Half of the painting, only the top half was revealed.

A lone peak stood, shrouded in clouds and mist, old trees coiled around it, and a small Taoist temple sat alone at the top of the mountain, left out of the world.

The old Taoist priest in tattered Taoist robes was carrying an ancient sword on his back, his eyes full of killing intent, as he was stepping out of the gate of the kantian.

It was an ink painting.

Other than black and white, there wasn't any kind of other colors.

The sky in the painting had no sun, only thick dark clouds, heavy and heavy, giving people an inexplicable feeling of depression.

But only where the old Taoist priest stood, there is a ray of slanting sun ......

No, it was not a slanting sun.

Rather, it was a sword light that contained but had not yet been released, breaking through the layers of dark clouds into a ray of light, as if it was trying to wash away the sky and cleanse the world of filth!

"This painting, this painting ......"

Wudang Mountain, in the Taoist temple.

Zhang Sanfeng stared blankly at the painting that had been enlarged by him by half, his gaze seemed to be fixed on it, and his whole person did not move at all.

In a trance, he felt that he had become the person in the painting.

A great sadness filled his chest, the thickness of the dark clouds was unbearable, Zhang Sanfeng, as if he was there, subconsciously reached out and grabbed, the sword hanging on the wall flew to his hand.

"Almost, almost!"

Zhang Sanfeng grasped the scabbard with one hand and held the hilt with the other, wanting to pull out the sword.

But he always felt that it was so close, there was no reason for this sword to be pulled out, because there was only half of this painting, and the other half was the reason why the old Taoist priest had taken the sword and descended from the mountain!

A long time.

Zhang Sanfeng decadently put down the sword in his hand.

He did not dare to pull out the sword, the painting is not complete, the sword will have no target, the accumulation of all the strength of the body of the sword, will only hurt themselves!

But Zhang Sanfeng also had a wonderful premonition.

If he could really draw this sword, he would step into a whole new realm that he had never reached in his life!

"Half! Why is it only half!?"

On a mountain cliff, the black-clothed Dokuroku Kushan was frantic.

Sword qi was spreading all around him, slicing the ground under his feet into pieces, and an extremely ugly-looking eagle beside him hid far away for fear of being affected.

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"No, this one painting, I must see the complete version!"

It took a long time for Dokuroku to calm down.

He had been obsessed with swords all his life, and in just forty years, he had reached the realm where no sword was better than a sword, and was definitely described as an unprecedented genius!

But just the moment he saw this half of the Old Monarch's Sword Carrying Picture.

Dokuroku realized that his sword path which he thought had come to an end had taken a turn for the better, and the ancient sword carried by the old Taoist priest in the painting had a profound sword path that he had never seen before!

Dragon Tiger Mountain.

Heavenly Master's Mansion.

The old Heavenly Master was shrouded in golden light like substance, surging like a tidal wave, causing the disciples of the entire Dragon Tiger Mountain to look at the top of the mountain in shock, thinking that there was a great enemy coming.

"Senior brother?"

A slightly worried voice sounded outside the door.

"I'm fine."

The old Heavenly Master responded calmly, the golden light on his body gradually fading away.

There was a long silence.

Only then did he let out a dark sigh, "Perfectly integrating the ultimate sword dao into the ultimate painting dao, the existence that made this painting has an appalling comprehension of the dao ...... Unfortunately, it doesn't match my dao."

In the square, it wasn't that he had intentionally cast the Golden Light Mantra.

Rather, it was because the sword intent in the painting made his body feel a terrifying crisis and autonomously inspired it!

"The heavens and the heavens exchange group ...... the heavens and the heavens, the unfathomable beings are really too many and too many, half a painting makes it difficult for me to hold myself, hey, the Dao has no end ah ......"

A temple in a temple.

Fa Hai's face was pale at this time, full of horror.

Right at the moment this picture appeared, the golden statue of Buddha behind it, unexpectedly bloomed with infinite Buddha's light, going to suppress that half a painting.

However, the truly horrifying thing was yet to come!

In that half-picture, the old Taoist priest wearing a worn-out Taoist robe, as if he had suddenly come to life, glanced expressionlessly towards the golden statue of Buddha, and that ancient sword was also sheathed for half an inch, with a murderous aura of millions of pounds.

Just one glance!

Ten thousand feet of Buddha light suddenly extinguished!

"Click ......"

A crisp sound suddenly rang out, Fa Hai stiffened and slowly turned his head.

In his stagnant line of sight, the golden statue's head split in half, and in the center of its brow, a tiny sword mark was clearly visible ......

......

Inside the small store.

Ye Feng was slightly puzzled, why did all the groupies suddenly stop talking?

He clicked on the photo and looked at it, and searched and thought that it wasn't that bad.

Although handsome is handsome, but not to the point of shocking the world and crying to the gods, there is no reason for people to be shocked and unable to speak.

Really a group of strange people!

Ye Feng looked at the few names inside the group and rubbed his chin.

He could probably tell now.

The person whose group nickname was "How Lonely is the Invincible" should be playing the role of the Sword Demon Dokuroku.

And Dawei Tianlong needless to say, Fa Hai undoubtedly.

I really Taiji master, known as "Zhang Zhenren", no doubt, he played the iron is Taiji Zhang Sanfeng!

Now there are two other people who don't know who they are playing.

One is a "commoner".

One is "the proud daughter of heaven".

The former has only said one sentence since the beginning, there is no way to guess.

The latter ......

Ye Feng's face looked slightly odd.

Judging from her exchanges with other group members, she was probably playing the "protagonist" of a chat group type novel!

"Quite good at playing."

Ye Feng had a smile at the corner of his mouth, having such a group of "self-indulgent" living treasures could indeed relax his tense mind.

At this time, there was once again a movement in the group.

How lonely is invincible: "@Artist brother, can that painting alone give me a complete version? What do you want, the seventy-two Buddhist stunts? Dragonfalling Eighteen Palms? The Six Veins of the Divine Sword? Including my Dokuroku Nine Swords, you can have them all!!!"

I'm really a Tai Chi Master: "Poor Taoist's Tai Chi Fist and Tai Chi Sword can also be exchanged."

Painting?

Inside the opulent house, Su Xiaoyan froze for a moment before noticing that there was still half a painting on the picture.

"The group was so quiet just now because they all went to study that half painting?"

Su Xiaoyan drifted off.

Her gaze fell on the half painting and she frowned a small frown.

Although it looked stunning and had a strange and unspeakable mood, other than that, she couldn't see any other special places.

"Is it because my cultivation is too low?"

Su Xiaoyan's beautiful eyes flashed.

It was the first time she had ever seen Dokuroku Kusum get so excited, which meant that there was bound to be something unusual about this painting, and its value in Dokuroku Kusum's eyes even exceeded that of an eight hundred year old Ginseng Essence!

"It's a pity that I don't know which big brother the newcomer is, otherwise I can dramatize it, and maybe I can exchange that painting into my hands ......"

Su Xiaoyan muttered.

Half a painting?

Ye Feng was slightly stunned and looked at the photo he had just posted, it turned out that he had taken half of the Old Monarch Carrying a Sword Picture in.

"I can't imagine ah, there's even someone in the group who knows what they're doing?"

The attainment of this painting was extremely deep, ordinary people who looked at it just felt that it was stunning and uncommon, but if they had some research on the painting, they would be able to know the significance of what the painting represented!

Not daring to say that there was no one after it, but it could definitely be called unprecedented!

"But, how did they think of exchanging it with some Dragonfall Eighteen Palms or Taijiquan? Going off the deep end, right?"

Ye Feng cried and laughed.

He didn't think so, after all, the group of friends weren't opening their mouths to ask for the real artifacts without a B-number, they just wanted a photo to look at it, and it didn't have any real value.

Aimed his cell phone at the "Laojun Carrying Sword Figure", took a complete picture, and then sent it into the group.

After thinking about it.

Ye Feng jokingly typed, "Forget about the 18th Palm of the Descending Dragon or whatever, if you really want to give something, send a red envelope!"