Supreme Medicinal God

The pavilion of the Jiange is well preserved. The seven-story building has no signs of damage. Only the ten-foot-high copper gate collapsed in half.

Ye Feng found that the copper gate was cut by a sharp object at once, and the fracture was smooth and smooth.

Xiaobai jumped and ran into the sword pavilion first. Although she became humanoid, she was still as hot as before, sniffing the air with her nose.

Looking at Xiao Bai's powdery jade-like face, Ye Feng saw her more and more as a little sister, worried that she would be hurt by the ban.

"Be careful, there is a special energy here."

Before the sword pavilion, Ye Feng's idea extended into it, and he felt a familiar breath in it. This kind of breath, once felt in the nine sword figures in Gui Wuya, was a touch of sword breath, a long lasting one. Sword intent.

There is a portrait hanging in the middle of the hall, an old man with white hair, a shining look, a long sword on his shoulder, a green dress, and a bone of fairy wind.

The inscription on the portrait is Ling Yuanzi.

Ling Yuanzi's eyes were deep, as if staring at himself.

Ye Feng couldn't help but look at it twice. This portrait was really fascinating, and it must have come from the holy hand of Danqing.

Ye Feng's sight missed the portrait and stopped on the long sword behind Ling Yuanzi's shoulder. The sword was back behind Ling Yuanzi and he could only see the word Ling Yuan carved on the red handle.

It turned out that Ling Yuanzi's sword, like his name, was named Ling Yuan.

Under the portrait is a table of eight immortals. The table and chairs have been completely damaged. Like the red copper gate, it was completely split by a sharp object at a time, and the incision is very neat.

Ye Feng was surprised to find that not only the tables and chairs, but the copper gate, including the neat bluestone brick floor, also had a neat trace.

He felt that this should be done with a sword, split the door from the outside, and affected the blue brick floor, table and chairs inside.

This sword was too domineering. Not only did it cut the gate, but the fierce sword spirit also cut into the sword pavilion.

It even makes people feel that after thousands of years, that wisp of qi is still echoing here.

The empty hall, except for the broken table and chairs, and the portrait, there is nothing else.

Ye Feng wanted to go up the stairs to the second floor. Xiaobai had already ran up, and Xiaobai's footsteps were heard on the roof.

Ye Feng's feet also stepped on the stairs, but retracted again, and returned to the hall on the first floor, he saw a little bit of a clue.

He seemed to see a sword outside the door, unstoppable, cut off the copper gate, the sword gas cut the bluestone brick, cut a neat slit, and cut into two pieces together with the table and chairs.

But the sword energy, along the bluestone brick to the corner here, but stopped abruptly.

This fierce wisp of qi was stopped.

According to the principle, the ray of sword gas has been cut to the corner of the wall, and the wall in front of the hall should also have a deep sword mark.

Ye Feng lifted up the portrait of Ling Yuanzi. The wall behind was very smooth and there were no sword marks.

Ye Feng seemed to be enlightened. It seems that this sword spirit was blocked by this portrait of Ling Yuanzi.

There must be something wrong with this picture.

Ye Feng thought of this, and a ray of thought extended to the painting.

Suddenly, his consciousness was bounced off by some kind of object, and there was obviously a prohibition in this portrait.

Ye Feng strengthened his own consciousness. His consciousness was already very strong, and after the body was washed in the spirit pool, it became stronger.

The consciousness quickly cut into the portrait.

A cold hum came: "Boy, what do you want to do?"

A sword sound came like a dragon song, but the sound was far away from the horizon, but it was near.

In the dim hall, a dazzling sword flashed suddenly, as if lightning struck the darkness.

Ye Feng was shocked in his heart, but prepared long ago, the thought moved, and the Wolf Moon Sword flew out of the medicine king ring.

Dang, a crisp golden iron symphony.

A long sword with a crystal clear body in the whole body was blocked by Ye Feng three feet above his head. If it was later, this sword would cut Ye Feng's neck.

What surprised Ye Feng even more was that the handle of the flying sword was as red as blood, and the word Ling Yuan was carved on it.

Isn't this the Lingyuan Sword of Ling Yuanzi in the portrait?

That Ling Yuanjian once again made a slight trembling, traversing two elegant arcs in the air, just like two silver moons, divided into two upper and lower, and chopped to Ye Feng.

Ye Feng secretly panicked, obviously a sword, how could it be divided into upper and lower swords.

He could no longer tell the difference, he could only flash back suddenly, the wolf moon slammed a sword in his throat, and the aura shield in his left hand glowed golden light, blocking the sword below.

Dang, Dang, two golden iron symphonies, like spring water dingdong, clear and sweet.

Although the two sword lights were blocked, the huge potential contained therein, wave after wave, shocked Ye Feng's wrists.

Ye Feng's body has been washed twice, and the ancient gods have reached the level of the virtual sun. Even if the stone falls, it can be easily blocked, but it is stunned by the two swords. .

"Can actually block me two swords, good boy, you try my Wanjian Qifa again."

With a wave of sound, Ye Feng felt that there was a box opened in the portrait on the wall. I didn’t know the illusion, or what. I saw Ling Yuanzi’s portrait sneered at the corner of his mouth. The sword sheath behind him was like a volcanic eruption, constantly The colorful light spewed out.

In the dark hall, the wisps of brilliant light resembled the blossoming silver trees of fire trees, bright and shining, and resembled spring tide fireworks, rising to mid-air.

But Ye Feng didn't want to appreciate it, because he felt that in the gorgeous fireworks, there was a fierce sword spirit, and every strand could cut gold and iron, and split the mountain and gravel.

Ye Feng squeezed a sword tactic with his fingers, and Thunder Sword, Shenlong Shuo, and Wolf Moon Sword also shot together.

Thunder Sword quickly spins in the air like a tri-color light wheel, covering Ye Feng in it.

In addition to the three-color light wheel, the wolf moon sword also danced a silver wheel, like a silver moon in the dark hall, a ray of sword light, as smooth as mercury leaks.

Ye Feng was holding the Dragon Dragon Shuttle in his hand, and the whole body of the gods poured into three different weapons, like the enemies staring at the bright fireworks in the mid-air of the hall.

As Ye Feng expected, the gorgeous fireworks suddenly turned into endless shiny silver awns, pouring down like a rainstorm.

A shower of rain hits bananas, clanging, and endless.

The light wheel of the Thunder Sword is precarious under the pouring rain, and it looks weak and can't help the wind in front of the ten thousand sword lights. , Rushed fiercely towards Wandao Jianguang.

Rumbling, Wan Dao Jianguang was beaten by the purple mad dragon like Qionghua broken jade, but in a blink of an eye, pouring down again, and the momentum became more powerful than just now.