Chapter 157: Draw sword array

"It seems so average?"
This sentence seemed to hit Yunzhonghe's death hole in an instant.
The blue sword in Yunzhonghe's hand trembled slightly.
His eyes fell on Nan Lingsha.
He looked for a while, and then said coldly: "I've heard of you, painter Nan Lingsha. But, do you think you can win all the swordsman disciples by slightly defeating Zi Miaozhu?"
"It's me. There is only one move to deal with these mobs." Nan Lingsha glanced at the embarrassed Huangmen and Qi children on the chaotic hills.
The Qi clan of Huangmen climbed up with scars, and was leaving griefly. Hearing Nan Lingsha's words, his feet slipped and fell into the stone hill again...
Especially the Qi disciple who was also a sword repairer, tears fell down with despair.
If you are fighting for each other, why do you whip our corpses? So many people are watching on the fascinating wall. Their clan is shameful enough!
"Who will use all the strength to deal with people who are not in the same realm?" Yun Zhonghe said angrily.
Nan Lingsha no longer talks with Yunzhonghe, her hair is flying without wind, and the ink pen in her hand is writing on her own. You can see an ink dragon appearing around Nan Lingsha. Long Ying was outside her graceful and graceful figure.
Yun Zhonghe no longer hesitated seeing that the other party had already shot.
When he picked up his wrist, the tip of the sword pierced the air, and a harsh sound came out. He saw that the tip of the sword had an aura, forming a larger sword power, and tried to shake Nan Lingsha away.
The Molong on Nan Lingsha's body was as solid as gold. The sword qi was unable to spread in this area, but splashed to the trees on both sides, blowing the trees to pieces!
"Draw the river and swim the dragon!" Nan Lingsha whispered suddenly.
Seeing that the ink brush fell on her palm at some point, Nan Lingsha scribbled with the flow, only a few strokes, but magnificent!
Suddenly, the ink wave surged!
A billowing river is formed in that long line. Even though it is just a few simple outlines, you can feel the spirit of the big river from that body, as if there is a galloping river in front of you!
In the river stream, there are similar wandering dragons. The dragon's body is mighty, passing through the river, making this surging river of painting and ink even more magnificent, shaking the surrounding rocky hills frequently!
"Boom~~~~~~~~~~~~"
The river is pouring, and the noise is loud.
At first, Yun Zhonghe thought that the rivers painted were nothing more than illusions. As long as she was calm and calm, she could break her painting skills.
But what Yun Zhonghe could not think of was that Nan Lingsha's painter realm had already reached the level of lifelikeness.
What she draws is what.
Rivers are rivers, and the impact is enough to wash down all the hills!
Yunzhonghe was shocked, using his galloping body to avoid the frontal impact of the river, but there are still ink paintings of dragons in the river, and these dragons are hundreds of times more powerful than the currents!
The rocky hills collapsed instantly, the rivers were buried, and terrifying ravines appeared where the dragon traveled.
When Yunzhonghe reached the top of the rocky hills, he leaped up, the sword in his hand was pointed at the earth, and the sword light was like a shuttle, flying towards the wandering dragons, accurately cutting off all the wandering dragons that came after it. Skull.
Body as light as a feather, Yunzhonghe kept a flying attitude, slowly falling from a height.
Before he had a smug smile, his feet turned into a huge abyss at some point.
The abyss is dark, and the bottom is not visible at all. What's more terrifying is that in the abyss, it is more like a thousand ghosts crying, and they can’t wait to drag themselves down, and then eat meat and bones!
Yunzhonghe looked in the direction of Nan Lingsha, and saw that the artist did another painting at some unknown time. On the canvas was a ghost door that made the scalp numb after a glance.
Yun Zhonghe raised his head and found that above him was the ghost gate drawn, but he had actually entered the ghost gate!
Yun Zhonghe danced wildly with his sword, trying to smash the ghost gate.
But the ghost gate is getting higher and higher, as if "falling into" the cloud, Yunzhonghe glanced at his feet again and found himself in the darkness of the abyss...
It's yourself that is falling fast!
This falling process made it difficult for Yunzhonghe to breathe, and his whole body seemed to be covered with heavy iron lead, and he couldn't hold his sword!
The big man was already dripping, and Yun Zhonghe did not dare to despise the painter any more.
He calmed down, using the sword as a stepping stone, and flew towards the higher and higher ghost gate.
The sword was falling rapidly, and Yunzhonghe passed through the ghost gate and escaped the weird ghost gate abyss.
Finally, the discomfort was eliminated, and Yun Zhonghe subconsciously wanted to pull out another sword of his own. After all, he abandoned the blue sword in the abyss of the ghost gate.
As a result, Yun Zhonghe was so embarrassed that Lan Jian was at his feet.
He stepped on the dirt.
There are no ghosts around him.
He didn't fall into the abyss, he stayed where he was.
What I saw just now was just a nightmare.
The ghost gate abyss that Nan Lingsha drew was originally taken from a nightmare!
False and true.
Yun Zhonghe never thought that this second painting was a painting illusion, and the various discomforts he produced were nothing more than dream-like oppression!
"I have heard of the flying sword, but I have never seen the move of the imperial sword to step on the mud, hahaha!" On the wall of the puzzle, someone already laughed.
People can't see the ghost gate abyss painted by Nan Lingsha, but Yun Zhonghe's behavior is really weird, not like a master swordsman at all, but like children mimicking the actions in the play, which is a little funny.
Among the mortal beings, some have good eyesight, some have good hearing, and some have strong spiritual consciousness.
Unfortunately, Yunzhonghe is the type with good hearing.
He heard everyone mocking him on the wall in the distance.
This made him ashamed and annoyed.
Picking up the blue sword covered with mud under his feet, his wrist shook, and the blue sword suddenly shook away all the dirt, once again glamorous.
He realized that he could not go far with this painter, and the endless paintings made it difficult for him to judge the true and false.
He chose to get close.
The river in the cloud was speeding, and the figure turned into several dao once again, 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.
The speed and realm he showed this time were even higher.
"For so many years, I still like bells and whistles." Zhu Minglang sneered at Yunzhonghe's sword realm.
Wudao Jiying naturally attacked from five different angles. Zhu Minglang actually saw through Yun Zhonghe's moves at a glance. His seemingly powerful attacks were nothing but mystery.
His real killer move will arrive half a minute later, and the five bullets are just trying to make Nan Lingsha reveal her flaws in panic...
Nan Lingsha did not see through.
But her coping style is also simple and rude.
A black-and-white gossip picture appeared at her feet, and as Nan Lingsha raised the tip of her pen, the black-and-white gossip picture was also erected, horizontally in front of Yun Zhonghe's attack!
As the chief disciple of the Yaoshan Jianzong, Yunzhonghe couldn't recognize this gossip giant stone platform.
Isn't it the stone platform in front of their villa?
Whether it was the five sword shadow raids of temptation and oppression, or the real ultimate move that followed by Yun Zhonghe, they were all blocked behind the picture of the Eight Diagrams Stone Terrace.
Yunzhonghe’s strength is indeed much stronger than Zimiaozhu’s. His last sword was to destroy Nan Lingsha’s gossip stone map, forcing Nan Lingsha to retreat back to maintain a certain level with Yunzhonghe. the distance.
"Painting, but so!" Yun Zhonghe's mouth floated when he saw Nan Lingsha being forced back by herself.
"Yunzhonghe, ah, Yunzhonghe, when will you be able to put away your stubborn arrogance, and when will you be able to raise your realm to another level. Since she can paint the Eight Diagrams stone platform of the Sword Sect in the Yaoshan Mountain, she can paint us The sword of the Mountain Sword Sect is falling out, idiot!" Zhu Minglang sighed, shaking his head.
When Yunzhonghe heard these words, he immediately looked down at his feet.
He smashed the ground on the Bagua stone platform, and did not know when he was painted on a ground painting!
In this painting, what is depicted is one of the most famous scenes of the Sword Sect in the Mountain, the Sword Fallen Formation!
This array is composed of seventeen ancient swords, and each ancient sword is a sword used by the Sect Master of the Sword Sect of Yaoshan. After returning to the dust, they refine their swords into meteor swords to protect Yaoshan. Jianzong.
Nan Lingsha has visited the Sword Sect in the Yaoshan Mountain, and the scene where she stayed the longest is not the gossip giant stone platform, it is the sword meteor array that can radiate infinite locks and souls over the years!
She drew it.
Painted on the ground.
It seems that the sword of the sword sect of Yaoshan has been copied here.
Although it is far from being able to compare with the real sword meteor array, it has already begun to possess the charm and power!
"Om!!!"
With a trembling, the seventeen ancient swords of the Sovereign Master appeared from the ground painting. They resembled seventeen peerless powerful men, exuding a chilling majesty.
The first ancient sword, with a huge blade, flew high into the sky, and plunged into the ground fiercely.
The earth instantly resembled a lake with ripples. When it swayed, a huge sinking force was exerted on the shoulders of Yunzhonghe, and Yunzhonghe let out a soft drink, relying on his sword and spirit. Resisted it.
But soon the second ancient sword, with a slender body~EbookFREE.me~, fell from the clouds and slanted into the ground not far from the river in the clouds.
Suddenly, an invisible mountain fell on the back of Yunzhonghe, causing Yunzhonghe's body to bend directly, almost directly falling into the mud!
The third ancient sword swirled around the pole. Its blade had teeth. As it rotated, the air began to stir violently. Yunzhonghe felt like he was in a tsunami vortex, and his whole person fainted and wanted to vomit.
The fourth ancient sword reappeared, and Yun Zhonghe knelt to the ground fiercely, his knees seemed to be broken, and there was a horrible cracking sound.
And Yunzhonghe was also stubborn, and he didn't even shout.
He was pale and painful, and his eyes stared at the painter Nan Lingsha unwillingly.
"Sword Falling Formation, I can only draw four swords... but you have already lost." Nan Lingsha came over and said to Yun Zhonghe.
Yunzhonghe looked at her.
I found that she didn't even have a drop of sweat on her cheeks, neck, and perfect white skin.