In the midst of the billowing dust, Zhou Ping walked forward step by step along the road with empty hands.
Those shouts one after another fell on his ears through the whining wind.
"Slaying the God...?"
He muttered to himself.
He stretched out his right hand and gently placed it on his chest.
There, the brilliance like glass flowed on the surface of his skin, getting brighter and brighter.
In his heart, some kind of emotion that had been sealed for a long time was about to stir, as if it was about to break through the shackles and rush out.
That kind of feeling is called love.
Since when did he lose hope for this world?
Since when did he stop loving the world?
Since when did he start rejecting the world?
Zhou Ping didn't know and didn't want to recall it anymore. He chose to seal those memories deep in his heart and let them become a thing of the past.
But now, the fire in his heart is burning stronger and stronger.
In the past, although he had taken action many times to help Daxia resolve disasters, it was more because of the chivalrous spirit he longed for in his heart.
He felt that the sword master should protect the world, so he did it.
This is a responsibility, not a matter of conscience.
But this time is different,
This time, he really heard their voices.
The two night watchmen, the three children, and the tens of thousands of people sleeping in the city all seemed to be saying:
"——Ask the Great Xia Sword Master to kill the god!"
This sound suppressed all other sounds like the bells of a Buddhist temple, echoing in Zhou Ping's mind. In his heart, the nearly exhausted sword intent surged at an alarming rate!
Some people admire him, some trust him, and some need him.
Isn't this the hero he longs for?
The heavy shackles on his heart were pried open by Lin Qiye and others. At this moment, the rekindled flame in his heart was burning hot and trembling violently!
His momentum was rising steadily, and his injured and slightly bent spine slowly straightened,
Swords roared all around him!
It was as if there were endless swords surrounding him, and with his footsteps, they buzzed in unison, getting louder and louder, like the roar of a phoenix, resounding through the sky.
On his skin, the glazed light slowly flows,
Those eyes were as bright as a mirror.
When Zhou Ping took the last step, a low roar sounded in his body, as if a hammer had hit an ancient brass bell, buzzing.
Almost,
We are still a little short of breaking that shackles...
Zhou Ping frowned, looked down at his glazed palms, and sighed helplessly.
The fire in his heart has burned out, but he is still half a step away from breaking through the ceiling...
He has no time.
Zhou Ping raised his head and looked outside the dark sky. The three gods who were bombarding Fengdu's laws stepped out in one step.
His figure disappeared from the spot.
…
Above the clouds.
Set, the god of yellow sand, Xiu, the god of wind, and Amon looked down at the city that was emitting light, frowning slightly.
"This Daxia Law is really difficult to deal with." Amon narrowed his eyes slightly, and a purple light flashed in his eyes.
"Even if the three of us join forces, it is impossible to break the laws of Daxia in a short period of time." Xiu, who was still injured, said calmly, "The top priority now is to bring this city back to Sun City."
Seth, who was wearing a yellow cloak, glanced over the city, his brows slightly raised.
"Xiu, where is that powerful human you mentioned? We have been here for so long, why hasn't he come out yet? Isn't he just made up by you?"
Xio frowned and glanced at him, "I don't have to lie to you."
His eyes fell on the dimly lit city, and a look of doubt appeared on his eyebrows.
"It's strange, there's no way he can't feel such a big movement..."
Could it be that the injuries he left on the other party were too severe and he is already dead?
Seth turned to look at Amon in black and asked: "Can you use the curse through the Fengdu Law?"
"Yes." Amon nodded, "Luck cannot be blocked by laws. As long as this dragon vein is used as a guide, the entire land of Daxia can be cursed."
"Then you can start."
Amon slowly raised his hands, holding a black scepter in the palm of his right hand. He made a strange gesture with his left hand. A sinister black light bloomed from his body, and an extremely evil aura spread in the air.
Ding--!!
At this moment, a figure appeared in front of them out of thin air.
The man's black shirt was stained with blood, and his hands were empty.
The eyes are as calm as water and as bright as swords.
The moment he appeared, the swirling cloud vortex in the sky suddenly stopped, and thousands of sword sounds came from the void, resounding throughout the world.
His eyes calmly swept across the three gods,
Speak slowly:
"Daxia Sword Master Zhou Ping, please give way to the gods!"
It's him!
The moment he saw this scene, Xiu felt happy in his heart.
His appearance will prove that what he said is not groundless. As long as Seth personally experiences this human sword, he will know why he was forced to retreat...
etc,
Where is his sword?
Xiu looked at Zhou Ping's empty hands and was suddenly stunned.
Above the clouds, Seth frowned slightly when he saw the man who suddenly appeared.
"Can we please give way? You're just a human. That's such a big statement!" He sneered.
boom--!!
He stretched out his hand and made a slight move, and endless yellow sand poured out from under the yellow cloak, covering most of the sky in an instant.
Each of those dark yellow gravels exudes terrifying aura fluctuations, which can easily blast through half of the city. They mix in the strong wind and make deafening explosions.
Yellow sand fills the sky!
Zhou Ping held the sword finger in his right hand and tapped it lightly in front of him.
Surging sword energy surrounded him, and each sword energy shattered a grain of yellow sand approaching his body. No matter how much yellow sand filled the sky, not a single grain could get within three feet of him.
Seth's eyes showed surprise.
After these yellow sands passed over Zhou Ping's body, they quickly piled up and turned into a desert suspended in the clouds. The area was five times the size of the city beneath him. The sunlight shone on this suspended desert and projected on the ground.
Casting a wide range of shadows, blocking out the sky and the sun.
At the same time, above this vast desert, a huge dark yellow suspended sand tower rose from the ground, about 900 meters high, standing majestically as if it was about to pierce the sky.
Seth's body turned into a handful of yellow sand and disappeared. When he reappeared, he was already standing on the top of the sand tower.
"Desert sand boundary."
He opened his arms and his yellow cloak fluttered in the wind, as if he was embracing the suspended desert.
In front of the tower at his feet, Zhou Ping's figure was as small as an ant.
boom--!!!
The sand around Zhou Ping suddenly exploded, and a huge palm of nearly 100 meters of yellow sand quickly condensed and slammed into his body!