722: C722 The Royal Family's Scheme

C722 The Royal Family's Scheme

Somewhere in Dragon-vein Ruin.

In a world of ice and snow, ice mountains rose and fell one after another. Looking from afar, one could even see some ice mountains reaching into the clouds, giving off a strong sense of mystery.

A young man in his early twenties was wearing very gorgeous clothes. He wore a full set of clothes. He wore silk fabric, a white jade belt around his waist, and a purple-gold crown on his head. At this moment, he was walking alone among the glaciers, and wherever he went... The Demonic Beast that was charging towards him, and even the Demonic Beast that was crawling on the ground... Blood splattered all over the place.

Furthermore, in the long sleeve of this youth's arm, there was a small silver snake that was covered in lightning patterns.

If Zhan Tianming was here, he probably wouldn't be able to recognize him with a single glance. This person was Zhang Bao.

The current Zhang Bao had changed his face. Upon closer inspection, it turned out that he was wearing a human skin mask.

"Is this the Dragon-vein Ruin?"

Zhang Bao's eyes slowly swept across the surroundings and revealed a cold smile.

"Hiss... Hiss..."

The silver lightning snake on his arm originally possessed the strength of a flood dragon, but for some reason, it still maintained its snake form, and at this moment, it even emitted hissing sounds.

"Hmph, Little Silver, you've already sensed it?" Zhang Bao sneered.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss..." The silver snake responded.

"Hmph, the royal family of Nanshan Empire wants to borrow the help of everyone in the In The Ruins of The Dragon Bloodline to kill each other. Let the blood sprinkle on this spatial zone to strengthen the dragon vein once again. But how could they know that Little Silver has the ability to sense the location of the ley line? As long as we find the ley line and devour it, Little Silver's chances of transforming into a dragon will be even higher."

Zhang Bao's face was full of a sneer.

"Hmph! Ouyang Clan? It's still unknown who will be using who."

...

"Qing Shuai, can't you walk a little slower?"

A young man in the back grumbled with some dissatisfaction. The young man was wearing a white robe with blue carvings on it. He wore a white belt with emeralds on it, and his long hair was loose. The few strands of hair on his forehead were even dyed white, and under the cover of the few strands of white hair, it was a pair of eyes that were as bright as the stars, and there was a dignified air between his brows. He held a yellow wine gourd in his hand and drank two mouthfuls from time to time. He clicked his tongue.

Not far in front of this young man.

A young man wearing a purple robe was walking without any expression on his face. Even though he had heard the voices of the people behind him, he still didn't show any signs of stopping.

The facial features of the young man in the purple robe were exquisitely carved out. Not only did he have the masculine aura of a man, but he also had the masculine aura of a man. He also had a peerless beauty that could topple all living things, especially his eyes which were filled with sadness and sadness. It added a hint of mystery.

This kind of face explained the word 'handsome' too perfectly.

These two people were Long Xiaoyao and Liu Qingcheng.

The two of them relied on special means to find each other after entering the Dragon-vein Ruin, and it only took them a few hours.

Seeing that Liu Qingcheng did not intend to slow down his pace, the Long Xiaoyao shook his head and could only slightly increase his pace.

After catching up to Liu Qingcheng, he smiled and said, "Qing Shuai, what do you think the Ouyang Family will do by arranging the first elimination round in the In The Ruins of The Dragon Bloodline?"

Liu Qingcheng's face was still calm.

When he heard the Long Xiaoyao's question, he pondered for a moment and replied calmly, "I think it has something to do with the dragon vein."

"Hahaha..." The Long Xiaoyao smiled and said, "You're thinking the same thing as me."

A Ghost Cultivator covered in a black robe. Its shriveled body was as hard as cold iron.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Clink, clank, clank...

The two practitioners continuously attacked. However, they were unable to injure the Ghost Cultivator in the slightest.

The Ghost Cultivator only moved its sword fingers.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

Swoosh...

As soon as the Sword Manipulation Technique was unleashed, the two cultivators who attacked him were directly pierced by the sword qi and turned into a hornet's nest. Their bodies were filled with bloody holes.

"My Sword Manipulation Technique isn't perfect enough. The Nine Yin Technique of the Corpse Scripture. On the other hand, after that fortuitous encounter, it improved tremendously. It also helped me recover much faster than I expected. I wonder... How's Zhan Tianming's strength now? " The Ghost Cultivator raised its head and looked at the sky, "He should also be here to participate in the Kun Xu Battle, right?"

This Ghost Cultivator was Corpse Sovereign, who Zhan Tianming had asked for three drops of zombie blood.

Currently, Corpse Sovereign's cultivation base had already recovered to a One Star Ghost Venerable.

...

The sword-wielding young man's mouth was filled with blood, but his gaze was still sharp as he stared at the enemy in front of him.

The young man's chest was slightly puffed up, and he looked handsome and elegant. There was a kind of scholarly and gentle feeling between his brows. However, if one were to carefully observe it, one would realize that he was not a gentle and refined person. It was clearly a sharp and incomparably sharp sword intent.

Even though he was already injured, that soaring battle intent did not reduce in the slightest. Even the few enemies opposite him also frowned.

"Damn it! I want to see how long you can last with just a Tristar Martial Emperor!" A Two-star Martial Ancestor said angrily.

After all, his opponent was only a Tristar Martial Emperor, but he was able to withstand hundreds of strikes without losing. This had caused him to lose all of his face.

Especially since there were a few teammates behind him who were waiting to watch the show.

This was intolerable!

A two-star Martial Ancestor rushed forward in anger.

As for the injured youth, Dugu Jian, he wasn't good with words, and he didn't say a word when faced with his opponent.

Slash!

Strike continuously!

"I absolutely must not lose to Zhan Tianming! I must become stronger! I must have the strength to protect Princess Wushuang!"

" Slaughter Heavenly Art! "

Clangclangclangclang...

The sword qi was piercingly cold, and killing intent rose.

Ever since Dugu Jian left the Sky Wind Country the last time, he hadn't been able to relax for even a single day. He forced himself to continuously work hard and break through. In such a short period of time, he was trying his best to surpass Zhan Tianming's will. In just a short period of time, he had raised his strength to the realm of Tristar Martial Emperor.

If he returned to the Sky Wind Country with such a cultivation base, he would definitely be a Hegemony Level.

However, Dugu Jian was not satisfied!

He knew that Zhan Tianming's strength would surely improve by leaps and bounds, and he wanted to become stronger as well.

Unfortunately...0

Bang!

Although Dugu Jian had put in a lot of effort, his realm was much lower than his opponent's. He was kicked on the body and was sent flying. He landed heavily on the ground.

"Puff..."

He spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Hmph! Let's see if you're still alive!" The two-star Martial Ancestor coldly harrumphed, then he leapt high into the air and threw a punch down.

The power of that punch was not to be underestimated as it drew the spiritual energy from the surrounding void.

"Earth Splitting Fist!"

Rumble...

Rumble...

As soon as the Fist Strength appeared, it instantly enveloped Dugu Jian. The latter's heart was filled with unwillingness.

"Am... Am I going to die here?"

Right at this moment, a loud shout suddenly sounded out from the void.

"Tyrant Sky Killing Fist!"

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