Slay the Gods: All the blood of kings must end with the sword!

To be honest, at first Lin Xuan just wanted to give it a try, but he didn't expect it to actually work.

The blade's light was like a sharp arrow, piercing straight through the rainbow.

The sword energy around Zhou Ping surged, a strong wind rose from the ground, and his clothes fluttered.

The amazing sword style was condensed in the blink of an eye. Lin Xuan only felt a gust of wind blowing past, and before he could even see what happened, his sword light was dissipated into nothingness.

Lin Xuan raised the corners of his mouth and assumed the Qi-breaking stance of Dugu Nine Swords.

The excitement in Zhou Ping's eyes was simply hard to conceal, just like the bright stars in the sky.

This is a competition between heroes!!!

Zhou Ping was already immersed in it, as if he was the Dugu Qiubai in the novel, and Lin Xuan was Duan Yu, who was agile and good at using the Six Meridians Divine Sword.

This was the first time that he could feel the thrilling battles of heroes even without being immersed in the novel.

Zhou Ping was having a lot of fun playing, even letting himself go a little.

According to the law of conservation of smile, when a smile appears on Zhou Ping's face, it will disappear on another person's face.

When Lin Xuan saw the huge sword light in front of him that was more than ten meters long, he suddenly couldn't laugh anymore.

Then Zhou Ping was heard shouting "Take it" while slashing down.

Then, Lin Qiye and others only heard a cry of "Oh my god!"

Lin Xuan was lying on the ground, his limbs twitching, unconscious.

Everyone: (￣'i￣;)

At this time, his clothes were already torn and covered with bruises.

Lin Qiye quickly put down the popcorn in his hand and pressed the shutter to record the moment. The curve of his mouth was almost uncontrollable and turned up to the sky.

Your boy also has today!

Cao Yuan turned around and saw Lin Qiye with a wicked smile on his face, pressing the shutter button frantically.

He always felt that Qiye's current temperament was extremely inconsistent with his normal state. After hesitating for a moment, he moved closer to Lin Qiye.

"Seven Nights..."

"how?"

Lin Qiye didn't even turn his head.

"Give me a copy of the photo."

"it is good!"

Zhou Ping hurriedly helped Lin Xuan up from the ground, and then saw his head tilt.

Zhou Ping: poke (o′?w?`)σ)Д`)

No movement.

Zhou Ping: (((?д?)))

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He was a little panicked.

Zhou Ping shook it hard and heard Lin Xuan hissing.

Still alive, that's great.

Zhou Ping breathed a sigh of relief.

"Who among you can treat me?"

Zhou Ping turned to look at Lin Qiye and others and asked for help.

An Qingyu adjusted his glasses, a gleam in his eyes.

"Teacher, I can."

He raised his hand and forced a smile, but the excitement in his eyes could not be concealed no matter what.

"Yes, yes, teacher, he does."

Baili Pangpang was stunned for a moment, then he let out a strange laugh.

Everyone reacted and responded in unison.

Even Lin Qiye nodded with a harmless look on his face.

"No, I'll be back soon."

Lin Xuan grabbed Zhou Ping's arm and struggled to stand up, but his eyes were a little dazed.

Lin Xuan gasped every time he moved.

"Hiss, why does my neck hurt so much? Did someone pull me just now?"

Zhou Ping looked away.

"Don't you really need treatment?"

Zhou Ping felt a little guilty. He was too excited during the fight and couldn't control himself for a moment.

"Need not."

Lin Xuan said it in a decisive tone, and then he heard Lin Qiye's barely perceptible click of the tongue, while An Qingyu sighed, feeling sorry.

Lin Xuan: Nuwa!

After Lin Xuan repeatedly emphasized, Zhou Ping gave up the idea of ​​finding a doctor for Lin Xuan. It was not that Zhou Ping gave up, but that Lin Xuan was about to recover.

Lin Xuan turned around and went back to the room to change clothes. Zhou Ping turned around and looked at everyone.

"Who's coming next?"

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In the evening, everyone gathered together, with the hot pot bubbling in front of them.

Except for Jia Lan and Lin Xuan, the others were all wrapped in bandages and were staring at each other.

After fighting with everyone, Zhou Ping retreated to his own little house and hasn't come out yet.

"The hot pot is almost ready. Who of you will go and call Senior Sword Saint out?"

As Lin Qiye spoke, he pulled the wound again and made a hissing sound.

As soon as the words fell, everyone focused their attention on Lin Xuan, who was holding a camera to record the beautiful moment.

By the way, Lin Xuan doesn’t know yet that Lin Qiye took photos that would damage his image, but he did it anyway.

All I can say is that if we are not a family, we will not enter the same family.

Lin Xuan hesitated for a moment, then stood up and walked towards Zhou Ping's bedroom.

After all, he and Galan were the only ones who were not injured, so it would not be appropriate to let Galan, a girl, go.

Well, an eighteen-year-old girl who is over two thousand years old.

Jia Lan stared at Lin Xuan's back, always feeling that he was thinking about something damnable.

But she had no proof.

knock knock.

Lin Xuan knocked on the door. Through the door, he could hear the rustling sound of the pen tip scratching across paper, which was very pleasant.

The rustling sound stopped, and the figure inside seemed to hesitate for a moment before standing up, walking towards this side, and opening the door.

"Senior Sword Saint, it's time to eat."

Lin Xuan pointed to the hot pot behind.

Zhou Ping looked over and saw that everyone was looking at him.

"I'm not hungry."

Zhou Ping was serious and wanted to refuse.

"Gurgle~g ...

But his stomach didn't listen to him.

"Well, you're coming to eat right away, right? I understand. I'll get you a bowl right away."

Lin Xuan pretended to nod, turned around and left, not giving Zhou Ping any chance to veto.

Zhou Ping stood there in a daze and stopped thinking.

The brain is not responding.jpg

Under everyone's gaze, Zhou Ping walked stiffly to the dining table and sat down. He took the bowl and chopsticks from Lin Xuan and wiped them.

This time, Baili Pangpang prepared enough food and everyone ate their fill.

After dinner, Zhou Ping was the first to stand up, pick up his bowl and chopsticks and walk towards the kitchen.

Lin Xuan turned on his phone and found that he had received an unfamiliar text message.

"Searching is in progress, and no abnormalities have been found so far."

This should be from the captain.

Tianhe City is too far away from here. Without being able to take a plane or train, it will probably take a long time for the two of them to get there.

It was also thanks to Hongyan's ability to enter the underground and transform into a dragon to move forward quickly, otherwise, by the time things were over, both of them might not have made it.

The next day, in the morning.

Everyone picked up another book from the pile and continued reading.

Lin Xuan's display of the Six Meridians Divine Sword and other martial arts skills made Zhou Ping even more convinced that people could learn sword techniques from books.

Lin Xuan once again spent the whole morning reading comfortably.

In particular, he had copied Zhou Ping's sword moves and was deeply moved by the various moves in the book. He couldn't help but be drawn into the love, hatred and vengeance of the martial arts world, and his emotions were ups and downs.

It was not until someone called him that Lin Xuan came to his senses. He looked up and saw everyone looking at him. Zhou Ping even gave him a look of approval.

At noon, Zhou Ping tried to make scrambled eggs with tomatoes, but as expected, something went wrong and the eggs were burnt.

He looked completely wilted, like a flower without sunlight, wanting to squat in a dark corner and draw circles.

Now, everyone has completely realized that the Sword Saint of their Great Xia is a person with severe social anxiety. Seeing that the Sword Saint was in trouble, no one said anything.

Galan smiled and pulled the Sword Saint to his seat. Everyone was talking and laughing, and from time to time they would turn the topic to Zhou Ping and let him say a few words.

Perhaps because he had been undercover for a year, Brother Zha was very good at chatting. Zhou Ping soon relaxed and began to talk about his experience working in his third uncle's restaurant.

Baili Pangpang looked as if he had seen a ghost, as if his expression was saying:

"You are not my cool brother, who are you?"