The night is as deep as ink, a nameless lonely peak next to Chaowu Peak, a small waterfall of tens of zhang long, looking like a white satin from a distance, swaying and dancing slightly in the dark night. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The sound of the water is not as spectacular as the deep-water Hantan Waterfall, but it also has a unique flavor. Before the deep pool under the waterfall, there is also a rather empty open space for people to practice martial arts.

What's even more rare is that the periphery of this peak, the huge rocks and ancient trees, the layers are wide, and it is difficult for ordinary people to find that there is a mountain peak that is not high or low inside, it is secluded and quiet, and few people will come here.

Wuchen also found such a place by chance, and was quite happy, and immediately used it as a temporary cultivation place before returning to Chaowu Peak, and named this peak Wushan.

Wuchen checked the full Yuan stone bag in his hand, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, this time he was really right in the duel with Ma Chao.

Not far from Wushan Waterfall, there is a dry and refreshing cave, which has been repeatedly repaired by Wuchen several times in the past few days, and it is not much better than the northern area of Chaowufeng.

Wuchen just got the Yuan Stone and was about to go back to the cave to rest for a while, so he began to cultivate.

Although I haven't seen Wushan Waterfall yet, I have vaguely heard the sound of rushing water.

As soon as he thought of the tens of thousands of stones on his body, he could immediately try to break through the bottleneck of the third peak of the mad martial arts, and then jump to the fourth level of the wild martial arts.

Wuchen couldn't help but speed up his pace.

In the Stone Demon Valley, the wind and clouds were scattered, and the divine power was greatly displayed, allowing Wuchen to break through the two-fold martial arts realm all the way, and directly soared to the third peak realm of the wild martial arts.

I don't know if it's because Fengyun Dasanshou is a Xuanxiu World Xuanshu, after reaching the peak of the Wild Martial Arts, Fengyun Dasanshou suddenly fails, no matter how many times Wuchen practiced, he couldn't increase his martial energy.

Although there is no wind and clouds, as long as there is a Yuan Stone, Wuchen can absorb the Qi of Heaven and Earth from the Yuan Stone like everyone else, refine it into martial energy, and cultivate.

It's just that in terms of speed, it can't be compared with before.

Seeing that Wuchen came to the woods next to the clearing in front of the waterfall, he was about to go out.

Suddenly, there was a shout.

The dust slowed down and looked through the gaps in the branches.

But I saw a slender figure, above the clearing, flickering and moving, like a young swallow with great dexterity.

Around her body, a white light like a bright moon kept drawing circles, emitting bursts of sharp roars, and the sound was amazing.

At this moment, the figure suddenly fell to the ground, stepped on the seven stars, and said with a word:

"The stars of the Luohe River are floating in the sky,

The moon swells and flies under the clouds. ”

She said, scribbling in the air with both hands and sword pointing.

The swirling white light suddenly jumped to a height of three feet above her head, and then spun like a spinning top.

Only then did Wuchen see clearly that the white mangs on the high place were an ancient sword with a white body, as if he had seen it somewhere.

Seeing that the ancient sword turned faster and faster, and turned more and more urgently, a white cyclone gradually rolled up around the person's body, extending upward, and in the blink of an eye, it climbed to a height of forty or fifty zhang.

From a distance, the white cyclone looked like a white snake python.

When Wuchen saw this, he couldn't help but be stunned for a while, and at this time, he couldn't see anywhere that the person in the clearing was using a high-level spiritual skill.

Obviously, this spiritual skill was far superior to Ma Chao's Ice Sword.

Just as Wuchen was thinking, his feet accidentally stepped on a dry branch.

A crisp sound of dead branches snapping. At this time, it was also the critical moment for the release of the person's spiritual skills in the field: "The seventh moon falls... Who?"

The man's spiritual skills in the field came to an abrupt halt, and he pointed to the place where Wuchen was hiding.

A burst of white light burst in.

Although the white light was not yet approaching, Wuchen only felt a chill in his throat, and there was a feeling of being locked in.

Wuchen didn't think twice, took out the long stick behind his back, drank coldly, and raised the stick to greet him.

The next moment.

Just listen to a soft sound!

Sparks fly!

A huge force, unusually boundless, like the Yangtze River, rushing across.

Wuchen retreated more than a dozen big steps before he took the pile and stood firm.

The white light swirled and flew backwards, thrusting in front of the man in the clearing.

This white light was the white ancient sword that Wu Chen's somewhat familiar eyes were.

Only then did Wuchen look at the face of the man in the field.

One hair is as black as a waterfall, and two eyebrows are lightly swept like smoke.

The eyes are painted with anticipation, and the goose egg cheeks can be blown and broken.

This beautiful face, this cold and arrogant temperament, who is not Beitang Ziyue?

It stands to reason that Wuchen and Beitang Ziyue have met a few times, and they practiced spiritual path with her at Biling Peak.

Although they don't know each other, they know each other.

I didn't expect that I would peek at the other party's cultivation of spiritual skills, even if it was a fellow practitioner, it was a big taboo.

Wuchen was ashamed and ashamed, hurriedly walked out of the woods and came to the clearing, and said, "Senior Sister Beitang, mistaken..."

He hadn't said the word "will" yet, but he saw Beitang Ziyue pull out the ancient sword on the ground, point at Wuchen, and said coldly: "Who are you?"

Wuchen was stunned for a moment, and suddenly thought that he was still wearing a mask, and hurriedly wanted to take off the mask.

As soon as his hand touched the mask, there was a soft sound.

When I looked up, I saw that the white ancient sword fell to the side, and the slender and graceful body of Beitang Ziyue was falling backwards.

Wuchen hurriedly rushed up with an arrow step, but saw that Beitang Ziyueqiao's face was as pale as paper, and blood was about to flow out from the corner of her mouth.

The bright red blood and pale cheeks gave Beitang Ziyue a poignant feeling.

"Senior Sister Beitang, wake up. Senior Sister Beitang!" Wuchen shook Beitang Ziyue's shoulder.

I don't know if it was Wuchen's call that played a role, Beitang Ziyue opened her eyes faintly, looked at Wuchen, and the corners of her mouth opened slightly: "You..."

She didn't say anything after all, and she fainted again. No matter how the dust shakes this time, he can't wake up.

Wuchen glanced at the ancient sword on the ground, and then looked at the Beitang Ziyue in his arms.

I didn't feel a little messy in my heart.

What's going on?

How did she get here?

The spiritual skill just now is the falling moon...

In the end, Wuchen didn't think much about it, picked up Beitang Ziyue, took the ancient sword again, and walked towards his cave.

The cave was right next to the waterfall, and there were two chambers next to each other.

Wuchen put Beitang Ziyue in the cave room where he used as his bedroom, the new bed that had just been made. This is a good piece of wood that he chose after looking for a long time.

Resting on a quiet wooden bed often can have a calming effect.

This bed has been built, and Wuchen has not had time to use it once, but now it is the purple moon of the North Hall, and it is the first to ascend.

Wuchen took a closer look at Beitang Ziyue's physical condition. Fortunately, the meridians in her body were intact, but her internal organs were seriously injured, which seemed to be caused by the interruption of her spiritual skills, and more than once.