“It seems very average?”

This sentence seemed to instantly hit Yun Zhonghe's fatal hole.

The blue sword in Yun Zhonghe's hand trembled gently.

His eyes fell on Nan Lingsha.

He looked at it for a while before he said coldly: "I have heard of you, the painter Nan Lingsha. But do you think that if you slightly surpass Zi Miaozhu, you can defeat all the disciples of the Sword Sect?"

"If it were me, it would only take one move to deal with these mobs." Nan Lingsha glanced at the embarrassing yellow sects and the children of the Qi clan on the Lushigang.

The children of the Qi tribe of the Huangmen got up with scars and were leaving in shame. When they heard Nan Lingsha's words, their feet slipped and fell into Shigang again...

Especially the Qi disciple who was also a sword cultivator, tears fell down.

You are fighting against each other, why are you whipping our corpse? So many people on the wall are watching. It’s embarrassing enough for their clan!

"Who will use all his strength against people who are not in the same realm?" Yun Zhonghe said angrily.

Nan Lingsha no longer talked to Yun Zhonghe. Her hair was flying without the wind, and the ink pen in her hand was already writing on her own. You can see a shadow of ink dragons appearing around Nan Lingsha, which was wrapped outside her graceful figure.

Yun Zhonghe saw that the other party had taken action, and he no longer hesitated.

He raised his wrist and the tip of the sword cut through the air. A harsh sound suddenly came out. He saw a storm of energy at the tip of the sword, forming a larger sword power, trying to shake Nan Lingsha away.

The ink dragon on Nan Lingsha's body was as solid as a golden soup. The sword energy could not spread in this area, but instead splashed towards the trees on both sides, shattering the trees!

"Draw the dragon in the river!" Nan Lingsha suddenly murmured.

I saw that the ink brush fell on the palm of her hand at some point. Nan Lingsha followed the trend and wrote the paintings, with just a few strokes, but it was magnificent!

Suddenly, the waves of moisten surged!

A rolling river is formed in those long lines. Even if it is just a few simple outlines, you can feel the spirit of the river from that body, just like a rushing river flowing in front of you!

There are similar dragons in the river. The dragon body is majestic and passes through the river, making the already surging Huamo River even more magnificent, shaking the surrounding rocks and hills tremble frequently!

"Boom~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"

The rivers poured down, and the sound was loud.

At first, Yun Zhonghe thought that the river drawn was just an illusion, and as long as the mind was calm and the mind was calm, she could break her painting technique.

But what Yun Zhonghe could not imagine was that Nan Lingsha's painter level had long reached a lifelike level.

What she paints is what.

Rivers are rivers, and the impact is enough to destroy the hills and fill them up!

Yun Zhonghe was shocked and used his speeding body to avoid the frontal impact of the river, but there were also ink paintings of dragons in the river, which were hundreds of times more powerful than the water flow!

The rock hill collapsed in an instant, rivers were buried, and terrifying gullies appeared wherever the dragon passed.

Yunzhonghe reached the top of Lushigang, jumped up, and the sword in his hand pointed to the earth. Suddenly, the sword light flew towards the dragons, accurately cutting off all the dragons chasing them.

His body is as light as a feather, and the river in the clouds maintains a light-flying posture, slowly falling down from a high place.

Before he could smile a smug smile, his feet had become a huge abyss at some point.

The abyss was pitch black and there was no bottom at all. What was even more terrifying was that in the abyss, there were more ghosts crying and unable to wait to drag themselves down and then eat meat and bones!

Looking in the direction of Nan Lingsha in the clouds, I saw that the painter had made another painting at some point. On the canvas was a ghost gate that made people feel numb when they looked at it.

Yun Zhonghe raised his head and found that the drawing of the ghost gate above him, and he had actually entered the ghost gate!

Yun Zhonghe raised his sword and danced around, trying to break the ghost gate.

But the Ghost Gate is getting higher and higher, like "falling into the cloud". Yun Zhonghe glanced at his feet again and found himself in the darkness of the abyss...

It's yourself falling rapidly!

This downward process made it difficult for Yun Zhonghe to breathe, and his whole body felt like he was hung with heavy iron lead, and he couldn't even hold the sword!

The great man was already full of energy, and Yun Zhonghe didn't dare to despise the painter any more.

He calmed down and used the sword as a stepping stone to fly towards the increasingly higher hell gate.

The sword fell at an extremely fast speed, and the Yunzhonghe passed through the Ghost Gate and escaped from the extremely strange Ghost Gate abyss.

Finally, the discomfort was eliminated, and Yun Zhonghe subconsciously wanted to draw out his other sword. After all, he abandoned the blue sword in the abyss of the Ghost Gate.

As a result, what made Yun Zhonghe very embarrassed was that the Blue Sword was at his feet.

He stepped on the soil.

There was no hell around him.

He did not fall into the abyss, he was still in the same place.

What I just saw was just a nightmare.

And the abyss of the ghost gate drawn by Nan Lingsha was originally taken from a nightmare!

Little and real.

Yun Zhonghe never thought that this second painting was the illusion of painting, and the various discomforts he had was nothing more than dreamy oppression!

"I have heard of the sword flying in the sky, but I have never seen this sword-moving move, hahaha!" Someone laughed loudly on the mysterious wall.

People can't see the abyss of the Ghost Gate painted by Nan Lingsha. It's just that Yun Zhonghe's behavior is really weird. He doesn't look like a master of swordsman at all. Instead, he looks like a child imitating the movements in the play, which is a bit ridiculous.

Among the Divine and Ordinary people, some have good eyesight, some have good hearing, and some have strong spiritual consciousness.

Unfortunately, Yun Zhonghe is the type of hearing good.

He heard the ridicule of everyone on the wall in the distance.

This made him both ashamed and annoyed.

He picked up the blue sword covered with mud under his feet. His wrist shook, and the blue sword suddenly shook away all the dirt and was once again extremely glamorous.

He realized that he could not attack the painter from afar, and the endless pictures made it difficult for him to judge the authenticity.

He chose to get close to him quickly.

The clouds were flying, and the figure turned into several paths again. This time it was no longer three paths, but five paths.

As he said, he retained a certain amount of strength to deal with the group of people just now.

This time he showed a higher speed and realm.

"After so many years, I still like to be fancy and whistle." Zhu Minglang scoffed at Yun Zhonghe's sword realm.

The five rapid shadows naturally attacked from five different angles. Zhu Minglang actually saw through Yun Zhonghe's moves at a glance. His seemingly powerful attacks were just mysterious.

His real killer move will arrive half a minute later. The five sword shadows just wanted Nan Lingsha to reveal her flaws in the panic...

Nan Lingsha didn't see through it.

But her response was also simple and crude.

A black and white gossip picture appeared under her feet. As Nan Lingsha stood up, the black and white gossip picture also stood up, horizontally in front of Yun Zhonghe's attack!

As the chief disciple of Yaoshan Sword Sect, how could Yun Zhonghe not recognize this Bagua Giant Stone Platform?

Isn’t it the stone platform in front of their villa?

Whether it was the five temptations and oppression sword shadow raids or the real killer moves that followed Yun Zhonghe, they all stood behind the Bagua Stone Platform map.

Yun Zhonghe's strength is indeed much stronger than Zi Miaozhu. His last sword defeated Nan Lingsha's Bagua Stone Platform Picture, forcing Nan Lingsha to retreat and keep a certain distance from Yun Zhonghe.

"The painting technique is just like that!" Yun Zhonghe saw that Nan Lingsha was forced back by herself, and the corners of her mouth also floated.

"Yunzhonghe, Yunzhonghe, when can you put away your stupid and conceited ego? When can you improve your realm by another level? Since she can draw the Bagua Stone Platform of Yaoshan Sword Sect, she can draw the sword formation of our Yaoshan Sword Sect, idiot!" Zhu Minglang shook his head and sighed.

When Yun Zhonghe heard this, he immediately looked down at his feet.

He smashed the ground of the Bagua Stone Platform and was painted a painting on somewhere!

In this painting, the sword fall formation is depicted one of the most famous scenes of Yaoshan Sword Sect!

This formation map consists of seventeen ancient swords, and each ancient sword is a sword used by the leader of the Yaoshan Sword Sect. After they returned to the dust, they refined their swords into a meteorite sword to protect the Yaoshan Sword Sect.

Nan Lingsha visited Yaoshan Sword Sect, and the scene she had stayed for the longest time was not the Bagua Stone Platform, it was the sword formation that had been around for a long time and could radiate the power of locking the body and soul-staining!

She drew it.

Drawn on the ground.

It seems that the sword formation of Yaoshan Sword Sect has been copied here.

Although it is far from comparable to the real sword formation, it has already possessed its charm and power!

"Buzz!!!!"

With trembling sounds, seventeen ancient swords of the sect leader appeared in the ground painting. They looked like seventeen peerless powerful men, and their bodies exuded a chilling majesty.

The first ancient sword was huge. It flew into the sky and then suddenly fell on the ground.

The earth instantly looked like a lake, and ripples appeared. When it swept open, a huge sinking force was applied to Yun Zhonghe's shoulder. Yun Zhonghe let out a light shout, and withstood it with his sword energy.

But soon the second ancient sword was slender and it fell from the clouds and pierced into the ground not far from the Yunzhong River.

In an instant, an invisible mountain pressed on the back of Yunzhonghe, causing Yunzhonghe to bend directly and almost pounce on the soil!

The third ancient sword spiraled around and spiraled. Its sword body had teeth. As it rotated, the air began to stir violently. Yun Zhonghe felt like he was in a tsunami vortex, and he fainted and wanted to vomit.

The fourth ancient sword reappeared, Yun Zhonghe suddenly fell to the ground, his knees seemed to be broken, and a terrifying sound of bone cracks was made.

Yun Zhonghe was also stubborn, so he didn't even shout.

He looked pale and looked painful, and his eyes stared at the painter Nan Lingsha with unwillingness.

"Sword Fallen Formation, I can only draw four swords... But you have lost." Nan Lingsha walked over and said to Yun Zhonghe.

Yun Zhonghe looked at her.
Chapter completed!