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

Everyone looked at each other and smiled.

Lin Qiye was the first to take out his Monkey King mask from his pocket. At the same time, wisps of mist gathered from under everyone's feet and eventually turned into a cloud. In the rain with dark clouds covering the city, the white cloud was so conspicuous.

Everyone smiled at each other and put on their own masks.

Even Jiang Er covered his face with a blank mask.

Lin Xuan closed his eyes and felt it, then pointed somewhere in the west.

"There."

Lin Qiye nodded and sang softly.

"One day the roc rises with the wind and soars ninety thousand miles away!"

As the voice fell, a white cloud floated out and in the blink of an eye, it crossed the mountains and seas.

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"Roar!"

The gray dragon gently nudged Zhou Ping with its head, its eyes full of worry.

She didn't want anything to happen to Wang's friends.

"I am fine."

Zhou Ping touched the gray dragon's rough scales and comforted it.

"Senior Sword Saint, your injuries must be treated as soon as possible."

Zhao Kongcheng had a serious expression on his face. At this moment, he was placing one hand on Zhou Ping, trying his best to calm the wind god power in his body.

Zhao Kongcheng could feel that two different divine powers were raging wildly in Zhou Ping's body, one of which came from the God of Wind.

He had tried his best, but the power left by the gods was not so easy to eliminate.

Zhao Kongcheng frowned.

At this moment, he regretted that he had not learned how to treat the disease.

Low-sequence Word Spirits include various kinds of Word Spirits, which should also include healing ones.

But now he has not reached the level that Lin Xuan said, where he can use all low-sequence words at will.

"Don't worry, I can still hold on."

Although Zhao Kongcheng was wearing a mask, Zhou Ping still felt his emotions and comforted him.

"Officer Chen, how is the Sword Saint?"

At this time, not far from Zhou Ping, dozens of people were surrounding Chen Han, their eyes full of concern.

They were the first people to wake up in the city, including men, women, young and old.

At this time, they had quickly understood the current situation and witnessed Zhou Ping rushing out of the city and fighting with the terrifying guy outside.

They knew that the young man whom Chen Han called the Sword Saint was here to save them.

They did not rush to disturb Zhou Ping.

Of course, part of the reason was that the huge gray dragon was still next to Zhou Ping.

After all, anyone who sees a huge creature that is hundreds of meters long will be scared.

Although they had realized that the dragon that had terrorized and driven them away in Tianhe City was doing it for their own good, fear was still inevitable.

"It's okay, just rest assured."

Even Chen Han himself didn't believe what he said, but he had to build confidence among the people.

At this moment, he noticed from the corner of his eye that the Sword Saint stood up again by holding the giant dragon's head and looked up at the sky.

Above the city, outside the dim light shield, three figures were standing quietly, looking down at the people in the city as if they were looking down at a group of ants.

The terrifying divine power enveloped them, and everyone's faces turned pale as paper in an instant.

"very scary."

The boy was trembling all over. He shrank his neck and stammered.

"Be afraid, what are you afraid of? Just three weirdos, look how easily Sword Saint Brother beats them away!"

A girl with a red face from the cold waved her hands, as if to cheer herself up.

Zhou Ping stared quietly at the three gods outside the shield. His eyes were like the calm surface of a lake, but beneath the surface was deep fatigue.

He felt to the side, but found nothing.

His sword and scabbard were left outside during the previous battle.

Zhou Ping took a deep breath, and a look of determination flashed in his eyes.

Facing three gods at the same time, even he would not have any chance of winning.

He seemed to have anticipated his own end, but he would not back down.

He liked a line in the novel very much: The greatest heroes serve their country and their people.

Knowing that it is impossible but still doing it, this is what a true hero does.

Even if I die, I have no regrets!

"Senior Sword Saint, wait a moment."

Zhao Kongcheng saw what Zhou Ping wanted to do.

It can be said that Zhao Kongcheng is the one who can best understand Zhou Ping at this moment.

Looking at the determination in Zhou Ping's eyes, he seemed to be back in that rainy night, facing the stinking Ghost-faced King.

It was as if he saw again those two brats who were willing to face the Ghost-Faced King with him even at the risk of death.

He didn't want to stop the other party, but wanted the other party to wait a little longer.

"Perhaps, someone will come to help you."

Zhao Kongcheng said.

Based on the smell of Lin Xuan and others remaining on Zhou Ping, it is not difficult to judge that he is the special training teacher of Lin Xuan and others.

He believed that Lin Xuan and the others would come to rescue him.

Just like when those two brats came to help me.

"No one will come. They all have their own things to do."

Zhou Ping shook his head. The other ceiling members except him all had their own responsibilities and could not come to help him.

"What if?"

Zhao Kongcheng insisted.

Somehow, several young figures flashed through Zhou Ping's mind, especially a figure who was sitting on the roof of the warehouse drinking with him.

He lowered his head, his eyes dim.

There's no way they could come here. It's too dangerous for them to come here. It doesn't make sense or moral sense.

"No one will come unless it happens."

Zhou Ping's voice was very low, as if he was muttering to himself.

In the end, I was the only one left...

He looked around, forced himself to smile under everyone's expectant gaze.

"Don't worry, I'm here."

Zhou Ping wanted to say something, but suddenly he looked up at the sky, as if he had some feeling.

In the misty fog, wisps of clouds gathered together and turned into a long cloud staircase extending from the sky.

And at the top of the long steps, there were eight masked figures standing.

They looked down from the sky, facing the three gods from afar.

Zhou Ping's pupils trembled violently.

He had seen them take out those masks when Lin Xuan and the others were training.

He was stunned.

His eyes were fixed on the eight figures, and he just stood there, motionless.

"Oh, playing tricks."

Fengshen Xiu snorted coldly and slapped out with his palm.

Having been injured by the sword-wielding ant and punished by the Sun God, he was now holding his breath and wanted to vent.

The strong wind turned into a sharp blade and attacked everyone. In an instant, it was in front of everyone, trying to cut them in half.

Taking action is a killing move.

Lin Qiye remained calm. Seeing the strong wind coming, he activated the emergency plan without thinking.

He just lifted up Galan and stood in front of everyone.