Chapter 1693

Shangguan Huan raised his hands to grab the fierce sword. Although he caught the sword, his palm was cut into more than three inches, and blood flowed out.

"Come here!"

Shangguan Huan firmly grasped the blade with one hand, and grabbed Chen Ping's neck with the other.

Chen Ping would not let people grasp the vitals so easily, raised a pillar of earth to block Shangguan Huan's sharp claws, and at the same time used his strength to lift the sword to cut off the four fingers of his left hand.

Perhaps because of the Zulong bloodline, Shangguan Huan didn't look very painful because of it, and laughed loudly: "I see how many times you can escape!"

The recovery ability of this ancestral dragon's blood is really strong. Shangguan Huan took the severed finger and pressed it again. In just a few breaths, the cross-section stopped bleeding.

A dragon chant uttered from Shangguan Huan's mouth, and the sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds, with the potential for a storm to come.

Chen Ping did not expect that the blood of the ancestor dragon that was not pure enough could also call wind and rain.

For a moment, thunder and lightning flashed, and a thunderbolt struck towards Chen Ping.

Chen Ping got up to dodge, only to see that the thunderbolt hit the ground and blasted a hole as big as his face.

He couldn't spend any more time with him. As more intensive thunder and lightning fell, the unicorn mark on Chen Ping's forehead emitted a fiery red light.

Seeing this, Shangguan Huan froze in place, shook his head and questioned Chen Ping, "Aren't you from Bai Ze!? Why do you have the mark of the Qilin royal family!"

"I never said that I belong to the Bai Ze royal family."

During the speech, Chen Ping's whole body was already wrapped in flames, and the flames gradually turned into the appearance of a unicorn.

A thunderbolt hit the Qilin Huoren's head impartially, but it only made him tilt his head slightly.

The mysterious man not far away opened his umbrella and continued to watch the duel with relish.

Shangguan Huan's eyes became darker and colder, he gritted his teeth and said, "This way, I can't keep you."

"It seems that you still don't understand the current situation." Chen Ping said flatly.

After all, Chen Ping rushed forward like a cannonball.

Shangguan Huan, who had no time to dodge, had to let Chen Ping's fist smash his chest, and then felt himself flying backwards and knocking down a bamboo forest.

"Blast your heart to pieces and see what you can recover."

Chen Ping shouted!

Although the blood of the ancestor dragon has a strong recovery ability, it cannot be reborn from the ashes like the blood of the fire phoenix. This injury is enough to kill Shan Guanhuan directly.

Unexpectedly, Shangguan Huan, who had such an obvious gap in strength, collapsed with unwillingness and surprise in his eyes. Before facing the attack, he was still thinking about how to fight back, but he couldn't even bear this blow.

Originally, Chen Ping Qilin didn't have such a strong attack power in his state, but he tried to attach sword intent to his fist, which was somewhat similar to nondescript fist intent.

Chen Ping dissipated the flames all over his body, and the same symptoms as last time appeared. After a slight dizziness, he still stood firm. This time the consumption was not as much as before, and he did not appear to be exhausted last time.

Shangguan Huan died, and the dark clouds in the sky gradually dispersed. The mysterious man in the distance walked over through the bamboo forest, and every step seemed to have a very strong sword intent.

Originally in the bamboo forest, Chen Ping couldn't see his face clearly, but now that he got closer, Chen Ping could see his face clearly.

The appearance of this mysterious man is no different from that of an ordinary old man, except for his beard and eyebrows, a silver-white beard growing from his chin, the beard almost reaching his stomach, and his eyebrows are like silver swords.

Wearing a robe, you can feel his thin figure when the wind blows.

Chen Ping bowed his head and said respectfully: "Chen Ping, pay my respects to senior."

"The old man sees that you have some achievements in sword training. I have a sword technique. I don't know if you want to learn it." The old man asked with a smile.

"Senior, please enlighten me!" Chen Ping said with a bow.

"Let's change places." The old man closed his eyes and said.

The scenery around the two of them changed like a revolving lantern, and finally they stopped beside a small stone pavilion with a few strong bamboos growing on the side of the stone pavilion.

The old man took Chen Ping into the long pavilion, and said to Chen Chen: "I saw that your swordsmanship is very powerful, and there is a trace of indistinguishable delicacy in it. Don't lean."

"My book of swordsmanship is called "Opening and Closing Swordsmanship". It was created when I traveled mountains and rivers in my early years and saw all kinds of forms in the world. This swordsmanship can only be mastered by a broad-minded person. If a narrow-minded person Acquisition will definitely lead to madness."

After all, the old man put his hand on top of Chen Ping's head, and sent the sword technique directly to him.

In Chen Ping's mind, a villain who was practicing sword suddenly appeared, and his sword's posture changes just like the title of the book, opening and closing, without delay.

"There are five chapters in this swordsmanship, the Moon Sword, Mountain Splitting Sword, Sun Piercing Sword, Sultry Sword, and Emotional Sword. If you practice it to perfection, you can even open mountains and valleys."

Then the old man, like a widowed old man, pulled Chen Ping and told him a bunch of his experiences when he was young.

Chen Ping also had some guesses about his identity. But after so many years, what remains should be only a broken wisp of divine consciousness.

"It's getting late, it's time to send you back."

Just as the old man was about to close his eyes and disappear, Chen Ping stopped the old man and asked, "Chen Ping still doesn't know the name of senior."

"I have long forgotten my name, but others call me Bamboo Sword Immortal."

The old man had a slender bamboo sword pinned to his waist all the time, after saying that, the old man disappeared in white smoke.

The scene around him changed again.

In the passageway of the stone wall, everyone saw the stone door slowly opening, and got up and looked forward to it. Elder Wang looked even more dignified. In the final analysis, it is best for both of them to be safe and sound.

After the stone door was fully opened, a figure popped up, Chen Ping stabilized his figure, and everyone discovered the handsome man with a tired expression, but what about the other one?

Everyone was puzzled.

"Where's Shangguan Huan?"

"Why haven't you seen him come out yet?"

"..."

Someone began to whisper: "I won't die inside."

Before everyone could figure out the situation, the mist inside the stone gate gradually dissipated, revealing its original appearance, with a sword inserted into the stone in the center of the room.

Seeing that there was no body of Shangguan Huan in the room, Chen Ping was sure that he was left in the bamboo forest, so he turned and said to everyone: "Brother Shangguan continued to go deeper, I came back here because I lost. "

"Let me just say, how could Shangguan Huan be so strong and lose."

"That's right, the title of Little Wind Demon in the Imperial City is not for nothing."

"..."

Chen Ping knew that there were many members of the Ancestral Dragon Royal Family in this group of people, so it was better to be cautious.

The people who were relieved of their doubts entered the room and found that there was a black stone tablet on the side of the stone full of swords, engraved with four small characters of kendo talent.

None of the swords on the rock could be pulled out.

Until the blood of a wounded person accidentally touched the black stone tablet, the blood stains gradually disappeared as if absorbed.

At this time, two words with a faint light gradually appeared next to the words on the stone tablet: Sipin.