Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Chapter 449: The blood is rekindled and the sword master appears to fight the gods

Zhou Ping'er's back was very long in the afterglow of the setting sun.

He took one step, two steps, and each step seemed to step on everyone's heart, click, click.

He heard the children's cries and Chen Han'er's tears.

I heard Lu Yuer’s sobs and everyone’s calls filled with hope.

"Kill them! Kill them!"

Killing gods?

These two words, like a flame, instantly ignited the flame in Zhou Ping'er's heart that was about to go out.

He took a deep breath, as if to absorb all the hope of the world into his chest.

He felt a powerful force surging in his body, which was the long-forgotten pride of the Sword Master!

He felt that the sword power in his body was like a turbocharger, soaring madly, and the long-lost passion was back!

"Crack! Crack!" A sound as if some shackles were being torn apart was heard inside his body, but it seemed as if it was just one step away from success.

He looked up at the sky. In Zhou Ping'er's eyes, those gods who were showing off their might in the clouds looked like a bunch of clowns.

He curled the corners of his mouth, revealing a confident yet sarcastic smile, then he suddenly raised his foot and stomped the ground.

"boom!"

With a muffled sound, Zhou Ping'er's figure disappeared from the spot.

Above the clouds, Settle was kicking the clouds impatiently.

He stirred up waves of clouds: "The laws of Daxia are really troublesome. If it weren't for the completion of my plan, I would have razed this place to the ground long ago!"

Hugh was fanning the flames.

He looked like he was enjoying the fun and said, "Yeah, yeah, but I think that Sword Saint must have peed his pants a long time ago, right?"

Amon frowned and glanced at the city below.

His tone was cold: "We can't wait any longer. Using the Great Xia Dragon Vein as a guide, cursing this land is the best strategy!"

Before he finished speaking, a figure, like a ghost, suddenly appeared in front of them.

It’s Zhou Ping’er!

"Fuck, is he really coming?"

Xiu'er was so frightened that he almost fell off the cloud.

"Didn't he say he was so scared that his legs went limp? He ran pretty fast! I swear I wasn't lying, he must have been so scared that he peed himself!"

Sai Teer frowned and looked at Zhou Pinger who suddenly appeared.

His tone was filled with disdain: "Tsk, you? How dare you show up here? Where's your sword? Take it out and let me see it. Don't let yourself be frightened and lose it!"

Zhou Ping'er slowly raised her head and glanced at the three gods in front of her with a firm look.

There was a hint of unquestionable arrogance in his tone: "Get out of the way, I'm in a hurry."

Amon'er frowned, as if he was weighing something.

Xiu'er looked at Zhou Ping'er with interest, as if he was watching a good show.

Seter sneered, "Haha, boy, are you talking to us?!"

In his hands, the yellow sand began to condense, emitting a suffocating sense of oppression.

Seter sneered, and the yellow sand surged in his hands, like a violent python, sweeping towards Zhou Ping'er.

"Just you? How dare you speak so arrogantly?"

The speed of the yellow sand was astonishingly fast, and it arrived in front of Zhou Ping'er in almost the blink of an eye.

Zhou Ping'er's eyes focused, and a sharp sword energy burst out from his body, forming an invisible barrier.

"You have a small skill, but you still dare to do the same thing?"

The sword energy collided with the yellow sand, making a harsh friction sound and sparks flying.

The yellow sand was blocked by the sword energy, but it did not dissipate. Instead, it quickly accumulated behind Zhou Ping'er.

In the blink of an eye, a vast desert was formed, with towering sand towers rising from the ground, magnificent and imposing.

Seter stood on the top of the highest sand tower, looking down at Zhou Pinger like a god looking down at an ant.

"Haha, let me show you what true power is!"

He raised his hands high, and the yellow sand rolled and condensed into a huge palm that covered the sky and the sun.

With a devastating pressure, he slapped Zhou Ping'er hard.

Zhou Ping'er looked up and saw a huge shadow looming over him, as if it was going to swallow him completely.

He felt an unprecedented pressure, and breathing became difficult.

The air around him seemed to freeze, making him unable to move.

"This... is a bit strong..." he whispered.

"boom--"

The giant palm of yellow sand fell with a deafening roar, and the entire cloud layer began to tremble violently.

The dust was flying all over the sky, blocking out the sun, making it impossible to see the scenery inside.

"This time, it should be over..."

Xiu'er hid in the distance and muttered softly.

"Hmph, you overestimate your abilities." Seter snorted coldly and slowly lowered his arms.

However, at this moment, a voice came from the dust: "That's it?"