"Cliff Peak", at this time the barren grass is still there, and the lonely broken stone lies on the top of the mountain. Yang Chen vaguely remembered that when he first became a core disciple and chose the peak, he was attracted by its momentum, and then gave up because of the broken top, but he didn't expect to be able to survive this catastrophe, and there must be some kind of strange power in the mountain peak that allows it to withstand the power of spatial destruction. Suddenly, I remembered the legend that Fang Zhihao talked about this mountain, could it be that the senior left something here?

Fang Zhihao, Ge Wu, Jiang Bing, and Ling Haichao all had an impression of this cliff peak, and they had been here when they chose the peak, and what made them strange was that the Jiuding Sect had been destroyed and it was able to be preserved. "Senior brother, this mountain peak is very strange. Ge Wu looked at the broken stone in a daze and said. "Isn't it just a broken stone, what else can there be?" Jiang Bing felt that Ge Wu liked to make a fuss, and casually glanced at the broken stone, but his eyes couldn't help but stop. "This broken stone" Jiang Bing looked surprised, he actually found that there was a thunderbolt swimming on this broken stone.

"It seems that the rumors are true, this broken stone cliff really contains the power of thunder. Fang Zhihao also saw the thunder on the broken stone. "Hey, you see that these thunder mangs can still be condensed into one person!" Ge Wu suddenly shouted in surprise, but when everyone looked over, only the thunder mangs meandered. "Senior Brother Ge, you're deceiving people again!" Jiang Bing said disappointedly. "I didn't lie to you, I really saw it!" Ge Wu said seriously.

Yang Chen stared at it, and sure enough, he saw the thunder scattered on the broken stone suddenly converge, and then a blurred figure appeared. This figure is very wonderful, like a flying fairy dancing with a long sword, flying by the sky, elegant as flying, and the leisurely posture is fascinating. But it was just a flash in the pan, and it disappeared in a short moment. Yang Chen was in a trance, but he felt that the sword style was wonderful and extraordinary, a sword was in the air, and the momentum was like a flying stream, and he couldn't think of a move to break it. After pondering for a long time, he couldn't figure it out, and when he raised his eyes, Fang Zhihao, Jiang Bing, Ge Wu, and Ling Haichao were all in a trance, looking at the broken stone obsessively.

Yang Chen was shocked in his heart, and said in his heart: Could it be that this broken stone has any confusing power? Seeing Bing'er watching around the broken stone, his mind was calm, and he showed surprise from time to time, but he was not addicted to it. Yang Chen was about to ask when he heard Bing'er shout in a low voice: "Brother Yang, you watch with me." Yang Chen walked over and looked at Bing'er's eyes, the thunder on the broken stone was faintly circulating, and at this time, a vague figure appeared, this figure was the same as what he had seen before, a flying immortal holding a long sword, but the sword style was different. This sword is humble and simple, as if it is stabbed at random, but there is a tendency that there is nowhere to defend, and the artistic conception is far-reaching and elusive. After a while, the thunder dissipated, and Bing'er walked forward again, and after four or five steps, he saw the thunder mang converging and conjuring into a blurred figure, and the sword style was different. Yang Chen only discovered that there was a pattern in the scattered convergence of the thunder on the broken stone, and it actually appeared around the broken stone counterclockwise.

Yang Chen was pleasantly surprised, so there was a set of swordsmanship hidden on this broken stone, which was displayed with this thunderbolt. Yang Chen looked at Bing'er happily, "Bing'er, there's a set of swordsmanship here!" Bing'er nodded and smiled slightly, thinking that she had already thought of this. Yang Chen followed Bing'er counterclockwise around the broken stone, and a blurred figure composed of thunder and mangs appeared on the broken stone wall, the sword style was wonderful, like a shocking dragon. Yang Chen kept wandering around the broken stone, hungry and thirsty, contemplating the mysteries in the sword style. There seems to be no end to the sword styles on the broken stone wall, and each style is different. After walking through a hundred circles, Yang Chen found that the same sword styles appeared, and it seemed that these sword styles had started to demonstrate again. Fang Zhihao, Ge Wu, Jiang Bing, and Ling Haichao only turned around for dozens of times, and they already felt extremely bloated in their brains, and hurriedly sat down to understand.

Most of those sword styles Yang Chen had already memorized in his heart, and he no longer looked at the familiar ones, but only consulted those unfamiliar sword styles, so that Yang Chen had more time to comprehend. Yang Chen already had a certain amount of time when Lei Mang was scattered and reunited into a sword style, and he could always appear just right when the next sword style appeared. After another hundred circles, Yang Chen had already memorized the sword style in his heart, and he no longer circled around the broken stone, but appeared in front of the sword style he wanted to comprehend at the right time. By the time the entire set of sword styles was re-demonstrated for the fourth time, Yang Chen was already sitting cross-legged on the broken stone and meditating on it.

Yang Chen's spirit villain in the sea of spirits stood on the black jade lantern lotus, dancing the long sword gathered by the stars and the light in his hand, and the various sword-style phantoms appeared, floating like an immortal. At this time, at the beginning of the morning moon, the cliff peak is quiet and deep, and the thunder on the broken stone flashes like electricity, becoming more stout than in the daytime, and the moonlight reflects like a group of swimming snakes.

In the middle of the moon and the sky, the thunder on the broken stone surged, like a thick electric mang, which was full of broken stones. Suddenly, there was a dull roar from under the broken stone, like the roar of a trapped beast. Yang Chen and Fang Zhihao, who were cultivating, were awakened by this strange sound and hurriedly left the broken stone. At this time, I heard a clicking sound on the broken stone, like a knife chopping an axe. Yang Chen sensed and was surprised to find that this was an invisible sword qi, but he couldn't see it because the color emitted was similar to that night. At this time, the thunder surge suddenly turned into a phantom, holding a long sword in his hand, which was the phantom on the broken stone that he had comprehended during the day. The phantom long sword waved and transformed into a series of sword styles, and the sword qi flowed horizontally, like a swimming dragon, resisting the invisible sword qi.

The two sword qi are full of strange moves, and the artistic conception is continuous, like a heavenly ** battle, and the sharp momentum goes straight to the clouds, and it is like a thunderstorm in the night sky. The sword qi on the peak was vertical and horizontal, and the void was completely cracked wherever it passed. Yang Chen, Fang Zhihao, Ge Wu, Ling Haichao, and Bing'er had already taken refuge under the side cliff, revealing half of their heads at this time to peek, but they felt that the sword qi was swept sideways, and the sharp edge was about to destroy the heavens and the earth.

I saw that the invisible sword qi was domineering, and every move was full of edge, and the power was incomparable. The Thunder Mang Phantom Sword Qi is elegant and agile, exquisite and exquisite, no matter how the invisible sword qi appears, it can be cracked one by one. The sword style Yang Chen and the others are extremely familiar with the sword style that Lei Mang's phantom dances, but when the phantom is cast, it is different, a sword comes out and everything is born, and suddenly the phantom turns into thousands of sword soldiers, and the momentum is like a rainbow. Suddenly, a hundred swords were one, and all the sword styles were integrated into one move, and a sword flew away, like a cloud horse passing through a gap.

The two sword qi both had a lot of subtlety, and Yang Chen suddenly understood the many uncertainties in comparison. In the sea of spirits, the soul villain danced the starry light sword, changing like a sea of clouds and tides, and the extreme speed was like thunder across the sky, not only with the shape of the thunder phantom sword qi on the broken stone, but also with the kind of rapid and domineering of the invisible sword qi.

Although Fang Zhihao, Ge Wu, Jiang Bing, and Ling Haichao failed to see all the sword styles, they were also throbbing in their hearts when they saw the subtleties of the two sword qi at this time, no matter which sword qi came out, as long as they liked it, they would keep it in their hearts and wait for it to be slowly understood in the future. Bing'er didn't seem to be interested in the sword qi, and kept looking at the broken stone as if thinking.

An hour later, the moon deflected, and the invisible sword qi seemed to become much weaker, and in a moment, it was suppressed by the Lei Mang Phantom Sword Qi and finally disappeared. The shadow of Lei Mang turned into Lei Mang and climbed on top of the broken stone, winding and staggering, gathering and scattering and conjuring into a series of sword-like phantoms. The summit was calm again, barren and lonely, and the night breeze blew by.

"This cliff peak is not simple. Bing'er said leisurely. Fang Zhihao hurriedly said: "Will there be danger?" "I think this cliff peak is a little weird, but it is not dangerous." Ge Wu said calmly, looking like he was in his chest. "How do you know?" Fang Zhihao asked with some concern. "There have been rumors about Cliff Peak and that senior in the sect for hundreds of years, have you ever heard of anyone who has been hurt in these hundreds of years? Do you think, if there was a danger, the sect elders would have destroyed it a long time ago, how could they wait until now?" Ge Wu looked at Fang Zhihao with a smile, quite proud.

"So many peaks in the sect have been destroyed, but only this one has survived, why do you say this?" Fang Zhihao stared at Ge Wu, waiting for him to give an answer. "Well, I don't know. Ge Wu immediately had a feeling of being bitten by a snake, and he really didn't expect this. "This mountain is supposed to be banned, and it's some kind of very powerful method. Bing'er said suddenly.

"You mean this broken stone" Yang Chen was still unsatisfied, this broken stone has many strange features, if it is banned, it should be on this broken stone. "It should be about the same. However, this broken stone is only a forbidden dragon stone, and there should be a dragon gate to enter the ban under it. Bing'er said with some uncertainty.

"Ban, Longmen Stone, Longmen", these peculiar terms made Yang Chen feel stunned, he had a deep attainment in the way of the rune array, even the ancient ban could not escape his eyes, but at this time he couldn't see it, and what Bing'er said was unheard of. Yang Chen was stunned and said, "Bing'er, what kind of ban is this, how can I not see it?"

Bing'er hesitated for a while, and said, "Among you cultivators, only those who have cultivated in the Five Elements Realm can do this, and what they have already used is divine art. "Divine Technique!" Yang Chen, Fang Zhihao, Ge Wu, Ling Haichao, and Jiang Bing were immediately stunned, it was actually the art of the Immortal God.