Dragon Tamer Chapter 157: Draw the sword array
"It seems very general?"
This sentence seemed to hit Yunzhonghe's death in an instant.
The blue sword in Yunzhonghe's hand trembled slightly.
His eyes fell on Nan Lingsha.
He looked at it for a while, and then said coldly: "I have 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. It only needs one trick to deal with these mobs." Nan Lingsha glanced at the embarrassed Huangmen and Qi children on the rocky hills.
The children of the Qi clan of Huangmen climbed up with scars and were leaving dingy. Hearing Nan Lingsha's words, his feet slipped and fell into the stone hill again...
Especially that disciple of the Qi clan who is also a sword repairer, tears fell to his eyes.
If you are fighting against 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 his strength to deal with people who are not in the same realm?" Yun Zhonghe said angrily.
Nan Lingsha no longer talks to Yunzhonghe. Her hair is flying without wind. The ink pen in her hand is writing on her own. You can see Nan Lingsha's whole body emerge. A Molong dragon shadow lay outside her graceful and graceful figure.
Yun Zhonghe didn't hesitate to see that the opponent had already shot.
He picked up his wrist, the tip of the sword pierced the air, and a harsh sound came out, and he saw the tip of the sword had a great strength, forming a larger sword power, and tried to shake Nan Lingsha away.
The Molong on Nan Lingsha's body is as solid as gold. The sword qi cannot spread in this area. Instead, it splashes towards the trees on both sides and blows them to pieces!
"Draw the river and swim the dragon!" Nan Lingsha suddenly muttered.
I saw that the ink pen fell on her palm at some point, and Nan Lingsha made a homeopathic painting, just a few strokes, but magnificent!
Suddenly, the ink surges!
A billowing river is formed in that long line. Even though it's just a few simple outlines, you can feel the spirit of the big river from that shape, as if there is a galloping river in front of you!
In the river stream, there are similar wandering dragons. The dragons are mighty and run across the river, making this surging river of painting and ink even more magnificent, causing the surrounding rocky hills to tremble 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 the mind was calm and peaceful, her painting skills could be broken.
But what Yun Zhonghe couldn't think of was that Nan Lingsha's artist realm had already reached the level of lifelikeness.
What she draws is what she is drawing.
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-painted 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.
Yunzhonghe reached the top of the rocky hills and jumped up. The sword in his hand was slanted towards the ground. The sword flashed like a shuttle and flew to the wandering dragons, accurately giving all the wandering dragons that came after it. Decapitated the head.
The body is as light as a feather, and the Yunzhonghe maintains 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 so dark that you can't see the bottom. What's more terrifying is that in the abyss, it is more like a thousand ghosts crying and crying. They can't wait to drag themselves down and 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, and he had actually entered the ghost gate!
Yunzhonghe danced wildly with his sword, trying to break 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...
I’m falling fast!
This process of falling makes Yunzhonghe difficult to breathe, and the whole body is more like a heavy iron lead, and the sword can't be moved!
The big man was already dripping, and Yun Zhonghe didn't dare to despise the artist any more.
He was calm, using the sword as a stepping stone, and flew towards the higher and higher ghost gate.
The sword was falling extremely fast, and Yunzhonghe passed through the ghost gate and escaped from the weird ghost gate abyss.
Finally, the discomfort was eliminated, Yun Zhonghe subconsciously wanted to draw 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 the Blue Sword 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 nothing but a nightmare.
The ghost gate abyss that Nan Lingsha drew was originally taken from a nightmare!
Virtual reality.
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 stepping on the sword flying to the sky, but never seen this imperial sword stepping on the mud, hahaha!" Someone laughed loudly above the wall of the puzzle.
People can't see the ghost gate abyss painted by Nan Lingsha, but Yunzhonghe'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 mortals, some have good eyesight, some have good hearing, and some have strong spiritual sense.
Unfortunately, Yunzhonghe is the type with good hearing.
He heard everyone ridicule him on the wall in the distance.
It made him ashamed and annoyed.
He picked up the blue sword full of mud under his feet, and his wrist shook, and the blue sword suddenly shook off 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 is speeding, and the figure once again turned into several dao, this time 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 are even higher.
"For so many years, I still like bells and whistles." Zhu Minglang sneered at Yunzhonghe's sword state.
Five Paths of 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 ill effects just want Nan Lingsha to expose her flaws in panic...
Nan Lingsha did not see through.
But her response is 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 is the five sword shadow raids of temptation and oppression, or the real killer move from Yunzhonghe, they are all blocked behind the picture of the eight trigram stone platform.
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, and Yunzhong Keep a certain distance from the river.
"Painting, but so!" Yun Zhonghe saw Nan Lingsha being pushed back by himself, and the corners of his mouth floated.
"Yunzhonghe, ah, Yunzhonghe, when will you be able to put away your arrogance, and when will the realm be raised to another level. Since she can draw the Eight Diagrams stone platform of the Sword Sect of Yaoshan, she can Draw the sword of our Yaoshan Jianzong, 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 he didn't know when he was painted on the ground!
In this painting, what is depicted is one of the most famous scenes of the Sword Sect in the Remote Mountains, the Sword Fallen Formation!
This array is made up 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 for protection Sword Sect in Yaoshan.
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 has a long history of time and can radiate the infinite lock and soul power!
She drew it.
Painted on the ground.
It seems to have copied the sword formation of the Sword Sect Yaoshan here.
Although it is far from being compared with the real Sword Falling Formation, it has already begun to possess the charm and power!
"Om!!!"
With a trembling sound, seventeen ancient swords of the supreme master appeared from the earth painting. They resembled seventeen peerless powerful men, exuding a chilling majesty.
The first ancient sword, with a huge blade, flew high into the sky, then plunged into the ground fiercely.
The earth was instantly like 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. Qi Qihong resisted it.
The second ancient sword soon, with a slender blade~IndoMTL.com~ It fell from the clouds and slanted into the ground not far from the river in the clouds.
In an instant, an invisible mountain was pressed 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 on the ground fiercely, his knees seemed to be broken, and there was a horrible cracking sound.
Yunzhonghe was also stubborn, and he didn't even shout.
He was pale and pained, and his eyes stared at the artist 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.