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

"What Senior Sword Saint taught me is really useful."

Lin Xuan looked at the unconscious Chen Han and sighed.

This ability was developed by Zhou Ping. He can use sword energy to quickly impact other people's minds and knock them out. When there is a huge difference in their realm, the other party will not notice it at all, just like they are sleeping.

Hiss, wait, something seems wrong.

Lin Xuan suddenly felt that something was wrong, and an idea suddenly came to his mind.

This ability... Zhou Ping wouldn't have used it on himself, right?

He suddenly remembered Zhou Ping's wandering eyes when he was teaching him, which was indescribably strange.

Forget it, it doesn't matter.

Lin Xuan shook his head and put on the mask.

Beside him were figures also wearing masks.

Everyone stood on the edge of the city, gazing at the mysterious ocean in the distance.

The ice-blue sword slashed out, and an ice staircase extended from the bottom to the top, reaching the feet of everyone.

Lin Xuan raised his foot, stepped onto the stairs first, and walked down slowly.

The crowd followed closely behind.

The strong wind blew up everyone's clothes.

In the distance, there are endless waves composed of mystery, and in the near distance, there are people standing proudly like flagpoles.

Jiang Er was also wearing a dark red cloak.

Eight dark red cloaks, like eight flags, rustled in the cold wind.

Lin Xuan looked at the mysterious army in the distance, his eyes full of excitement.

To him, this was not some mysterious army, it was clearly his granary!

What Lin Xuan fears least is group battles. With the seven deadly sins in his hands and [Crime and Punishment] to replenish his energy, he will only become braver as the battle goes on.

As he masters [Boiling Blood] and the bloody long sword [Greed], the more enemies he kills, the stronger he will become.

At this time, Lin Xuan was stuck at the threshold of 69% blood purity.

The mysteries below the Infinite Realm have had a negligible effect on his improvement, and the Infinite Realm has also had a very small effect on his improvement, but that is normal.

Quantitative change will lead to qualitative change.

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On the other side, Zhou Ping's body seemed to turn into a sharp sword, breaking through the wind and catching up with Amon in the blink of an eye.

Seeing Zhou Ping chasing him relentlessly, Amon's eyes flashed with ruthlessness. He plunged his hands into his chest and tore it apart with force.

His body instantly split into two, turning into two identical Amons, rushing in different directions.

Zhou Ping frowned. In his perception, both Amons were real, and there was no distinction between true and false.

In other words, the other party really divided himself into two parts.

Zhou Ping no longer hesitated and slashed with his sword.

The second sword.

If the previous sword was as smooth as flowing water, then this sword was as gentle as moistening things silently.

Zhou Ping's sword slashed out and spread silently towards Amon, as if it was just a wave rippling on the lake, without any killing power.

There was clearly no fluctuation of sword energy, nor any overwhelming power, but Amon's pupils trembled violently, and his heart seemed to have become a giant bell that was being struck hard.

A suffocating sense of crisis enveloped his heart, making his scalp tingle.

Amon pushed his speed to the limit, and two figures rushed in two directions, one up and one down, like two black comets passing through the sky, bringing up bursts of sonic booms.

At this moment, a ripple was following closely behind.

If this space and time is the surface of a lake, Amon is the two insects swimming on the surface of the lake, then Zhou Ping's sword is the stone that points to the surface of the lake.

Ripples appeared in space, spreading towards the insect and eventually catching up with it.

Silent ripples swept past, and the two Amons exploded one after another, turning into a blood mist in the sky.

Zhou Ping suddenly coughed up a large mouthful of black and red blood.

At this time, all the blood in his body had burned out, leaving only the strange water flow that Lin Xuan poured in.

Zhou Ping's body shattered again. At this time, only his head, chest, abdomen and right arm were left. The rest of his body had turned into flowing water, and his whole body looked like a strange water man.

In fact, he is still quite afraid of pain.

But even though his body was broken to this extent, he didn't feel anything at all.

This should be the credit of my students...

Zhou Ping thought.

The special substance in the water flow was about to be consumed. Zhou Ping looked down and found that there was a thin gray mist in the water flow, forming a thin film between the water flow and him.

He could feel that the water flow was actually a powerful weapon. It was probably because of the existence of the gray fog that he was protected from being harmed by the water flow.

Thinking of this, Zhou Ping's mouth corners curled up slightly.

He turned around and was about to go back to help Lin Xuan and others, but a gust of wind attacked him from the side.

The gale came without warning and was extremely swift, but Zhou Ping reacted quickly, mobilizing his divine power to dodge sideways.

Zhou Ping turned around and looked at the Wind God Xiu who suddenly appeared.

His right leg shattered, and the special substance in the water flow became less and less, no longer enough to support his body.

"You killed two Egyptian gods with two swords, Great Xia Sword Immortal. I admit that you are very strong, but now you are at the end of your strength. You'd better accept death."

The Wind God Xiu was talking, but he still kept a considerable distance from Zhou Ping. He just raised his hand slightly, and countless wind eyes gathered around Zhou Ping, trying to crush him into pieces.

Both of his colleagues were killed by this Great Xia Sword Immortal, and his mission of cursing the nation's destiny was not completed. If he doesn't do something, extremely severe punishment will be waiting for him when he returns to Sun City!

He did not reply, sword shadows flashed around him, and countless wind eyes shattered in an instant.

His left leg was also shattered, but Zhou Ping's eyes remained calm.

He simply raised his sword and aimed it at the Wind God in the distance.

Zhou Ping pointed his sword at the head of the Wind God and shouted softly.

"Sword Rain."

Thousands of phantoms of long swords flickered above the head of the Wind God, and the void seemed to be directly pierced by the rain of swords.

Fengshen felt like he was facing a formidable enemy. He knew that this should be Zhou Ping's final strike.

The shadow of the long sword was boundless, and it slashed down at him with tremendous power.

The God of Wind immediately mobilized all his strength, and wherever the strong wind passed, even the space was shaking.

He saw with his own eyes that those thousands of long swords were blown away so easily by him and disappeared without a trace.

The Wind God's pupils suddenly dilated. He realized something was wrong, but it was too late.

A sharp pain came from the Wind God's heart, and thousands of sword energies flowed into his body through the wound, crushing his body and soul into pieces.

This is the third sword!

Before his death, the God of Wind only heard this sigh.

"It turns out that shouting out moves really works."

PS: Ahem, well, can you give me a gift?

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