Chapter 271: Going to the Covenant War

In the caves, there are constantly Van Gogh disciples rushing out, but how can these ordinary disciples be Chu Ping's enemies, the overwhelming supernatural powers and runes have overwhelmed Chu Ping, and they still can't help him.

Between every move and style, there are avenue rules circulating, overflowing with colorful light, Chu Ping is really like a god general, there is a kind of momentum of self-sacrifice and self-respect.

In the face of Van Gogh's disciples, he didn't take his life, he only hurt people, and pushed all the way sideways, no one could stop him in Van Gogh, like entering a no-man's land, it was really powerful, and all the cultivators were palpitating.

The clothes were not stained with blood, Chu Ping walked in a tiger, came to the depths of Van Gogh, and advanced very strongly, and the monks on the cliff wall cast their eyes one after another, and at a glance, they couldn't help but be shocked.

"It's him!"

"I didn't expect this son to have such a big fate, but he survived and became the inheritor of the Martial Saint."

"Hehe, when he came here, didn't he fall into the net, the Martial Saint Inheritance, it will make many people blush."

There was a sound of discussion on the cliff, obviously someone had seen Chu Ping, and he was still very impressed, but for their words, Chu Ping didn't seem to hear them, a roar, a strong wind howled, and the fluctuations spread, instantly shaking away the Van Gogh disciples around him.

"I can't imagine that Van Gogh, one of the six major sects, has such a rough hospitality." Chu Ping raised his head suddenly, looking directly at the Van Gogh cultivators on the central cliff, and there seemed to be a green dragon looming in his eyes, which was breathtaking.

All the cultivators didn't expect that Chu Ping would be so strong, and for a while, countless eyes were focused on him, and it could be said that at this moment, he was all enemies.

The North Ice recovered, there were many relics unearthed from the seal, and the Martial Saint Ruins were one of them, at that time, the major forces had fought hard, all the way into the depths of the Martial Saint Ruins, the blood flowed like a river, the corpses and bones were like mountains, and the fate there was like grass mustard, and the three virtual realm powerhouses would fall.

A group of powerful monks killed in the depths of the ruins, only to find that there was a martial saint inheritance in it, and a big battle broke out suddenly, the strong died, and the Dao was shattered, directly beating that place to pieces.

The inheritance of the martial saint is enough to make the forces crazy, you must know that in ancient times, the martial saint Guan Yu was a well-known powerhouse, even if it has been so long, people have never forgotten the legend of the martial saint.

But just when the cultivators were fighting frantically and wanted to take away the Martial Saint inheritance, a mutation occurred, and a man suddenly appeared in the depths of the Martial Saint Ruins, directly integrating with the inheritance, and immediately made the cultivators vomit blood.

And the person who appeared at that time was Chu Ping, the cultivators fought desperately, but he was the first to get there, how could people not be angry, and the most important thing is that when Chu Ping appeared, he was still asleep, and he came directly across the space.

The inheritance was fused, causing the Martial Saint Ruins to close automatically, expelling all the cultivators, making them hateful, and they had already cursed Chu Ping in their hearts, but when they saw it today, the anger in their hearts rose suddenly.

If it weren't for the fact that this place was Van Gogh, someone would have already made a move, after all, the temptation of the Martial Saint Inheritance was too great, enough to make the monks of the world desperate, even if they lost their lives, they would be fearless.

"Stand down!" Song Qi's face was a little cold, and his voice was low, which reached the ears of Van Gogh's disciples, who glared at Chu Ping angrily and withdrew from the depths of Van Gogh.

Soon, the Van Gogh disciples retreated one after another, Chu Ping clapped his palms, smiled, and walked casually to the martial arts arena, but his heart was very vigilant, tight on the outside and loose on the inside.

He was indeed strong before, pushing all the way over, and no one was invincible everywhere he passed, but he also knew in his heart that the opponent in the previous battle was just an ordinary disciple of Van Gogh, and the real leader was in the depths of this Van Gogh.

"The descendants of the Chu family, who dares to fight when they come to the appointment?" Standing in the center of the martial arts arena, Chu Ping's voice was like a tiger's roar, shaking the Quartet, his blood and qi penetrated the sun and the moon, his whole body was shrouded in a hazy aura, and the floating aura around him was resonating.

Chu Ping was declaring war, for a while, Van Gogh was silent in the depths, although many monks had compassion for him, but here and now, they must hold back their thoughts and leave them to be solved after Dabi is over.

On the central cliff, all the Van Gogh disciples were domineering, looking at Chu Ping with murderous eyes, but none of them made a move, they were waiting for Song Qi's order.

The disciples of Van Gogh who can stand on the high platform of the cliff are all outstanding, and there are many strong ones, and the great Van Gogh must be heroic.

"This son is a realm cultivator, he should have just broken through, let Ye Long go." The old man Van Gogh did not open his eyes, his breath was very calm, and his words were joyless and carefree, and he was extremely indifferent.

Hearing this, Song Qi frowned slightly, Ye Long only turned into a late stage of cultivation, if he fought Chu Ping, in terms of cultivation, he obviously fell into a disadvantage.

"Ye Long, go to war." Song Qi's voice was sandwiched with Dao lines, echoing in the air, and although he was puzzled in his heart, he did not refute the words of the old man Van Gogh.

The voice echoed, and a middle-aged scribe swooped out from the high platform of the cliff, his eyes shining, and a strong aura circulating around his body.

"Bang"

Falling into the martial arts arena, Ye Long stared at Chu Ping, his pupils shrank, the momentum on his body was even more amazing, his blood was very vigorous, his eyes seemed to be a galaxy falling, and a stream of divine light flowed in it.

"In the lower leaf dragon, please give me advice." Ye Long was angry about Chu Ping's horizontal advancement, but at this moment, he was really opposite to Chu Ping, and he had to admit that the other party was really strong, and he was higher than him in terms of cultivation.

"Heh, use the Void Disciple to fight me, are you strong and self-sustaining?" Chu Ping whispered softly, he could see Ye Long's cultivation at a glance, the smirk on his face became thicker, and he immediately shouted, "Come on!" ”

Chu Ping was very direct, he didn't talk much, he rose up in the air, his body was like a dragon, there was an indescribable momentum, fierce and strong, he punched Ye Long, and his fist burst out with Dao light, as if the divine flame was beating.

A pair of eyes suddenly became cold, Ye Long raised his hand to block, and the momentum he exuded was not weak at all, as strong as a small barbarian dragon.

The fists and arms intersected, but in a short time, the two were shocked at the same time, but in the center of the martial arts arena, there was a Shenxi explosion, and there was a loud bang, as if it was about to shatter the entire Van Gogh.

The cultivators were on the high platform of the cliff, and they couldn't help but feel the strong wind blowing on their faces, and the cold aura hit them, which shocked them, and some of the people who had compassion for Chu Ping frowned quietly.

In the martial arts arena, the two fought, and they did not use cultivation, but the power of pure flesh, the aura exploded, the wind howled, the bodies of both were glowing, and the bones were buzzing like divine soldiers.

Chu Ping was slightly shocked in his heart, although he had just broken through, the power of his physical body was also a genuine creation realm, and the other party was able to defend it hard, which showed that Ye Long was really strong.

With a loud shout, Ye Long took the initiative to fight back, swooping down like an eagle, his eyes were shining, his hands were like claws, extremely sharp, and he wanted to take Chu Ping's head.

The body moved sideways, avoiding the claws, Chu Ping grabbed one of the opponent's arms, and wanted to take it off, his whole body was glowing, and the power of his body was fully opened.