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Chapter 234

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"The twelfth sword move!" The Sword Nuns of the Mount Mang Sword Sect were in disbelief.

When Haoye used the eighth sword, it already gave people a feeling of unstoppable terror. The power of each subsequent sword would multiply. Then if Zhu Minglang had the cultivation of a sword cultivator, wouldn't he be ridiculously strong?

"There's no point in using the moves. It's no different from a sword dance," Zhu Minglang shook his head. He was determined not to do it.

The crowd let out a sigh.

It was obvious that even the noblewomen were looking forward to seeing the next move of the Fallen Sword Art.

Haoye was troubled. He blamed himself for not being smart enough to make his sect proud at such a crucial moment.

"Why don't I do it?" Nan Lingsha's pleasant voice sounded.

Wu Feng, Yun Zhonghe, Haoye, and Shao Ying stared at Nan Lingsha with wide eyes.

Zhu Minglang also looked at the painter's sister-in-law with a puzzled expression.

"Go steal it," Nan Lingsha said to Zhu Minglang in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

Zhu Minglang immediately understood.

Nan Lingsha would attract everyone's attention while he stole the jade from the ancient pagoda behind the Sword Pavilion!

Zhu Minglang surveyed his surroundings and discovered that many sword nuns who did not have the qualifications to participate in this exchange were also watching from afar. Clearly, they were interested in the later moves of the Fallen Sword Technique.

It was indeed the best opportunity. He believed that even if there were experts nearby, they would not miss the chance to observe the Fallen Sword Art.

The problem was, could Nan Lingsha really execute the next move?

It was extremely difficult for an Artist to display the Realm of Swordsmanship with the Realm of Painting!

"Isn't Miss Lingsha an Artist?" Wen Lingfei asked.

"Patriarch, Miss Lingsha used the Fallen Sword Art to defeat Yun Zhonghe during the Tournament of Factions," Bai Qinan said.

"If that's the case, we'll wait and see," Wen Lingfei smiled.



Nan Lingsha walked out of the Sword Pavilion and faced the pine trees that were slanting toward the vast valley.

She gently raised her hand and the pen appeared in the air. It landed on her fair palm as light as a feather.

Looking back, he glanced at the swordmasters from Misty Mountain Sword Sect and Distant Mountain Sword Sect, and then at Zhu Minglang, who had already quietly retreated from the white umbrella …

Nan Lingsha retracted her gaze and began to paint. The light brush in her hand suddenly became as sharp as a sword as it pierced into the vast valley!

"First sword!"

The sword vibrated and the entire forest started shaking. Then, Nan Lingsha drew a huge sword and threw it towards the valley in the distance. The birds and beasts in the valley were scared and flew away. It was as if a great disaster was about to happen.

Nan Lingsha's painting skills were adept, and she had practiced the Sword Cloud Sword Art countless times on her canvas.

Every sword move she executed was very smooth. Even the fourth and fifth sword seemed to be more powerful than Hao Ye, the orthodox swordmaster of the Sword Battle Sect!

When they saw the fifth strike, everyone in the Sword Pavilion finally stopped being interested in watching the show. All of them were immersed in the grand scene of the combination of the painting and the sword. Valleys shook, rivers stopped flowing, and forests were destroyed. Nan Lingsha was like a true Sword Immortal. Every single stroke of hers was the fiercest and most domineering sword technique. The tremendous shadow of the sword that fell from the sky and the extremely destructive sword that was swept up caused most of the Sword Masters from the Mount Li Sword Sect and the Mount Li Sword Sect to feel embarrassed!

"Ninth sword!"

Nan Lingsha suddenly threw the brush in her hand. The brush drew in the air, and an ancient demonic sword appeared out of nowhere. It swept past two swords of mountains, and the mountains in the distance were actually crushed by the shockwaves created by the demonic sword!

Tenth sword!

Eleventh sword!

When these two swords appeared, everyone's eyes were fixed. The valley was so vast, the mountains were so majestic, and the mountains were so majestic. However, when the Sword Fall Sword Art appeared after the tenth sword, it couldn't withstand the pressure at all and could collapse at any time.

If Nan Lingsha hadn't intentionally pointed the sword aura at the boundless sky, the beautiful valley of the Misty Mountain Sword Sect would have been destroyed beyond recognition!

Fortunately, the Misty Mountain Sword Sect didn't care about the damage at all. In such a place filled with spiritual energy, even if the mountains collapsed and the earth cracked, it wouldn't take long for them to recover. Perhaps a different scenery would appear.

In order to buy enough time for Zhu Minglang, Nan Lingsha intentionally slowed down, especially for the twelfth sword. She took deep breaths as if she was adjusting her breathing. It was more like she was immersed in the changes of the sword art!

… …

On the other side, Zhu Minglang heard the huge commotion in the valley. He praised the artist's sister-in-law for being a monster in his heart as he snuck toward the Divine Valley Lantern Jade.

When Little White Qi heard about stealing, it was probably the most excited.

It flapped its wings and looked around with its pair of icy eyes. It maintained its exquisite form, so its aura wasn't easy to detect.

Zhu Minglang himself didn't have any domineering cultivation. In the eyes of some powerful guardian beasts and powerful guardians, he was no different from a few wild deer.

His journey was very smooth. Most people were attracted by this exchange. Zhu Minglang finally found the ancient pagoda. It was very conspicuous. Under the sunlight, it flashed with a brilliance that said, "Just one look and you can tell that it's a treasure"!

Perhaps the Misty Mountain Sword Sect didn't think that anyone would dare to steal from their sect. There were no guards around the ancient pagoda. Occasionally, one could see figures, but they were only young sword nuns sweeping the fallen leaves. They were all around fifteen or sixteen years old. They were very young and didn't pose much of a threat.

Of course, he couldn't let these young sword nuns see him. If they discovered that the treasure was missing, they would definitely denounce him. He would have more confidence if he refused to admit it.

"It's easier than I thought." Zhu Minglang walked to the bottom of the ancient pagoda and looked up at the ancient jade lamp on the top of the pagoda.

Considering that he was going to do this, Zhu Minglang bought a lot of fake jade along the way, especially those jade lamps that looked extraordinary but were actually useless …

Just for this moment, he was going to steal and replace them!

If they were caught stealing, they would definitely be detained.

But if they left, or even left their country, and the other party discovered that something had been stolen, even if they guessed that they were the culprits, there was no evidence. The Misty Mountain Sword Sect couldn't do anything to them.

He carefully compared them.

Zhu Minglang found a shiny jade lamp that he had collected. Its size was the closest to the one on the top of the pagoda. Then, he asked Little Bai Qi to fly up and replace it.

Behind him, the valley shook violently. Even the sword pavilion trembled slightly. The sword nuns cried out. Nan Lingsha was probably using her twelfth sword!

"Now's the time."

Zhu Minglang stayed on the lookout while Little Bai Qi went to replace it.

The man and the dragon were very familiar with this aspect. They perfectly completed this jade stealing operation.

They hid the jade in Bai Qi's Cosmic Dharma spell. Even if they were caught on the spot, they wouldn't be able to find the stolen item.

Zhu Minglang didn't have time to admire the precious jade. He quickly fled. While the sword nuns were still intoxicated by Nan Lingsha's painting, he secretly returned to his position.

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