Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Chapter 457: Sword Rises, Wind and Clouds Move, Slaying Gods and Shaking the Universe

Xiuer and Seter stood on the clouds, overlooking the city below that looked like a broken porcelain doll.

The dense "mystery" was like a black tide, submerging the ruins and making a creepy roar.

"Haha, this old guy is quite capable."

Xiu'er sneered, his eyes flashing with a cold light, "Wait until this beast tide has exhausted his strength, and then we will reap the benefits."

Seter nodded, his hoarse voice like the friction of gravel: "These lowly creatures are nothing more than toys to us."

"Once Zhou Ping'er dies, this land will be ours."

The two men looked at each other, sinister calculations intertwined in their eyes, and the air was filled with a suffocating atmosphere of conspiracy.

Suddenly, a sharp sword intent rose into the sky, sweeping in like a hurricane, tearing the surrounding clouds into pieces.

Xiu'er and Seter's expressions suddenly changed and they looked up suddenly.

Zhou Ping'er came walking in the air, the long sword in her hand humming and the sword emitting a dazzling light.

He was like a god of war descending from the sky, emitting pure murderous aura that was chilling.

"This...what's wrong with this old guy..." Xiu'er's face turned pale and he subconsciously took a step back.

He had never seen Zhou Ping'er with such a terrifying aura. She was like a Shura from hell, ready to kill everything in the world.

Seter also felt tremendous pressure. Yellow sand and dust rolled around him, but it could not resist the suffocating sword intent.

There was a tremor in his hoarse voice: "Xiu'er, we..."

Zhou Ping'er stared at the two of them with cold eyes, as sharp as an eagle.

He slowly raised the long sword in his hand, pointing the tip of the sword directly at Xiu'er and Seter, and said in a tone as cold as ice: "You scoundrels, how dare you covet the land of Daxia?"

The overwhelming sword force pressed down on them like a substance, and Xu'er and Seter found it difficult to breathe.

They never thought that a dying person could burst out with such terrifying power.

"Don't even think about it!" Xiu'er suppressed the fear in his heart and roared.

Seter also forced himself to cheer up and prepare to fight to the death.

Zhou Ping'er's lips curled up in an icy arc, and a hint of determination flashed in her eyes: "Then... let's fight!"

Zhou Ping'er moved. Or rather, the sword moved.

The sword flashed, so fast that it was unbelievable!

Xiu'er didn't even see how Zhou Ping'er drew her sword. She only felt a flash before her eyes, and the world seemed to stop at that moment.

Immediately afterwards, there was a deafening sound of swords, like the roar of a dragon and a tiger, resounding through heaven and earth!

Seter resisted in panic, and the yellow sand condensed into a huge shield in front of him, as thick as a mountain.

However, in front of Zhou Ping'er's divinely punished sword,

This seemingly indestructible defense was like paper and was torn apart in an instant!

"Kacha!"

The sound of the shield breaking was extremely crisp, but it could not cover up the heart-pounding sound of the sword.

The sword shines like a rainbow, and its momentum is unstoppable!

Setel's pupils suddenly shrank, and fear overwhelmed him like a tide.

He wanted to dodge, but found that his body seemed to be imprisoned and he could not move.

"Pfft!"

The sound of the sharp blade piercing through flesh and blood can be clearly heard.

Seter didn't even have time to let out a scream before being swallowed by the sword light.

The yellow sand cleared, and Seter's figure disappeared.

All that remained was the smell of blood in the air and the still buzzing sword.

Zhou Ping'er's figure shook slightly, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.

Obviously, forcibly activating the power of the law placed a huge burden on his already exhausted body.

But he still stood, as straight as a javelin.

"One sword... to kill the god..." Xiu'er's voice trembled, as if he had seen a ghost.

He looked at the scene in disbelief, his heart filled with fear.

Zhou Ping'er slowly retracted her sword, with the tip of the sword lowered. The blood stained on the sword was like a blooming Lycoris radiata, enchanting and strange.

He raised his head, looked at Xiu'er with cold eyes, and said in a weak but firm tone: "The next one... is you..."

Suddenly, a brilliant sword light descended from the sky...