"Seems ordinary?"
This sentence seemed to have hit Yun Zhonghe's Achilles' heel.
The blue sword in Yun Zhonghe's hand trembled slightly.
His gaze landed on Nan Lingsha.
After sizing her up for a while, he said coldly, "I've heard of you, Painter Nan Lingsha. However, do you think you can defeat all the disciples of the Sword Sect just because you defeated Zi Miaozhu? "
"If it were me, I would only need one move to deal with this motley crew." Nan Lingsha glanced at the miserable disciples of the Yellow Sect and the Qi Clan on the rocky hill.
The disciples of the Yellow Sect and the Qi Clan crawled up with wounds all over their bodies and were about to leave. When they heard Nan Lingsha's words, they slipped and fell into the rocky hill once again …
The Qi Clan disciple, who was also a Swordsman, couldn't help but cry.
If you want to fight, then fight. Why do you have to whip our corpses? There are so many people watching on the wall. Their clan has already been humiliated enough!
"Who would use their full strength against someone who isn't on the same level as them?" Yun Zhonghe said angrily.
Nan Lingsha didn't say anything else to Yun Zhonghe. Her hair fluttered even though there was no wind. The brush in her hand had already started to write on its own. The shadow of a black dragon appeared around Nan Lingsha and coiled around her graceful figure.
Yun Zhonghe didn't hesitate anymore when he saw that his opponent had already attacked.
He flicked his wrist, and the tip of his sword sliced through the air. An ear-piercing sound was instantly heard. The tip of his sword was filled with an even stronger sword aura that attempted to knock Nan Lingsha away.
However, the black dragon on Nan Lingsha's body was impregnable. The sword aura couldn't spread in this area. Instead, it splashed onto the trees on both sides and blasted them into pieces!
"Painting River Dragon!" Nan Lingsha suddenly muttered.
The brush had already landed in her hand. Nan Lingsha took the opportunity to paint. It was only a few strokes, but it was magnificent!
Instantly, the ink surged!
A surging river was formed in the long line. Even though it was just a few simple strokes, one could feel the spirit of a great river from the shape. It was as if there was a rushing river in front of them!
In the river, there was a similar dragon. The dragon's body was mighty as it crossed the river, causing the surging Painted Ink River to become even more majestic. It caused the surrounding rocks to tremble!
"Honglonglong ~ ~ ~ ~ ~"
The river poured down in torrents, creating a loud noise.
At first, Yun Zhonghe thought the river was just an illusion. As long as he was calm, he would be able to break the painting.
What Yun Zhonghe didn't expect was that Nan Lingsha's painting skills had already reached the level of life-like.
Whatever she drew was what it was.
A river was a river. When it crashed down, it was enough to flatten a hill!
Yun Zhonghe turned pale with fright. He tried to use his swift movement technique to avoid the head-on impact of the river. However, there were still ink dragons in the river. These dragons were hundreds of times more powerful than the current!
The rocky mound collapsed in an instant, and the river was buried. Terrifying gullies appeared wherever the Roaming Dragon passed.
Yun Zhonghe reached the top of the rocky hill and leaped up. He pointed the sword in his hand at the ground. Instantly, the sword flashed like a shuttle and flew towards the dragons. It accurately beheaded all the dragons that were chasing after him.
His body was as light as a feather. Yun Zhonghe maintained a light posture as he slowly floated down from above.
Before he could even reveal a smug smile, the ground beneath his feet had turned into a gigantic abyss.
The abyss was pitch-black. He couldn't see the bottom at all. What was even more terrifying was that there seemed to be tens of thousands of ghosts wailing in the abyss. They couldn't wait to drag him down and eat his flesh and bones!
Yun Zhonghe looked in Nan Lingsha's direction and saw that the artist had finished another painting at some point. The painting depicted a terrifying Hell's Gate.
Yun Zhonghe raised his head and found that above him was the drawn Ghost Gate. In fact, he had already entered the Ghost Gate!
Yun Zhonghe swung his sword wildly, trying to shatter the Ghost Gate.
However, the Ghost Gate was getting higher and higher. It was as if he was "falling" into the clouds. Yun Zhonghe looked down again and saw that he was in the darkness of the abyss.
He was the one who was falling rapidly!
The process of falling made it difficult for Yun Zhonghe to breathe. He felt as if his body was covered in heavy lead. He couldn't even lift his sword!
The burly man was already drenched in sweat. Yun Zhonghe didn't dare to look down on the painter anymore.
He calmed himself down and used his sword as a stepping stone to fly toward the Ghost Gate that was getting higher and higher.
The sword was falling rapidly. Yun Zhonghe passed through the Ghost Gate and escaped from this extremely strange abyss.
Finally, the discomfort disappeared. Yun Zhonghe subconsciously wanted to pull out his other sword. After all, he had abandoned the blue sword in the abyss.
However, what made Yun Zhonghe feel extremely embarrassed was that the blue sword was right under his feet.
He had stepped on it in the mud.
There was no Ghost Gate around him at all.
He didn't fall into the abyss either. He was still in the same place.
What he had just seen was nothing but a nightmare.
The abyss of hell that Nan Lingsha had drawn was derived from a nightmare!
It was both real and illusory.
Yun Zhonghe didn't expect the second painting to be an illusion. The discomfort he felt was nothing more than a dream-like pressure!
"I've heard of flying on a sword, but I've never seen someone stepping on mud with a sword. Hahaha!" Someone on the wall was already laughing loudly.
The others couldn't see the Ghost Gate that Nan Lingsha had drawn. However, Yun Zhonghe's actions were really strange. He didn't seem like an expert swordsman at all. Instead, he looked like a child imitating the actions in a play. It was quite comical.
Among the Gods and Mortals, some had good eyesight, some had good hearing, and some had powerful spiritual senses.
Unfortunately, Yun Zhonghe was the type who had good hearing.
He could hear the people on the wall laughing at him from afar.
This made him feel both embarrassed and angry.
He picked up the blue sword that was covered in mud. With a flick of his wrist, all the dirt on the sword was shaken off, and it was shining brightly again.
He realized that he couldn't attack the painter from afar. The endless paintings made it difficult for him to determine whether they were real or fake.
He chose to close in on Yun Zhonghe.
Yun Zhonghe dashed forward, and his figure split into several again. This time, there were five instead of three.
Just as he said, he had held back some of his strength when dealing with the group of people just now.
This time, the speed he displayed and the level of his cultivation were a level higher.
"After so many years, you still like to show off." Zhu Minglang scoffed at Yun Zhonghe's sword realm.
The five figures naturally attacked from five different angles. Zhu Minglang could see through Yun Zhonghe's moves at a glance. His seemingly powerful attacks were just a trick.
His true killing move would arrive a little later. The five figures were just to make Nan Lingsha reveal an opening in her panic …
Nan Lingsha didn't see through it.
However, her way of dealing with it was simple and crude.
A black and white Eight Trigrams diagram appeared under her feet. As Nan Lingsha raised the tip of her brush, the Eight Trigrams diagram also stood upright, blocking Yun Zhonghe's attack!
As the chief disciple of the Distant Mountain Sword Sect, how could Yun Zhonghe not recognize this Eight Trigrams stone platform?
Wasn't this the stone platform in front of their mountain villa?
Regardless of whether it was the five probing and oppressive sword shadow attacks or Yun Zhonghe's real killing move, they were all blocked behind the Eight Trigrams Stone Platform.
Yun Zhonghe's strength was indeed much stronger than Zi Miaozhu's. His final sword strike broke Nan Lingsha's Eight Trigrams stone platform, forcing her to retreat and maintain a certain distance from Yun Zhonghe.
"Painting is only so-so!" Yun Zhonghe smiled when he saw Nan Lingsha being forced back.
"Yun Zhonghe, Yun Zhonghe, when will you put away your moronic conceit? When will you be able to increase your realm by another level? Since she can draw the Distant Mountain Sword Sect's Eight Trigrams stone platform, she can also draw our Sword Meteorite Formation. Idiot! "Zhu Minglang shook his head and sighed.
When Yun Zhonghe heard this, he immediately looked down at his feet.
He didn't know when a painting had been drawn on the ground where he had shattered the Eight Trigrams stone platform!
This painting depicted one of the most famous sights of the Distant Mountain Sword Sect, the Sword Meteorite Formation!
This formation was made up of seventeen ancient swords, each of which was a sword used by the Distant Mountain Sword Sect's sect master. After they returned to the earth, they refined their swords into fallen swords and used them to protect the Distant Mountain Sword Sect.
Nan Lingsha had visited the Distant Mountain Sword Sect before, and the sight she had spent the longest time on wasn't the Eight Trigrams stone platform. Instead, it was the Sword Meteorite Formation that had been around for a long time and could lock down one's body and soul!
She drew it.
She drew it on the ground.
It was as if she had copied the Distant Mountain Sword Sect's Sword Meteorite Formation here.
Although it was far from being comparable to the real Sword Meteorite Formation, it already had a basic charm and power!
"Weng!!!"
With a series of hums, the seventeen sect master's ancient swords appeared from the painting. They were like seventeen peerless experts, emitting a chilling aura.
The first ancient sword had a humongous body. It flew high into the sky and plunged into the ground.
The ground instantly rippled like a lake. When the ripples spread out, a huge force pressed down on Yun Zhonghe's shoulder. Yun Zhonghe let out a soft shout and used his sword aura to block it.
But soon, a second ancient sword with a long and slender body appeared. It fell from the clouds and stabbed into the ground not far away from the river in the clouds.
In an instant, an invisible mountain pressed down on Yun Zhonghe's back, causing him to bend down and almost fall into the ground!
The third ancient sword spun around. It had teeth on its blade, and as it spun, the air began to churn violently. Yun Zhonghe felt like he was in a tsunami whirlpool, and he fainted and wanted to vomit.
The fourth ancient sword appeared, and Yun Zhonghe knelt on the ground. His knees seemed to have been shattered, and a series of bone-cracking sounds could be heard.
However, Yun Zhonghe was quite stubborn. He didn't make a sound.
His face was pale, and his expression was pained. He stared unwillingly at the painter, Nan Lingsha.
Nan Lingsha walked over and said to Yun Zhonghe, "I can only draw four swords for the Sword Meteorite Formation … However, you've already lost."
Yun Zhonghe looked at her.
He discovered that there wasn't a single drop of sweat on her face, neck, and fair skin.
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