Chapter 1692: , The power of Ancestral Dragon Bloodline

After some people cleaned up their emotions, they put away the corpses of people they knew.
At this time, the crowds who entered the No. 3 Light Hole were basically numb. Although they got some pill, how could the pill that was about to lose its efficacy be worth the dangerous journey.
Looking at the deep passage ahead, the crowd reluctantly shuffled in.
I don't know how long it took, just as it was about to collapse, a stone gate that could only accommodate two people standing side by side appeared at the end of the tunnel.
A few lines of words were scribbled on the Shimen. Just as the unintelligible word was at a loss, a white-haired old man who had stayed unknown in the crowd pushed aside the people in front of him and walked to Shimen.
"From the beginning of the practice, the sword repairer must constantly fight, fight with people, fight with the earth, fight with the sky, fight with yourself. Only the second party who survives the duel can be called powerful. Find two swordsmen, Open the stone gate and have a duel."
After the old man silently translated the sentence, he returned to the crowd.
I saw that there were two organs on both sides of the stone gate, which must be opened by those who participated in the duel.
Hearing that the conditions were so, everyone talked a lot, but they couldn't stop looking at Shangguan Huan and Chen Ping, who had just killed the mecha. These two people were the strong men who killed the mecha alone.
Shangguan Huan was overjoyed when he saw that the crowd had sent him and Chen Ping intentionally. This was a god-given opportunity for him. To kill Chen Ping in one fell swoop, no one would care more.
Chen Ping and Shangguan Huan didn't say much when they saw this. They stepped forward and held down the mechanism, sending some sword intent towards it.
Shimen slowly opened, but inside the door was a cloud of mist, and everyone couldn't see the scene inside.
"please."
Shangguan Huan stepped in after he said.
Chen Ping did not hesitate too much. Although this Shangguan Huan had the mark of the Ancestral Dragon imperial family and his hard power was also very strong, Chen Ping was not a soft persimmon at his disposal.
The two disappeared in the mist, and Shimen closed, leaving behind a group of people anxiously waiting for the result, and some even opened a gambling game.
It is said that as soon as Chen Ping and Shangguan Huan stepped in, the surrounding scenery changed rapidly, mountains, rivers, lakes, and bustling downtown streets.
Finally, I stopped in a quiet bamboo forest. The wind rustled through the bamboo forest. It seemed that there was an outsider sitting in the depths of the bamboo forest.
He only listened to this person taking a sip of tea, and said lightly: "You can start now."
As soon as the mysterious man's voice fell, Shangguan Huan's hand turned into a sharp blade and slashed towards Chen Pingchong. Chen Ping pulled out the Canglong sword and blocked it in front of his chest.
After several rounds, Shangguan Huan was surprised that Chen Ping and his own strength were comparable, and sneered: "You are here too!"
After all, Shangguan Huan took out a very simple sword with a very simple scabbard from Na Jie. After removing the scabbard, I saw that the body of the sword was constantly surging with wind elements.
A gust of wind strikes, this Shangguan Huan with the sword is pretty good.
The sword intent of the two became stronger in the collision, and the mysterious tea-drinking man squinted and smiled to admire the battle.
"Wind Demon Slash!"
The killing skills under the blessing of the sword have become more destructive, and the surrounding space has fluctuated to a certain extent.
This sword aura sealed all the dead spots of Chen Ping to death. Just as Shangguan Huan lamented that there was still no passion for fighting, the sword in Chen Ping's hand faded from its plain appearance, revealing the original appearance of the Canglong Sword.
There was a dragon chant, passing from the bamboo forest to the sky. Before Shangguan Huan could walk out of surprise, Chen Ping had already completed the kendo attack by pinching the tactics, and the Canglong sword turned into a sky full of swords and joined together after the rain. The momentum was more than several times stronger, and behind the sword there was an image of a simple giant sword.
"Ten thousand swords return to one!"
Chen Ping lifted the sword and stabbed towards the wind demon.
The mysterious man drinking tea, clap his hands and applaud.
The two swords collided, and the fluctuations of the hedge shook the bamboo forest into the sky.
The two retreated to the edge of the bamboo forest at the same time, Chen Ping's tiger's mouth was a little numb, and a gap appeared in the sword in Shangguan Huan's hand.
"Very good, very good, you didn't disappoint me."
Shangguan Huan said to Chen Ping frantically.
"I'm afraid it won't be what you want this time."
After Chen Ping said, his hands rose with flames, and two fire snakes were wrapped around the Canglong sword.
The Canglong sword spouting flames everywhere made the surrounding bamboo forest a little yellow.
"I'm very happy! Chen Ping! You can play with me for so long! I want to thank you very much!"
In Shangguanhuan's words, all the wind in this bamboo forest stopped, and for a time only the rustling of fallen leaves and the sound of mysterious people sucking tea.
Chen Ping didn't want to give him a chance, so he lifted his sword and slashed up.
"late!"
Shangguanhuan's hands full of wind elements waved continuously around him, and they were quickly interwoven into a seemingly airtight sphere.
At the moment Chen Ping's attack landed on this sphere, a powerful reaction force bounced Chen Ping away.
The sphere did not stop because of this, and moved quickly towards Chen Ping, like a hedgehog covered in spikes.
In this case, Chen Ping flew into the air to dissipate the flame of the sword.
A huge sword formation fell down with a majestic aura, and nearly a hundred Qingfeng sword shadows within the sword formation flew back and forth, and the sword formation began to spin rapidly.
The mysterious person who felt the incomparably powerful sword intent on the side was finally unable to restrain himself and stood up.
Under the constant bombardment of Qingfeng Sword Array, Shangguanhuan’s skills began to show gaps. Soon, Shangguanhuan couldn’t help but stopped his hands and began to lift his sword to resist.
At this time, Shangguan Huan lost his cold and stern momentum at the beginning, and his hands continued to hurt, like a blood man.
Unexpectedly, before hurting Chen Ping's hair, he became like this first!
Shangguan Huan roared: "I will break your body into pieces!"
In an instant, the Ancestral Dragon imperial imprint behind Shangguanhuan shined brightly, with turquoise scales appearing on his body, and a pair of vertical pupils appeared when he opened his eyes. The original skin of his fingers was broken and turned into yellow claws.
However, it should be painful to watch his incarnation process. Chen Ping secretly sighed that it was not so troublesome when his unicorn mark was transformed.
The cyan sword aura in the Qingfeng sword formation, when it touches it, it can only leave a white mark after making a "ding" sound. Seeing that the attack has been invalidated, Chen Ping does not need to continue to release his energy to consume his energy, so Waved away the sword formation and watched the changes.
"This is our Zulong royal family!"
Shangguan Huan, who had already transformed himself, raised his head and roared at Chen Ping.
"It seems that your blood is still impure."
Chen Ping saw that he was only in scales, his eyes changed and laughed.
"I'm going to peel your skin! I'm pulling your muscles!"
After the transformation, Shangguan Huan became even more irritable, and his animality was released.
"Then see if your skin is hard enough."
Chen Ping took the Canglong Sword and hacked it at the Tianling Gai of the Shangguan Huan.