"Seems average?"

This sentence seemed to hit the death hole of Yunzhonghe in an instant.

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

His gaze fell on Nan Lingsha.

He looked at it for a while, and then said coldly: "I've heard of you, the painter Nan Lingsha. It's just that you think that if you defeat Zi Miaozhu slightly, you can defeat all the Sword Sect disciples?"

"If it's me, it only takes one trick to deal with these rabble. Nan Lingsha glanced at the embarrassed Huangmen and Qi clan children on the messy stone hill.

The children of the Huangmen Qi clan got up scarred and left in a gloomy manner, when they heard Nan Lingsha's words, they slipped and fell into the stone hill again......

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

You are competing against each other, why whip our corpses, so many people are watching on the wall, their clan is already shameful enough!

"Who would deal with people who are not in the same realm and use all their strength?" Yun Zhonghe said slightly angrily.

Nan Lingsha no longer said to Yunzhonghe, her hair flew without wind, the ink pen in her hand, I don't know when it was already writing by itself, you can see that Nan Lingsha's body appeared a black dragon dragon shadow, coiled outside her graceful figure.

Yun Zhonghe saw that the other party had already made a move, and he no longer hesitated.

With a flick of his wrist, the tip of the sword pierced the air, and suddenly a piercing sound came out, and he saw that there was a qi on the tip of the sword, forming a larger sword power, trying to shock Nan Lingsha away.

The ink dragon on Nan Lingsha's body was as solid as gold, and the sword qi could not spread in this area, but instead burst into the trees on both sides, blowing the trees to pieces!

"Draw Jiang Youlong!" Nan Lingsha suddenly murmured.

I saw that the ink pen fell on the palm of her hand at some point, and Nan Lingsha took advantage of the situation to paint, just a few strokes, but magnificent!

Suddenly, the ink wave surged!

A rolling river is formed in that long line, even if it is just a few simple strokes, you can feel the spirit of the river from that shape, as if there is a rushing river in front of you!

In the river, there is a similar swimming dragon, the dragon body is mighty, running through the river, making this already turbulent and rushing river of painting and ink more magnificent, shaking the surrounding rocky hills trembling frequently!

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

The river poured out, and the sound was loud.

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

But what Yun Zhonghe didn't expect was that Nan Lingsha's painter realm had already reached the lifelike level.

What she paints is what she is.

Rivers are rivers, and the impact is enough to wash down the hills!

Yunzhonghe was shocked, and used his galloping body to avoid the frontal impact of the river, but there were ink painting dragons in the river, and these dragons were hundreds of times more powerful than the current!

The rocky hill collapsed in an instant, the river was buried, and a terrifying ravine appeared where the dragon passed.

Yunzhonghe reached the top of the chaotic stone hill, jumped up, the sword in his hand pointed obliquely to the earth, and suddenly the sword light flew towards those swimming dragons, and accurately cut off the heads of all the pursuing swimming dragons.

As light as a feather, Yunzhonghe maintained a light attitude and slowly floated down from a high place.

Before he could put on a smug smile, his feet turned into a huge abyss.

The abyss is pitch black, you can't see the bottom at all, and what's even more terrifying is that in the abyss, it's more like there are thousands of ghosts crying, and they can't wait to drag themselves down, and then eat meat and eat bones!

Yunzhonghe looked in the direction of Nan Lingsha, and saw that the painter had made another painting at some point, and on the canvas was a ghost gate that made people's scalps tingle at a glance.

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

Yunzhonghe raised his sword and danced wildly, wanting to shatter the ghost gate.

But the ghost gate is getting higher and higher, as if "falling" into the clouds, Yunzhonghe glanced at his feet again, and found himself deep in the darkness of the abyss......

It's yourself in a rapid decline!

This falling process made it difficult for Yunzhonghe to breathe, and his whole body was more like being hung with heavy iron and lead, and he couldn't hold the sword!

The Han Dynasty has been drenched, and Yun Zhonghe no longer dares to have the slightest contempt for this painter.

He calmed down, used his sword as a stepping stone, and flew towards the higher and higher ghost gate.

The sword fell at breakneck speed, and Yunzhonghe passed through the ghost gate, escaping from the abyss of the extremely strange ghost gate.

Finally, that discomfort was eliminated, 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.

As a result, what made Yun Zhonghe embarrassed was that the blue sword was at his feet.

He trampled in the dirt.

There are no ghost doors around him at all.

He didn't fall into the abyss himself, he was always in the same place.

What I just saw was nothing but a nightmare.

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

Fiction and reality.

Yun Zhonghe never thought that this second painting was a painting illusion, and all kinds of discomfort he caused were nothing more than dream-like oppression!

"I've heard of stepping on the sword and flying into the sky, but I've never seen this sword stepping on the mud, hahaha!" Someone on the wall already let out a loud laugh.

People can't see the ghost gate abyss painted by Nan Lingsha, but the behavior of Yunzhonghe is really weird, not like a sword master at all, but like a child imitating the actions in the play, which is a bit funny.

Among the mortals, there are people with good eyesight, some people with good hearing, and some people with strong spiritual sense.

Unfortunately, the river in the clouds is the type that has good hearing.

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

It made him ashamed and annoyed.

Picking up the blue sword full of dirt under his feet, he flicked his wrist, and suddenly the blue sword shook off all the dirt, and it was extremely bright again.

He realized that he couldn't fight this artist far away, and the endless images made it difficult for him to judge the authenticity of the fake.

He chose to rush close.

The river in the clouds was speeding, and the figure once again turned into several paths, this time no longer three, but five.

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

This time, the speed and realm he showed were all at a higher level.

"After all these years, I still like bells and whistles. Zhu Minglang scoffed at the sword realm of the Yunzhong River.

The five shadows naturally attacked from five different angles, Zhu Minglang actually saw through Yunzhonghe's moves at a glance, and his seemingly powerful attacks were all just tricks.

His real killing move will come half a minute late, and the five shadows just want Nan Lingsha to show her flaws in the panic......

Nan Lingsha didn't see through it.

But her way of coping is also simple and crude.

A black and white gossip map appeared under her feet, and as Nan Lingsha stood up the tip of her pen, this black and white gossip map was also erected, and it was horizontal in front of Yunzhonghe's attack!

Yun Zhonghe, as the chief disciple of the Yaoshan Sword Sect, how could he not recognize this gossip giant stone platform.

Isn't that the stone platform in front of their villa?

Whether it was the five sword shadow raids of temptation and oppression, or the real killing moves that followed by Yunzhonghe, they were all blocked behind the map of this gossip stone platform.

Yunzhonghe's strength is indeed much stronger than Zi Miaozhu, but his last sword was to break Nan Lingsha's gossip stone diagram, forcing Nan Lingsha to retreat and keep a certain distance from Yunzhonghe.

"Painting, but that's it!" Yun Zhonghe saw that Nan Lingsha was forced to retreat by himself, and the corners of his mouth also floated.

"The river in the clouds, the river in the clouds, when will you be able to put away your brain-dead conceit, and when will the realm be able to raise the level to another level. Since she can draw the gossip stone platform of the Yaoshan Sword Sect, she can draw the sword fall array of our Yaoshan Sword Sect, fool!" Zhu Minglang shook his head and sighed.

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

He smashed the ground of the Bagua Stone Platform, and I don't know when a painting was painted!

In this painting, it is one of the most famous scenes of the Yaoshan Sword Sect, the Sword Fall Array!

This array is composed of seventeen ancient swords, and each ancient sword is a sword used by the sect master of the Yaoshan Sword Sect, after they returned to the dust, they refined their own swords into a meteoric sword, which was used to protect the Yaoshan Sword Sect.

Nan Lingsha had visited the Yaoshan Sword Sect, and the scene she stayed for the longest time was not the Bagua Boulder Platform, it was the Sword Fall Array that had been around for a long time and could radiate the power of infinite locking and soul fixing!

She drew it.

It was painted on the ground.

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

Although it is far from being compared to the real Sword Fall Array, it has begun to have charm and power!

"Buzz!!!!!

With a trembling roar, seventeen Sect Master Ancient Swords appeared from the ground paintings, they resembled seventeen peerless powerhouses, exuding a chilling majesty all over their bodies.

The first ancient sword, the sword body was huge, it flew into the air, and slammed into the ground.

The earth was like a lake in an instant, ripples appeared, and when it opened, a huge sinking force was exerted on Yunzhonghe's shoulder, and Yunzhonghe let out a soft cry, relying on his own sword qi to resist it.

But soon the second ancient sword, with a slender blade, fell from the clouds and stabbed obliquely into the ground not far from the Yunzhong River.

Suddenly, an invisible mountain pressed on the back of Yunzhonghe, causing Yunzhonghe's body to bend directly and almost fall directly into the dirt!

The third ancient sword swirled around the pole, its sword body had teeth, and as it rotated, the air began to stir violently, and Yunzhonghe felt that he was in a tsunami whirlpool, and the whole person fainted and wanted to vomit.

The fourth ancient sword reappeared, and Yun Zhonghe fell to the ground violently, his knees seemed to be shattered, and there was a terrifying sound of bone cracking.

And Yunzhonghe is also stubborn, and he didn't shout out.

His face was pale, his expression was painful, and his eyes were even more unwilling to stare at this painter Nan Lingsha.

"Sword Fall Array, I can only draw four swords...... You've already lost, though. Nan Lingsha came over and said to Yunzhonghe.

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.