Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Chapter 551: War and Rainy Night

In Osaka on a rainy night, the flames of war were like a blooming flower of death, blossoming seductively among the ruins.

Han Sichuan held the magic sword in his hand, and every swing was accompanied by a sharp whistle that tore through the air.

Yuhui Qinggong's figure flickered like a ghost, and every time he dodged, he was surrounded by danger.

The battle between the two has reached a fever pitch, and the aftermath of the energy collision is shaking the ground.

"Oh my god, are these two people from the demolition team?" Wu Hen was watching the battle from a distance on his feet, not forgetting to complain.

Lin Qiye's eyes were solemn. He could feel the dangerous aura emanating from Han Sichuan. That was definitely not a power that an ordinary god-slayer could possess.

Just when Yuhui Qinggong narrowly avoided a ray of sword light again, Lin Qiye moved.

He flashed and joined the battle in an instant, with the mysterious blade in his hand pointing directly at Han Sichuan.

"clang!"

The blades collided, making a deafening sound of metal clashing.

Han Sichuan only felt a huge force coming, and the whole person retreated uncontrollably, leaving deep footprints on the ground with every step.

"what?!"

A trace of shock flashed across Han Sichuan's eyes. He didn't expect Lin Qiye's power to be so terrifying.

"This...how is this possible?!"

Wu Hen also joined the battlefield at the right time. He did not rush forward to fight directly.

Instead, he kept wandering around Han Sichuan, with a huge water gun in his hand.

"Beep~beep~beep~"

Streams of water shot towards Han Sichuan accurately. Although they did not cause any substantial damage, they greatly interfered with his movements.

"Oh my god, this water gun is too weak! System, are you sure you're not just tickling me?"

Wu Hen complained while shooting.

"Ding! Host, please take note! This system's products are of the highest quality! This is a specially made 'wet body' water gun that can significantly reduce the enemy's defense and has a certain chance of triggering the 'gasping' effect!"

"What the hell? So awesome?" Wu Hen's eyes lit up, and the shooting frequency of the water gun in his hand increased instantly.

Han Sichuan was suppressed by Lin Qiye and harassed by Wu Hen's water gun, and was caught in a dilemma for a while.

He roared angrily, and the demonic energy around him surged as he tried to break free from the predicament.

"That's it!" A cold light flashed in Lin Qiye's eyes, and the blade in his hand slashed out again, pointing directly at Han Sichuan's throat.

At this critical moment, something strange happened!

A black shadow fell from the sky and appeared in front of Han Sichuan like a ghost, blocking Lin Qiye's fatal blow.

"It's you?!" Lin Qiye frowned.

The dark shadow slowly raised his head, revealing a stern face and a pair of eyes full of murderous intent.

"Long time no see, Lin Qiye..."

A strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his voice was low and hoarse, "Did you miss me?"

"Get down, what's going on? Which set did this guy travel from?"

Wu Hen looked at the mysterious man who suddenly appeared and couldn't help but complain.

This atmosphere was even more exciting than any of the melodramatic soap operas he had ever seen.

Before everyone could react, several thick branches suddenly stretched out from behind Wu Hen.

It wrapped around Han Sichuan like a python, holding him firmly in place.

"Oh, that's great, I like this bondage game!" Wu Hen smiled frivolously, and did not forget to give a thumbs up to the tree branch.

The next second, the branch behind Wu Hen turned into a huge rocket launcher!

"Get down! System, what are you doing? I'm not Ultraman!"

Wu Hen screamed and almost fell off the Hot Wheels.

"Ding! Host, please rest assured. This is just an ordinary double-barreled cannon. It won't cause much damage."

The system explained seriously.

"A double-barreled cannon?! You call this a double-barreled cannon?!"

Wu Hen watched helplessly as a "double-barreled cannon" with a long tail of flame was shot towards Han Sichuan, and his heart was filled with powerlessness.

Just when the "double cannon" was about to hit Han Sichuan, a huge stone sword spirit appeared out of thin air and blocked Han Sichuan.

With a loud "bang", flames shot up into the sky and air waves rolled.

"Oh my god! These special effects are worth the price of admission!"

Wu Hen couldn't help but applaud and cheer, as if he was watching a wonderful IMAX movie.

After the explosion, the stone statue sword spirit was unharmed, but Han Sichuan was shocked and confused.

"This...this is impossible!"

Han Sichuan widened his eyes in horror. He could never have imagined that

I was actually blocked by this inexplicable attack method.

Seeing this scene, Han Sichuan completely lost the will to fight. His eyes flickered and there was only one thought in his mind: escape!

"Want to run? It's not that easy!"

Yuhui Qinggong sneered, and with a flash of his body, he chased after him.

Han Sichuan got on the motorcycle parked on the side of the road, stepped on the accelerator, and rushed out like an arrow.

He frantically dodged obstacles on the road, wanting only to escape from this place of trouble.

"Stop! Don't run!" Yuhui Qinggong chased closely, the weapon in his hand flashing with cold light.

Han Sichuan rode his motorcycle at full speed and broke through the blockade set up by the police.

"Stop the motorcycle in front! Stop immediately!"

The police shouted loudly, but Han Sichuan turned a deaf ear and continued to accelerate forward.

In the distance, a dark figure raised the sniper rifle in his hand... "Target locked..."

"boom!"

A dull gunshot pierced the rainy night.

A conspicuous hole suddenly appeared in the motorcycle fuel tank under Han Sichuan's crotch, and gasoline splashed out like a fountain.

The motorcycle was like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, leaving a twisted track on the ground.

Then it fell heavily to the ground, with body parts flying and sparks flying everywhere.

Han Sichuan was like a kite with a broken string, thrown out by the huge inertia, and with a "thump", he hit the wet ground hard.

He felt as if all his internal organs had shifted, his throat felt sweet, and a mouthful of blood mixed with rainwater spurted out uncontrollably.

"Holy crap! Is this sniper cheating? He blew up the fuel tank with one shot. That's incredible!"

Wu Hen whistled, his face full of an expression of watching the fun and not minding the trouble.

In the distance, the members of the Black Kill Group burst into thunderous cheers, as if celebrating a grand victory.

Shen Qingzhu put down the sniper rifle in his hand, and a cold arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.

When Yuhui Qinggong saw this scene, he realized that the strength of the Black Killing Group should not be underestimated.

Yuhui Qinggong seized the opportunity, his figure flashed like a ghost, and instantly approached the fallen Han Sichuan.

He kicked out and hit the magic sword in Han Sichuan's hand.

The demon sword flew out of his hand, leaving a cold light in the air, and then fell to the ground not far away with a "clang".

Han Sichuan struggled to get up, but the severe pain prevented him from moving.

He looked up at Yuhuiqing Palace,

Yuhui Qinggong slowly raised the magic sword, and placed the cold blade on Han Sichuan's neck.

The friction between the blade and the skin brought a stinging sensation.

The rain slid down the blade like the tears of death.

"Don't... don't kill me..." Han Sichuan's voice trembled with a hint of begging.

He knew that he had completely failed.

Yuhui Qinggong looked down at Han Sichuan at his feet with a cold and ruthless look in his eyes.

"I can tell you...the secret of Wang Xue..." Han Sichuan said suddenly.

The blade in Yuhui Qinggong's hand paused for a moment.

"What about the conditions?"

"Conditions? Oh, are you still qualified to negotiate with me now?"

Yuhui Qinggong pressed the blade in his hand down again, and a thin line of blood oozed out from Han Sichuan's neck.

The cold rain washed over the wound, bringing a stinging pain.

"Cough cough..."

Han Sichuan coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood foam, his voice hoarse, "I know you want the king's blood, I can tell you... but I need to stay alive."

"Oh? How did you know about the royal blood?" Yuhui Qinggong asked with interest.

Han Sichuan

"Wait! I know this plot! The classic dying revelation!"

Wu Hen was standing in the distance, his head tilted, worried that the world would be in chaos.

"If it were you, I'd just give him a 'truth spray' and he'd spill all his secrets!"

"Ding! Host, please shut up and don't spoil the plot!"

Yuhui Qinggong ignored Wu Hen's jokes and just waited quietly for Han Sichuan's answer.

Han Sichuan took a deep breath and seemed to have made up his mind: "I...I can tell you, but you have to ensure my safety!"

Yuhui Qinggong sneered: "Do you think you are qualified to negotiate with me now?"

"I can swear! As long as you tell me the secret of the king's blood, I will let you live!"

"What you say is unfounded."

Han Sichuan gritted his teeth

"I said... it was my grandfather... in the secret letter he left behind, he mentioned the matter of the royal blood..."

"Your grandfather? Didn't he die a long time ago?" A trace of doubt flashed in Yuhui Qinggong's eyes.

"Are you sure he's still alive?"

Han Sichuan's face turned pale. He looked at Yuhui Qinggong.

"You...how do you know..."

Yuhui Qinggong did not answer, but slowly retracted the magic sword, with a meaningful smile on his face.

"It seems that your grandfather... still has many secrets..."

He turned around and looked at Lin Qiye and Wu Hen in the distance, with an inexplicable light flashing in his eyes.

"Next, it's your turn..."