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

Baili Pangpang climbed onto the sofa with difficulty and sat down. When he turned around, he saw a dusty figure lying on the sofa with his hair flying and his clothes tattered, looking like a beggar.

Baili Pangpang: ┌(.Д。)┐

"Ghost!"

"Fuck it, it's me."

Lin Xuan said unhappily, lying on the sofa like a salted fish, motionless.

When he saw the Sword Master holding up the Ultraman sword, with the sword light more than ten meters long, the psychological shadow area reached its maximum.

Moreover, because Lin Xuan was tough enough, the Sword Saint used most of the moves he mastered before he finally couldn't hold on.

"It seems that the Sword Master is not holding back."

When Baili Pangpang saw Lin Xuan like this, he felt much more balanced.

"Looking at you like this, Lao Cao can't control himself?"

Lin Xuan raised his head with difficulty, his eyes like a dead fish, without a trace of emotion.

Baili Pangpang looks equally miserable now, even part of his hair is burnt, and you can smell a burnt smell when you get close to him.

He looked terrified, as if he had been chased by a dog.

"Not only did he lose control, he chased me and beat me up for the entire afternoon!"

Baili Pangpang complained, extremely angry.

While the two were talking, they saw Lin Qiye, wrapped in bandages, staggering past with the support of Shen Qingzhu, and lying dead on the side.

_:(′□`」∠):_

"Qiye, what's wrong with you?"

Lin Qiye coughed lightly and glanced at Galan who was sulking in the distance without leaving a trace. Recalling the white color he saw during the battle, his expression became a little embarrassed.

The three of them lay in a row, forming a beautiful landscape.

Shen Qingzhu thought for a moment and took out a camera from his pocket.

Click.

"Brother, this is not very decent of you!"

The three of them stared at Shen Qingzhu, but if they moved even a little they would feel sore all over, and they couldn't stop him.

Shen Qingzhu chuckled.

He is in a good mood now. Although it is very difficult to remove the air from things, he has at least found a direction to work towards. He no longer feels that he is dispensable in the team as before.

Lin Xuan tremblingly took out "The Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils" from his arms and continued reading.

Having just replicated Zhou Ping's sword moves, he wanted to strike while the iron was hot.

It feels like when someone uses martial arts on your body while you are conscious, the muscle memory and the feeling of the moves will be retained.

"Lin Xuan, let me ask you a question."

Lin Qiye paused for a while, then turned to look at Lin Xuan.

"explain."

“It’s an emotional issue.”

As soon as Lin Qiye finished speaking, both Shen Qingzhu and Jia Lan in the distance pricked up their ears.

In the distance, Zhou Ping, who was cleaning the floor, quietly mobilized his sword energy to force the sound into a line.

Lin Xuan was silenced by the other party's words.

"Are you sure you want me, someone with no dating experience, to answer your dating questions?"

There was a hint of disbelief in Lin Xuan's tone.

If other people's love life is messed up, then he is also messed up.

It feels like a palace maid asking a eunuch what it feels like to go to a brothel.

Lin Qiye looked at Baili Pangpang.

"Qiye, you ask."

Baili Pangpang held his head high and chest out.

"I have a friend who is deeply in love with a woman."

Everyone looked at Galan in the distance.

Could it be that……

"But my friend can't meet his lover for some reason."

Is it an illusion? Why does it feel like the surrounding environment has become colder?

Lin Qiye muttered to himself and continued.

"I'd like to ask if there is any way to help my friend resolve this situation. He's almost having mental problems because he misses her so much."

"Um, Qiye, we live in a modern society. Even though Commander Ye won't let you go out, you, oh no, your friend can still contact us via text messages or video calls. If that doesn't work, you can write a letter."

Baili Pangpang said cautiously, his eyes constantly moving between Jialan and Lin Qiye.

"Writing a letter? ...I understand."

Lin Qiye's eyes shone as if his Ren and Du meridians were opened.

"By the way, do we have a mailbox here?"

The air grew colder.

Lin Xuan even heard the creaking sound of fists clenching and moved to the side.

Just don't let the blood splash on him.

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The next day, when Lin Qiye opened the door, he saw Zhou Ping squatting on the ground with a piece of soft cloth in his hand.

Lin Xuan sat on a bench nearby, holding a copy of "The Domineering Sword Immortal Falls in Love with Me" in his hand.

The ground had a smooth texture and sparkled in the morning sunlight.

The floor was waxed.

"Sword Saint Senior, there's no need to wax the floor, right?"

This is a cement floor.

Zhou Ping shook his head. "If you don't wax it, you'll get hurt easily."

Zhou Ping was about to say something when he suddenly noticed the book in Lin Xuan's hand.

He was stunned.

Lin Qiye didn't see clearly what happened, but he saw that the cover of the book in Lin Xuan's hand suddenly changed to "The Legend of the Condor Heroes".

The Sword Master has disappeared without a trace.

Lin Qiye glanced at Lin Xuan.

"Ahem, it's actually still pretty good."

Lin Xuan coughed lightly.

At least the sword moves here are very cool.

Like the "Duduanwang", "Caozi Sword Technique", "One Sword to Open the Heaven Gate"... If Zhou Ping could really comprehend these sword moves, the scene would be unimaginable.

A quarter of an hour later, Zhou Ping returned to the warehouse with no change on his face, as if nothing had happened.

Everyone has gotten up and is waiting quietly.

"This morning's training is about 'Sword Qi Tide'. I will use the fine sword energy to form a tide, which will hit your brains wave after wave, thus stimulating your spirit.

All you have to do is resist the tide as much as possible and keep yourself awake."

Originally he didn't want to use this, but Ye Fan said that everyone must reach the sea realm within a short period of time.

He would try his best to control the intensity of the tide so as not to hurt them.

"Get ready, we'll start right away."

Everyone looked at each other and bowed slightly, as if facing a powerful enemy.

"Senior Sword Saint, we are ready."

As soon as he finished speaking, a terrifying sword wave spread out in all directions with Zhou Ping as the center.

Everyone seemed to be in a small boat, drifting in the stormy sea. The waves were higher than the other, and in the next second, both the people and the boat were washed to the bottom of the sea.

boom!

The violent sound of iron sheets colliding echoed in the space, and everyone was blown away and hit the wall of the warehouse.

Lin Xuan only felt countless fine needles piercing into his brain, his red-gold vertical pupils lit up instantly, and his mental power was like boiling water, trying his best to resist the external impact.

Dragon scales crawled onto his cheeks, and his bones crackled and connected into one.

After just one minute, only Lin Xuan and Jia Lan remained conscious.

Zhou Ping looked at Lin Xuan in surprise. The sword energy was the embodiment of mental power.

The opponent's body seemed to be absorbing his sword energy, that is, using his mental power for his own use, thereby countering the tide of his sword energy.

Lin Xuan also felt this and was quite surprised.

His body was in the dragon bone state, autonomously converting the mental power that was invading his mind to replenish itself.

He had never encountered this before.

The main reason was that no one before him had been able to use mental power like Zhou Ping to force him to this point.

He forced himself to be strong and tried to experience this feeling.

The body was constantly transforming and purifying spiritual power, but compared to the tide of sword energy released by Zhou Ping, it was a drop in the bucket.

After another minute, Lin Xuan finally couldn't hold on anymore and fell down.

In the warehouse, only Zhou Ping and Jia Lan were left standing opposite each other, neither speaking for a long time.

"Indeed, there's something wrong with you."

The sword case hummed, and a long sword flew out of the case and landed in Zhou Ping's hand.

Zhou Ping's expression was serious, and his sword was pointed directly at Galan's face.