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Dragon-vein Ruin, somewhere.

In the world of ice and snow, there were icebergs rising and falling one after another. From afar, one could even see some tall and lofty icebergs, emitting a mysterious feeling.

He was dressed in silk, with a white jade belt around his waist, and a golden-purple crown on his head. At this moment, he was walking alone between the glaciers, and wherever he walked past, the Demonic Beast s that pounced on him, and even the Demonic Beast crawling on the ground, would all be drenched in blood.

Moreover, there was a small silver snake wrapped in lightning patterns on the youth's sleeve.

If Zhan Tianming was here, he probably wouldn't even be able to recognize him at a glance.

Zhang Bao had now changed his face. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a human skin mask.

"Is this place the Dragon-vein Ruin?"

Zhang Bao's eyes swept across the crowd as a sinister smile appeared on his face.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss …"

The Silver Striped Lightning Serpent on his arm originally possessed the power of a Flood Dragon, but for some reason, it was still in the form of a snake, and was even hissing at this moment.

"Hmph, Xiao Yin, did you sense it already?" Zhang Bao sneered.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss …" The Silver Thunder Snake responded.

"Hmph, the Imperial Family of the Nanshan Empire wishes to borrow the strength of the masses to slaughter their way through this In The Ruins of The Dragon Bloodline to fill this space with their blood so that they can regrow their dragon veins. But how would they know that Little Silver possesses the ability to sense and sense the location of the dragon veins? As long as we find out the dragon veins and devour them, the chances of Little Silver Dragon turning into a new one will be higher."

Zhang Bao's face was filled with a sneer.

"Humph!" The Ouyang Family? It is still unknown who we are going to use. "

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

The young man was dressed in a long white robe with a blue carving on it, a white belt with emeralds embedded on his waist, his long hair hanging down casually, a few strands of hair even dyed white on his forehead, and under the cover of those strands of long white hair, a pair of eyes as bright as the stars, filled with a sense of dignity, holding a yellow wine gourd in his hands, which occasionally drank two gulps, making sounds of "tsk tsk".

Not far in front of the youth.

A young man dressed in a purple robe walked forward with a calm expression. Even though he had heard the voice of the person behind him, he did not have any intention of stopping.

The purple-striped black robed youth's facial features were as if they had been sculpted by gods. Not only did he have the masculinity of a man, but he also exuded a peerless beauty that could topple all life. In particular, there were traces of sadness and sadness in his eyes, adding to his mysteriousness.

With such a face, the word 'handsome' was simply too perfect.

These two people were Long Xiaoyao and Liu Qingcheng.

Relying on their special methods, the two of them, after entering the Dragon-vein Ruin, only used a few hours to find each other.

Seeing that Liu Qingcheng did not have any intention to slow down, Long Xiaoyao shook his head and could only quicken his pace.

After catching up to Liu Qingcheng, he smiled and said: "Qing Shuai, what do you think is the meaning of this Ouyang Family elimination round that was specially arranged for the first round?"

Liu Qingcheng's face was still calm.

Hearing Long Xiaoyao's question, he pondered for a moment, then calmly replied. "It's probably related to the dragon fountain as well."

"Hahaha …" Long Xiaoyao laughed, "You're thinking the same thing as me."

A Ghost Cultivator covered in a black robe had a shrivelled body that was as hard as cold steel.

Clang clang clang …

Clang clang clang …

The two cultivators kept on attacking, but they could not even harm the body of the Ghost Cultivator.

Ghost Cultivator only moved her sword fingers a little.

Sou sou sou …

Sou sou sou …

The moment he used the Imperial Sword Technique, the two cultivators that attacked him were pierced by the Sword Qi into a hornet's nest, causing bloody holes to appear all over their bodies.

"My Imperial Sword Technique is not perfect yet, the Corpse Scripture and Nine Yin Arts, on the contrary, after that fortuitous encounter, I received a huge increase, and my cultivation recovered much faster than expected. I wonder, how is Zhan Tianming's strength now?" Ghost Cultivator looked up at the sky, "He should be participating in the Kun Xu Battle this time?"

This Ghost Cultivator was the one who had been taken away by Zhan Tianming with three drops of zombie blood.

Right now, Corpse Sovereign's cultivation had already been restored to the level of a One Star Ghost Saint.

The sword wielding young man had blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were still sharp as he stared at the enemies in front of him.

The young man's chest was slightly puffed up, and his expression was refined and gentle. However, if one were to look closely, they would realize that it wasn't refined and gentle at all, but rather that it contained an incomparably sharp sword intent.

Although he was injured, his will to fight hadn't decreased in the slightest. Even the enemies in front of him were frowning.

"Damn it! I really want to see, as a Tristar Martial Emperor, how long can you hold on for? " a two star Martial Ancestor said angrily.

After all, the other party was merely a Tristar Martial Emperor, but was still able to endure for hundreds of moves without being defeated. This caused him to lose all face.

Behind him, there were also a few other teammates who were waiting to watch a show.

This was something intolerable!

Two star Martial Ancestor roared with anger as they rushed forward.

As for the wounded youth Dugu Jian, he was not good with words, and when facing an opponent who was rushing towards him, he did not say a single word.

Sword Draw!

He constantly struck out with his sword!

"I, absolutely will not lose to Zhan Tianming! I must become stronger! I want strength that can protect Princess Wushuang! "

"Killing Heaven Technique!"

Clang! Clang! Clang …

The sword qi was biting cold, and the killing intent was rising.

Ever since he had left the Sky Wind Country last time, not a single day had passed for Dugu Jian. He was forced to continuously work hard and continuously break through, and under this kind of desire to surpass Zhan Tianming, in a short period of time, his strength had increased to the realm of the Tristar Martial Emperor.

At such a level, if one were to return to the Sky Wind Country, they would definitely be an existence at the Hegemony Level of a region.

But, Dugu Jian was not satisfied!

He knew that Zhan Tianming's strength would definitely increase by leaps and bounds, and he still wanted to become stronger.

Unfortunately …

Bang!

Although he had already worked hard, Dugu Jian's cultivation level was still too low compared to his opponent's. After being kicked in the body, he was sent flying and smashed heavily onto the ground.

"Puff …"

He spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Humph!" Now, it looks like you are not dead yet? " With a cold snort, the two star Martial Ancestor leaped into the air and smashed down with his fist.

As he circulated the spiritual energy in the air around him, the power of his punch couldn't be underestimated.

"Earth Splitting Fist!"

Rumble …

Rumble …

Once the Fist Strength was released, it instantly enveloped Dugu Jian, causing the latter to feel extremely unresigned.

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

At this moment, a loud roar resounded in the air.

"Tyrant Sky Killing Fist!"