation.

A soldier on fire stepped forward: "My lord, Xi Qingyin is here!"

Sun Hui nodded, and started to pack the easel and other tools without saying a word, and packed quickly, looking that he was about to leave in the next second.

In the eyes of everyone, his behavior turned into a fearful escape after hearing Xi Qingyin's name.

The imperial army was dumbfounded. They thought there would be a hard battle, and they had set up a lot of temporary response plans for emergencies in advance. As a result, the opponent ran away before the battle started.

Many imperial soldiers gathered around Xi Qingyin, shouting happily: "Xi Qingyin, you are too good!!!"

In the cheering atmosphere, only Xi Qingyin's face remained heavy, staring at the battlefield without blinking.

Under his influence, everyone gradually calmed down and looked at each other hesitantly, a little uncertain about the current situation.

If Sun Hui quits, will they be able to receive those medicines?

It turned out to be impossible.

About a few minutes later, a young man walked out surrounded by members of the Burning Legion. His face was delicate and ordinary, and he looked extremely strange, and he was not well-known before.

But obviously he has a high reputation in the Burning Legion, as soon as he appeared, bursts of cheers came from the opposite side.

"Sun Wenxie! Sun Wenxie! Sun Wenxie!!!"

Xi Qingyin stood on the high observation deck, looking at the young man from a distance across a huge ravine.

The man seemed to disdain Xi Qingyin as his opponent, he just glanced at him casually, and turned his eyes away mockingly.

The soldiers of the Imperial Army whispered.

"One Sun Hui left, and another Sun Wenxie came. From which rock crack did he pop out?"

"I don't know, I haven't heard of this person before. But he must be a little bit awkward to replace such a difficult imperial painter like Sun Hui."

"Could it be a secret weapon hidden by the rebels?"

These discussions were full of doubts at the beginning, obviously they were not optimistic about Sun Wenxie.But soon, these doubts were replaced by surprise and silence, and everyone looked at Sun Wenxie in a daze—more precisely, they should be looking at the pen in his hand.

"That's the empire's first... pendant jade!"

Hearing the exclamation from behind, Xi Qingyin raised her eyebrows, feeling a little surprised in her heart.

This paintbrush has a remarkable background. It is said that it was the brush used by the royal painter who created the highest record of mental fluctuations, and it has been collected in the Royal Painters Association for later generations.

Ten years ago when the war was won, Xi Qingyin was in high spirits and was invited to the Imperial Painters Association to issue rank badges. She was fortunate to have seen this brush.

At that time, I only felt that the whole body was crystal clear, and the nib was soft and tough. Just by touching it, I could feel the spiritual power in the pen that ordinary people could not match.

To be honest, Xi Qingyin was greedy for this brush for a while, but considering the special meaning of the brush itself, he never showed it.

But it doesn't matter now, he has better ones.

Gently stroking the storage utensils with her fingers, Xi Qingyin restrained the expression on her face and tried to be as calm as possible.

A strong enough opponent, and a strong enough paintbrush.It's the matchup he's been craving for years.

He took a step forward and looked across tens of thousands of people.

The young man didn't bother to look at him at all, and set up the oil painting easel on his own, picked up the pendant jade, dipped it in the paint, and painted it with the first stroke.

At the same time, an eye-popping spiritual force slowly gathered under his pen tip like a small stream.The actual data cannot be measured, but from the point of view of the senses, it seems that this is not inferior to Xi Qingyin's mental strength.

At this time, an oil painting easel was set up in front of Xi Qingyin.

Open the storage device and take out the cat brush.

The rough wooden pen tip is covered with the fur of an unknown animal, which looks dusty.The tip of the pen is even more surprising, it is a cluster of short white hairs, judging from the trend and position, the white hairs are hard and dry, extremely poor quality.

Not to mention comparing it with the 'First Brush of the Empire' like the pendant jade, even compared with the beginner's brushes sold in street shops, this brush may not be comparable.

There were two generals standing beside Xi Qingyin. When they saw Xi Qingyin take out the pen, their expressions changed immediately.

Although I don't know the outfit of the imperial painter, I can tell from the senses that this brush is simply too inferior!Maybe they just cut a piece of wood and put some wool on it, and the finished product is better than the paintbrush in Xi Qingyin's hand!

A general frowned and pulled out a panic-stricken C-rank royal painter from behind, "Give your paintbrush to the chief painter!"

The imperial painter was just afraid of death in the face of battle, and he didn't dare to delay even a little bit when he shouldn't be delayed.

He immediately dug his head out of the storage utensils, and before he could take out his paintbrush, the general's voice came suddenly.

"No, you go back first."

Just now I was very anxious, but now I seem to have given up all at once. The voice is extremely tired and frustrated.

The royal painter was taken aback, and turned his attention to Xi Qingyin.

The plain white figure was wearing a cloak to keep out the cold, and his whole body was tightly shrouded.Seen from the back, he raised his wrist, dipped in black paint, and tapped it lightly on the canvas.

Xi Qingyin has already started painting? !

Once the painting starts, there is absolutely no precedent for changing the brush midway.It was precisely because of this that the imperial painter was even more panicked.

He couldn't believe it, squinted his eyes and carefully looked at the pen in Xi Qingyin's hand, then stretched out his head to look at the pendant in Sun Wenxie's hand, his throat suddenly stopped.

The reactions of the other people were not much different from that of this imperial painter, most of them were pale, with the expression that God was going to kill me.

Someone shook his head helplessly, and whispered to the people beside him: "Actually, from the point of view of mental strength, Master Xi should be stronger. But it doesn't seem to be much stronger. If he loses because the brush is weaker than the opponent, then Master Xi may It's really wronged."

These Xi Qingyin did not notice.

Now, he is completely silent in the painting in his hands.

Soldiers are fighting, quantum weapons tear space, and sonic booms continue.Someone roared, and blood was scattered all over the audience.

Evenly matched, countless soldiers were damaged in mental strength and could no longer go to the battlefield, and the combat power of both sides was constantly decreasing.

four hours later.

Sun Wenxie put down the pendant jade and let out a long breath.

The subordinate said worriedly: "My lord, Xi Qingyin is still painting!"

Sun Wenxie sneered confidently and said: "Long time in painting does not mean that the finished product is strong, it just slows down the speed at which he is defeated by me."

The subordinates cheered excitedly and said: "Lord Sun Hui said before that you are the most talented imperial painter he has ever seen. Your painting will definitely blow Xi Qingyin's teeth!"

Sun Wenxie raised his head and said with a contemptuous smile: "He has been in the spotlight for so long, he should have been pulled down from the altar long ago."

The Legion on Fire passed on the painting, and the soldiers accepted the healing of the oil painting, and suddenly felt full of strength, and could go to the battlefield to fight a hundred and eighty times.

Compared with them, the imperial soldiers are miserable.

One's own painting is still unfinished, but the opponents are all revived with full blood. If they are not careful, they may be folded here today.

Many people took advantage of their free time to look at the observation deck with full expectation.But seeing all the generals shaking their heads with pale faces, everyone's heart sank.

Another half an hour passed, during which the imperial soldiers really fought desperately.From the full expectation at the beginning to the near despair at the end, the figure on the observation deck has not stopped.

He is still drawing.

A certain B-rank fighter escaped the immediate crisis, opened the hatch of the aircraft, climbed out, and leaned on the outside of the door to aim.He did hit the opponent, but the opponent also aimed at him.

It fell to the ground with a bang, and the soldier lay down on the edge of the ditch in despair, his mental power damaged. He could only watch helplessly as a group of C-level and D-level fire-bathed fighters came forward.

In the past, he could overthrow a group by himself, but now... the light in the warrior's eyes is gradually extinguished.

Keep your eyes open and look up to the sky.

The blue sky is clear, but what is reflected is full of blood-red clouds.

The vision in front of him was gradually blurred, and the soldier gave up and was about to close his eyes to face death, but at the last moment, a dazzling light flashed from the corner of his eyes.

A wave of mental power rises from the ground, starting from the watchtower, and plunges into the blood cloud with a forceful attitude, blowing away the oppressive blood red with a 'huh'.

The soldier was taken aback for a moment, and immediately turned his head to look in the direction of the watchtower.

There were not a few people who had the same reaction as him. They all stopped their movements, turned their heads one after another, and looked at the majestic spiritual power flowing through the brilliance with shock on their faces.

"When the mental power fluctuation of the painting exceeds 195, it will be accompanied by strange scenes... It turns out that this legend is actually true."

Xi Qingyin raised the painting and turned the oil painting towards the battlefield.

His hands were constantly vibrating from the painting, his palms were slightly warm, and he felt numb.It seemed that in the next second, the painting would be out of his control and fly straight away.

The painting seems to have its own aura, it is no longer a dead object.

The generals on the observation deck who didn't believe Xi Qingyin were dumbfounded at this moment, and they all opened their mouths wide and couldn't say a word.Many soldiers who were already at the end of their strength suddenly shuddered, and before they could react to what happened, their whole bodies were suddenly full of energy again.

Indistinctly more victorious and stronger than before.

The original one-sided situation completely changed, Xi Qingyin once again proved her ability, what is a headwind comeback, this is headwind comeback!

Sun Wenxie shook his head in disbelief, looking at his own painting for a while, and then another painting far away in the sky.

Although I couldn't see clearly what was painted on that painting, the majestic spiritual power really couldn't be ignored.

He froze for a while, trembling his lips: "Impossible, impossible... Sun Huiming said that I am more talented than Xi Qingyin!"

He gritted his teeth, picked up the paintbrush again, and painted on the painting unwillingly.Who knew that in the next second, the paintbrush in his hand seemed to be unable to tolerate such profane behavior, and with a crisp 'ding' sound, it began to break inch by inch from top to bottom.

This time, Zhuiyu truly interprets what it means to be broken jade rather than complete.

Sun Wenxie sat down on the ground, his face was ashamed of death.

There was a moment of pause on the battlefield, no one knew who started the game, and then everyone started shouting the same name loudly.

"Xi Qingyin! Xi Qingyin! Xi Qingyin!"

It was completely different from the previous one. This time everyone showed more enthusiasm and sincerity.

Xi Qingyin looked at the painting and breathed a sigh of relief.

It wasn't until this time that he relaxed his mind, and all of his body lost all his strength. If he hadn't had something to support him, he might have had an intimate contact with the ground in embarrassment.

Then there will be nothing for him.

Everything went unbelievably well. After the "secret weapon" of the Burning Legion was hidden for a long time and was taught to be a man by Xi Qingyin, the soldiers of the empire became more and more courageous and excited.

The enemy retreated after being beaten, and quickly evacuated the plank road, and another road was finally emptied.

A small aircraft came at a very fast speed.

Xi Qingyin almost took three steps and two steps, running in small steps to get under the aircraft.

When the little girl in the caravan saw him, she immediately said with horror, "Master Xi, why did you come to the front line? Your body is so weak, don't let anyone hurt you!"

Xi Qingyin nodded indiscriminately, took the medicine and hurried back in silence.

Hurry up, go faster!

Yu Woxin is still waiting for this medicine, if he didn't wait for the regret to leave, he will feel guilty for the rest of his life!

The little girl looked at his back, still full of confusion.

At the very beginning, the imperial painter who took out his brush shivered. Thinking of the oil painting that had just opened up the vision, he murmured to himself: "I heard that His Highness just kept asking about the situation here, where is it weak? , you should be worried about whether he will hurt others..."

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