: The Paintbrush Shatters the Flying Sword! The Peerless Sword Box Immediately Resigns Its

"Daddy! There's a fly!"

Little Nuomi was startled by the sudden sword light and instinctively shrank into Su Changqing's arms, pointing at the five streaks of light rushing towards her and shouting.

"Yeah, it is a bit noisy."

Su Changqing frowned slightly, but his movements remained calm and composed.

He maintained the posture of holding the pen, neither turning around nor using his internal energy to protect himself.

It was as if those five flying swords, powerful enough to pierce through metal and stone, were really just a few insignificant flies.

"Arrogant!"

Seeing this, Wushuang's anger intensified.

Although his five flying swords were not the ultimate killing move like the Vermilion Bird of the Ming Dynasty, they were by no means something that ordinary people could ignore!

Even a master of the Free and Unfettered Heaven Realm would have to temporarily avoid the onslaught of these five swords!

"Since you're so arrogant, don't blame me for being impolite!"

With a flick of his sword finger, the five flying swords increased their speed by three points, instantly closing in to within three feet of Su Changqing's back!

however.

Just as the tip of the sword was about to touch the hem of Su Changqing's clothes.

Su Changqing made a move.

He casually swung the cheap charcoal pencil, smeared with ink, backward.

It wasn't a sword strike, nor was it an acupressure point strike.

It's like a painter casually flicking away excess ink from the tip of their brush while painting.

"Duh! Duh! Duh! Duh! Duh!"

Five extremely faint yet unusually clear crisp sounds suddenly rang out in the air.

It's like raindrops falling on lotus leaves, or like chess pieces falling on a chessboard.

Then, something truly astonishing happened!

The five menacing flying swords, carrying the force of thunder, stopped simultaneously three inches behind Su Changqing!

It's not the kind of pause that comes after being blocked.

Instead... it was still!

Absolute stillness!

The sharp tip of Yunsuo's sword was still trembling slightly, and Qingshuang's chilling sword aura was still emanating.

But they were as if they were under a spell, no matter how hard Wushuang tried to activate his sword fingers, no matter how much the veins on his forehead bulged, the five swords remained completely still!

Even the air flowing around the sword was frozen!

"Certainly."

Su Changqing's voice rang out softly.

This single word seemed to be a decree from Heaven, its words becoming law!

"What...what kind of sorcery is this?!"

Wushuang's eyes widened, her once arrogant face now filled with fear and confusion.

He could clearly feel that the connection between himself and the five flying swords had not been severed.

However, all the internal energy he transmitted vanished without a trace the moment it came into contact with that "static field"!

The feeling was like an ordinary person trying to push aside a mountain! Like an ant trying to shake a tree—utterly overestimating their own strength!

At this moment, Su Changqing finally turned around.

He was still holding the charcoal pencil in his hand, looking calmly at Wushuang, who looked like she was questioning the meaning of life.

"My sword heart is too chaotic."

Su Changqing shook his head, his tone carrying a hint of lecturing.

"A sword is for killing, and for protecting, but it is never for showing off skills or throwing tantrums. You are restless and your sword intent, though strong, is chaotic and disordered, like a child wielding a peerless divine weapon haphazardly."

As he spoke, he lightly tapped the blade of the Cloud Shuttle Sword with the charcoal pencil in his hand.

"bite--"

A clear and melodious sound rang out.

This gentle tap seemed to strike the sword's "seven-inch spot," shattering Wushuang's proud sword heart!

The previously solidified space shattered instantly.

"Jingle bells!"

The five flying swords, like soulless scrap metal, clattered to the ground, completely devoid of their former spirit.

"Go back and practice before coming back."

Su Changqing put away his charcoal pencil, ignoring the stunned boy, and turned to continue teaching his daughter to draw. "Nuonuo, where were you drawing? Oh right, draw a tail for the big tiger."

The tavern was deathly silent.

Lei Wujie dropped the steamed bun in his mouth onto the ground, and Xiao Se's hand holding the teacup trembled slightly.

Although they had known for a long time that Su Changqing was strong, they were still shocked by his effortless and powerful demeanor every time they saw him make a move.

With a simple charcoal pencil stroke, he sealed the sword control technique of Wushuang City.

Is this still considered martial arts fiction?

This is practically like cultivating immortality!

Wushuang stood there, looking at the five flying swords on the ground, his whole body trembling.

Not because of fear, but because of... excitement!

I'm more excited than ever before!

Since mastering the art of sword control, he has been unrivaled among his peers, and even the older generation of masters are wary of him. This invincible loneliness has made him feel empty and arrogant.

But just a moment ago, he saw it!

He saw an insurmountable mountain! He saw a vast, boundless sea! He saw the end of the sword path!

That single stroke of the pen, seemingly casual, actually contained some supreme rule that he could not comprehend!

If I could learn this trick...

If you could understand that stroke...

Wushuang's eyes, which had been somewhat dull, suddenly burst forth with a light a hundred times stronger than before!

"Thump!"

A muffled thud.

Without warning, Wushuang knelt on the ground, then used both hands and feet to rush to Su Changqing's side like a nimble monkey, grabbing Su Changqing's leg!

The skill in his movements and the precision of his posture were exactly the same as Lei Wujie's yesterday!

"I'm not leaving!"

Wushuang clung tightly to his leg, tilted his head back, and shouted with a fanatical expression.

"I want to be a security guard here! I'll watch the door for you! Until I figure out that move! You can't make me leave!"

Su Changqing's hand, which was drawing a tiger's tail, suddenly trembled, and the tail turned out to be a pig's tail.

He looked down at the new "large pendant" on his leg, then glanced at Lei Wujie next to him, who, although not clinging to his leg, was also looking at him with admiration.

Su Changqing felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

Why are all the young people these days like leeches?

Wu Shuang suddenly plopped down on the ground and hugged Su Changqing's leg (imitating Lei Wujie):

"I'm not leaving! I'm staying here as a security guard! Until I figure out that move!"

Su Changqing: "...Do all of you young people have serious illnesses?"