Chapter 1692 (1/2)

After some people clean up their emotions, they collect the corpses of people they are familiar with.

At this time, a group of people entering the No. 3 light hole were basically numb. Although they had got some pills, how could the pills that were about to lose their efficacy be worth such a dangerous journey.

Looking at the deep passage ahead, the people reluctantly shuffled in.

I don't know how long it took. Just as it was about to collapse, a stone gate that could only hold two people standing side by side appeared at the end of the tunnel.

A few lines of words were scrawled on the stone gate. Just as he was at a loss for the incomprehensible words, an old man with white hair who had been unknown in the crowd pushed aside the man in front of him and walked to the stone gate.

”From the very beginning, Jianxiu has been fighting with people, with the earth, with heaven, with himself. Only Party B who survived in the duel can be called strong. Find out the two swordsmen, open the stone gate and duel. ”

After the old man translated the sentence silently, 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 the condition, everyone talked about it, but they couldn't stop looking at Shangguan Huan and Chen Ping who had just killed the mecha. These two men just killed the strong man of mecha by themselves.

Shangguan Huan was overjoyed to see that people intended to send him and Chen Ping in. It was a good opportunity for him to kill Chen Ping, and no one would care more about it.

Seeing this, Chen Ping and Shangguan Huan did not say much. They stepped forward to hold down the mechanism and delivered some sword meaning to it.

The stone gate opened slowly, but inside it was a cloud of fog, and people could not see the scene clearly.

”Please.”

After that, Shangguan Huan stepped in.

Chen Ping did not have too much hesitation. Although Shangguan Huan has the seal of ancestral dragon and royal family, and his hard power is also very strong, Chen Ping is not a soft persimmon to be manipulated.

The two disappeared in the fog, and the stone gate closed, leaving a group of anxious waiting for the results of the crowd, and some even opened a bet.

As soon as Chen Ping and Shangguan Huan Gang stepped in, the surrounding scenery changed rapidly, including mountains, rivers, lakes, and bustling streets.

Finally stopped in a quiet bamboo forest, the wind through the bamboo forest constantly issued a rustling sound, the depth of the bamboo forest seems to have a sitting stranger.

Just listen to this person sip a sip of tea, light way: ”you can start.”

As soon as the mysterious man's voice fell, Shangguan Huan's hand turned into a sharp blade and chopped it towards Chen pingchong. Chen Ping pulled out the Canglong sword and blocked it in front of him.

A few back and forth, Shangguan Huan was surprised that Chen Ping and his own strength were equal, sneered and said: ”you are here too!”

After that, Shangguan Huan took out a sword with a very simple scabbard from Najie. After removing the scabbard, he saw that the sword body was constantly filled with wind elements.

A gust of wind came. Shangguan Huan, who took the sword, had a good momentum.

The two swords are intended to become stronger in the collision. The mysterious tea drinker squints and smiles to appreciate the fight.

”Wind devil chop!”

Under the blessing of sword, the killing skill is more destructive and the surrounding space fluctuates to a certain extent.

The sword spirit sealed all the dead corners of Chen Ping. Just as Shangguan Huan lamented that there was still no passion for the battle, Chen Ping's sword in his hand faded its simple appearance and revealed the original appearance of Canglong sword.

A burst of dragon chant spread from bamboo forest to the sky. Before Shangguan Huan stepped out of his surprise, Chen Ping had already finished the sword attack by pinching the formula. The Canglong sword was transformed into a sky sword. After the rain, it was combined again. It was several times stronger than the original momentum. Behind the sword, there was an image of a primitive giant sword.

”Ten thousand swords return to one!”

Chen Ping stabbed the wind devil with his sword.

Tea drinker, clap your hands.