"It seems normal?"
These words seemed to have instantly hit Yun Zhonghe's Achilles' heel.
The blue sword in Yun Zhonghe's hand trembled slightly.
His eyes fell on Nan Lingsha.
He looked at it for a while, and then said coldly: "I've heard about you, painter Nan Lingsha. But, do you think that if you beat Zimiaozhu a little, you can win against all the disciples of the Sword Sect?"
"If it were me, I would only need one trick to deal with these mob." Nan Lingsha glanced at the children of Huangmen and Qi clan who were in a panic on Luanshigang.
The children of the Qi Clan of the Huangmen got up with scars, and were about to leave in despair. When they heard Nan Lingsha's words, their feet slipped and they fell into the stone hill again...
Especially the disciple of the Qi clan who is also a sword cultivator, tears fell down without disappointment.
If you fight each other, you will fight each other, why are you whipping our corpses, so many people on the wall are watching, their family is shameful enough!
"Who will use all their strength to deal with people who are not in the same realm?" Yun Zhonghe said angrily.
Nan Lingsha no longer talks to Yunzhong Heduo, her hair is flying without wind, and the ink pen in her hand is already writing on its own, you can see an ink dragon emerging from Nan Lingsha's body Long Ying, hovering outside her graceful figure.
Seeing that the opponent had already made a move, Yun Zhonghe no longer hesitated.
With a flick of his wrist, the tip of the sword pierced through the air, and a piercing sound came out, and he saw a breath of energy from the tip of the sword, forming an even greater sword power, trying to shake Nan Lingsha away.
The ink dragon on Nan Lingsha's body was as strong as gold, and the sword energy could not spread in this area, but instead splashed towards the trees on both sides, blowing the trees to pieces!
"Painting a dragon swimming in the river!" Nan Lingsha suddenly murmured.
Seeing that ink brush landed on her palm at some point, Nan Lingsha took advantage of the situation to express the painting, just a few strokes, but it was magnificent!
Suddenly, the waves of ink surged!
A billowing river is formed in that long line, even though it is just a few simple outlines, you can feel the momentum of the river from that shape, as if there is a rushing river in front of you!
In the river flow, there is a similar swimming dragon. The dragon body is mighty, and it passes through the river, making the already turbulent and rushing river of painting and ink even more magnificent, shaking the surrounding chaotic rocks trembling frequently!
"Boom~~~~~~~~~~~~"
The river poured, and the sound was loud.
At first, Yun Zhonghe thought that the drawn rivers were just an illusion, and as long as she was calm and calm, her painting skills could be broken.
But what Yun Zhonghe didn't expect was that Nan Lingsha's artist realm had already reached the lifelike level.
What she paints is what she paints.
Rivers, just rivers, are enough to blow down and fill up hills!
Yun Zhonghe turned pale with fright, and used his galloping body skills to avoid the frontal impact of the river, but there were ink-painted swimming dragons in the river, and these swimming dragons were hundreds of times more powerful than the current of water!
The rocky hillock collapsed in an instant, the river was buried, and terrifying ravines appeared where Youlong passed.
Yunzhonghe reached the top of Luanshigang, jumped up, and pointed the sword in his hand at the ground. Immediately, the sword flashed like a shuttle, and flew towards the wandering dragons, and accurately cut off all the wandering dragons that were chasing after him. head.
With a body as light as a feather, Yun Zhonghe maintained a flying posture and slowly floated down from a high place.
Before he had a smug smile, the ground beneath his feet turned into a huge abyss.
The abyss was pitch black, and the bottom could not be seen at all. What was even more frightening was that in the abyss, it seemed that there were thousands of ghosts crying and howling, and they couldn't wait to drag themselves down and eat their flesh and bones!
Yun Zhonghe looked in Nan Lingsha's direction, and saw that the artist had made another painting at some point, and the canvas was the ghost gate that made people's scalps tingle as soon as they looked at it.
Yun Zhonghe raised his head, and found that above him was the painted ghost gate, and he had actually entered the ghost gate!
Yun Zhonghe raised his sword and danced wildly, trying to smash the ghost gate.
But the ghost gate is getting higher and higher, as if "falling" into the clouds, Yun Zhonghe glanced at his feet again, and found himself deep in the darkness of the abyss...
It's me who is falling fast!
This falling process made it difficult for Yunzhonghe to breathe, and his whole body seemed to be hung with heavy iron and lead, and he couldn't even hold the sword!
The big man was already dripping, Yun Zhonghe didn't dare to show the slightest contempt for this painter.
He calmed down, using the sword as a stepping stone, and flew towards the higher and higher ghost gate.
The sword was falling at a high speed, while Yun Zhonghe passed through the ghost gate and escaped from this extremely weird abyss of ghost gate.
Finally, the discomfort disappeared, and Yun Zhonghe subconsciously wanted to pull out his other sword. After all, he abandoned the blue sword in the abyss of the ghost gate.
To Yun Zhonghe's embarrassment, the blue sword was right under his feet.
Trampled in the dirt by him.
Around him, there are no ghost gates at all.
He didn't fall into the abyss himself, he was always in place.
What I saw just now was nothing but a nightmare.
And the abyss of ghosts drawn by Nan Lingsha was originally taken from a nightmare!
False and real.
Yun Zhonghe never thought that this second painting was a painting illusion, and the various discomforts he experienced were nothing more than dream-like oppression!
"I've heard of stepping on the sword and flying to the sky, but I haven't seen this move of Yujian stepping on the mud, hahaha!" Someone on the wall of confusion has already let out a big laugh.
People can't see the abyss of ghosts painted by Nan Lingsha, but Yun Zhonghe's behavior is really weird, he doesn't look like a master swordsman at all, but like a child imitating the movements in the play, which is a bit ridiculous.
Among the mortals, some have good eyesight, some have good hearing, and some have strong spiritual sense.
Unfortunately, Yun Zhonghe is the type with good hearing.
He heard everyone laughing at him on the wall in the distance.
This made him ashamed and annoyed.
Picking up the blue sword that was full of mud under his feet, he flicked his wrist, and the blue sword immediately shook off all the dirt, and it was once again extremely glamorous.
He realized that he couldn't fight with this painter from a distance, and the endless stream of paintings made it difficult for him to judge the authenticity.
He chose to get close.
Yun Zhonghe sped forward, and the figure once again turned into several, this time it was no longer three, but five.
As he said, he retained a certain amount of strength against the group of people just now.
This time, the speed and realm he showed are even higher.
"It's been so many years, but I still like to show off." Zhu Minglang sneered at Yunzhonghe's sword state.
The five swift shadows naturally attacked from five different angles. Zhu Minglang actually saw through Yun Zhonghe's moves at a glance. His seemingly powerful attacks were all just deceptive tricks.
His real ultimate move will come half a minute later, and the five Jiying are just trying to show Nan Lingsha's flaws in the panic...
Nan Lingsha didn't see through.
But her way of coping is also simple and rude.
A black and white gossip chart appeared under her feet, and as Nan Lingsha raised the tip of her pen, the black and white gossip chart also stood up, facing Yun Zhonghe's attack!
As the chief disciple of the Yaoshan Sword Sect, Yun Zhonghe couldn't recognize this Bagua giant stone platform.
Isn't it the stone platform in front of their villa!
Whether it was the five probing and oppressive sword shadow raids, or Yun Zhonghe's subsequent real killing move, they were all blocked behind the picture of the eight trigrams stone platform.
Yunzhonghe's strength is indeed much stronger than Zimiaozhu's, but his last sword smashed Nan Lingsha's eight trigrams stone platform map, forcing Nan Lingsha to retreat and keep a certain distance with Yunzhonghe. distance.
"Painting skills, that's all!" Yun Zhonghe saw Nan Lingsha being forced to retreat by himself, and the corners of Yun Zhonghe's mouth twitched.
"Yunzhonghe, Yunzhonghe, when will you be able to put away your stupid conceit, and when will you be able to raise your realm to another level. Since she can draw the eight trigrams stone platform of Yaoshan Sword Sect, she can also draw our Yao The sword fall formation of the Mountain Sword Sect, you idiot!" Zhu Minglang shook his head and sighed.
When Yun Zhonghe heard these words, he immediately looked down.
He smashed the ground of the Bagua stone platform, and at some point a painting was painted on it!
This ground painting depicts one of the most famous scenes of the Yaoshan Sword Sect, the Fallen Sword Formation!
This array is composed of seventeen ancient swords, and each ancient sword is the sword used by the master of Yaoshan Sword Sect. After they returned to the dust, they refined their own swords into meteor swords to protect Yaoshan Jianzong.
Nan Lingsha had visited the Yaoshan Sword Sect, and the scene she stayed the longest was not the Eight Diagrams Giant Stone Platform, but the Sword Falling Formation that has been around for a long time and can radiate infinite power to lock the body and fix the soul!
She drew it.
painted on the ground.
It seems that the sword meteor formation of Yaoshan Sword Sect has been copied here.
Although it is far from being able to compare with the real sword falling formation, it has already begun to take on charm and power!
"Om!!!!!!"
With a trembling sound, seventeen ancient suzerain swords appeared from the ground painting. They looked like seventeen peerless powerhouses, exuding a chilling majesty.
The first ancient sword had a huge body. It flew high into the sky, and then plunged into the ground.
The ground instantly resembled a lake, with ripples appearing. When the body opened, a huge sinking force exerted on Yunzhonghe's shoulders. Hong resisted.
But soon the second ancient sword, with a slender body, fell from the clouds and pierced obliquely into the ground not far from the Yunzhong River.
In an instant, an invisible mountain pressed down on Yunzhonghe's back, causing Yunzhonghe's body to bend directly, almost falling directly into the mud!
The third ancient sword whirls around, it has teeth, and as it spins, the air begins to stir violently, Yun Zhonghe feels that he is in a tsunami whirlpool, and he faints and wants to vomit.
The fourth ancient sword reappeared, Yun Zhonghe fell to his knees violently, his knee seemed to be smashed, and there was a terrifying bone cracking sound.
And Yun Zhonghe was considered stubborn, so he didn't even shout out.
His face was pale, his expression was painful, and his eyes stared at the painter Nan Lingsha unwillingly.
"Sword Meteor Formation, I can only draw four swords... But, you have already lost." Nan Lingsha came and said to Yun Zhonghe. .
Yun Zhonghe looked at her.
It was found that there was not even a drop of sweat on her cheeks, neck, and fair and perfect skin.