Chapter 2622

The pavilion of Jiange is well preserved. There is no sign of damage to the seven story building. Only the ten foot high copper gate collapsed.

Ye Feng found that the copper door was a sharp object, cut open at one time, and the fracture was smooth.

Xiaobai jumps and runs into the sword Pavilion. Although she has become a human, she is still as hot as before, sniffing the air with her nose.

Looking at Xiaobai's carved face, Ye Feng looks at her as a little sister more and more, worrying that she will be hurt when she is forbidden.

"Be careful. There's a special energy here."

Before the sword Pavilion, Ye Feng's idea extended to it, and felt a familiar breath inside. This kind of breath was once felt in the nine swords painting of guiwuyuan. It was a touch of sword spirit, a thread of lasting sword meaning.

In the middle of the hall is a portrait of an old man with white hair and beard. He looks hale and bright. He has a long sword on his shoulder, a green dress and a pair of fairy spirits.

The inscription on the portrait shows that the man in the picture is Ling Yuanzi.

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

Ye Feng couldn't help looking at it more. The portrait was really fascinating. It must have come from the painting master.

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

It turns out that Ling Yuanzi's sword, like his name, is called Lingyuan.

At the bottom of the portrait is a table of eight immortals. The tables and chairs have been completely damaged. Like the copper gate, they are completely cut by a sharp object. The cut is very neat.

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

He felt that it should have been done by a sword. He split the gate from the outside and hurt the green brick floor, tables and chairs inside.

This sword is too overbearing. It not only cuts off the gate, but also cuts into the sword Pavilion.

It even makes people feel that after thousands of years, the sword spirit still reverberates here.

The empty hall had nothing but broken tables and chairs and the portrait.

Ye Feng wants to go up the stairs to the second floor. Xiaobai has already run up, and Xiaobai's footsteps are coming from the top of the building.

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

He seemed to see a sword outside the door, which was unstoppable. It cut through the bronze gate, and cut the bluestone brick into a neat slit, and cut it into two parts together with the table and chair.

But the sword spirit, along the blue stone brick to the corner here, but suddenly stopped.

The fierce sword spirit was stopped.

According to the truth, the sword Qi has been cut to the corner of the wall. There should be a deep sword mark on the wall in front of the hall.

Ye Feng opened the portrait of Ling Yuanzi. The wall behind it was very flat without any sword marks.

Ye Feng seems to have some understanding. It seems that this sword spirit is blocked by this portrait of Ling Yuanzi.

There must be something wrong with this painting.

When Ye Feng thought of this, a wisp of thought extended to the painting.

All of a sudden, his divine mind was bounced away by something, and there was obviously a prohibition in this portrait.

Ye Feng strengthened his divine consciousness, which was already very strong, and became more powerful after being cut and washed in the spirit pool.

Divinity quickly entered the portrait.

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

The sound of a sword sounds like the song of a dragon. The sound is far away from the horizon, but it is close at hand.

In the dark hall, suddenly flashed a dazzling sword light, as if lightning cut through the darkness.

Ye Feng's heart is startled, but he has already prepared for it. The Wolf Moon sword suddenly flies out from the medicine King's ring.

When, a clear sound of gold and iron cross Ming.

A long sword with crystal like jade was blocked by Ye Feng three feet above his head. If it was later, the sword would cut off Ye Feng's neck.

To Ye Feng's surprise, the handle of the flying sword is as red as blood, and the word Lingyuan is carved on it.

Isn't this the Lingyuan sword of Ling Yuanzi in the picture?

The Lingyuan sword made a slight trembling sound again. It crossed two elegant arcs in the air, just like two hooks of silver moon. They were divided into two parts, and they were chopped to Ye Feng.

Ye Feng was frightened. It was a sword. How could it be divided into two swords.

He can't distinguish, so he can only dodge and retreat. The Wolf Moon in his hand hurls a sword into his throat. The aura shield of his left hand blooms with golden light to block the next sword.

When, when, two gold Iron Cross Ming, like spring Ding Dong, clear and pleasant.

Although it blocked two sword lights, it contained huge potential. One wave after another made Ye Feng's wrist numb.

Ye Feng's body has been cut twice to wash the marrow. The archaic Shenyuan has reached the state of Xu Yang. Even if a thousand jin of stone falls, it can be easily blocked. However, his Qi and blood are floating due to the light of two swords. It can be seen how powerful this sword is."You can block my two swords. Good boy, try my ten thousand swords at once again."

With the sound of the wave, Ye Feng felt that there was a box opened in the portrait on the wall. He did not know the illusion or what. He saw a sneer at the corner of his mouth of the portrait of Ling Yuanzi. The scabbard behind him was like a volcanic eruption, constantly emitting colorful light.

In the dark hall, the brilliant rays of light, like firecrackers, glittering, and spring fireworks, rose into the sky.

But Ye Feng didn't want to appreciate it, because he felt the fierce sword spirit in the gorgeous fireworks. Every ray can cut gold, cut iron, and chop rocks.

Ye Feng pinched a sword formula with his fingers, and the thunder sword, dragon shuttle and Wolf Moon sword were also shot together.

Thunder sword whirled rapidly in mid air, just like a tricolor light wheel, covering Ye Feng in it.

In addition to the three color light wheel, the Wolf Moon sword also dances a silver wheel. In the dark hall, it is like a silver moon, and the light of the sword is like water and silver.

Ye Feng holds the Dragon shuttle in his hand, and his whole body Shenyuan pours into three different weapons, concentrating on the bright fireworks in the air of the hall as if facing a great enemy.

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

A shower of rain like banana, jingling sound, continuous.

The light wheel of Jinglei sword is in danger under the downpour. It looks weak in front of the ten thousand sword lights, but it is not broken. Instead, it looks like an enraged dragon. It emits a dazzling purple electric light and rushes fiercely against the light of the sword.

The light of ten thousand swords was smashed like jade by purple dragon, but in a blink of an eye, it poured down again, and the momentum became more powerful than before.