The dark sky was shaking.

The wind howled in the city.

Amid the rolling dust, Zhou Ping walked forward along the road step by step with empty hands.

The shouts that came one after another, through the howling wind, fell into his ears.

"Slaying God... huh..."

He muttered to himself.

He stretched out his right hand and gently placed it on his chest.

There, a glow like colored glass flowed on the surface of his skin, becoming brighter and brighter.

In his heart, some long-buried emotions were stirring, as if they were about to break through the shackles and burst out.

That kind of feeling is called love.

Since when did he lose hope in this world?

Since when did he stop loving this world?

Since when did he start to reject this world?

Zhou Ping didn’t know, nor did he want to recall it. 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 was burning brighter and brighter.

Although he had helped Da Xia resolve disasters many times in the past, that was more because of the chivalrous spirit that he longed for in his heart.

He felt that a sword master should protect the world, so he did it.

This is responsibility, not following the heart.

But this time it's different.

This time, he actually 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:

“——Please ask the Great Xia Sword Saint to slay the God!”

This sound, like the sound of a Buddhist bell, suppressed all other sounds and echoed in Zhou Ping's mind. In his heart, the almost exhausted sword intent surged at an astonishing speed!

Some people admire him, some people trust him, and some people need him.

Isn't this the hero he longs for?

The heavy shackles on his heart were pried open a little by Lin Qiye and others. At this moment, it was burned hot by the rekindled fire in his heart and trembled violently!

His momentum rose steadily, and his injured and slightly bent spine slowly straightened.

The sound of swords rang out all around him!

It was as if there were endless swords surrounding him, buzzing in unison with his footsteps, becoming louder and louder, like the cry of a startled phoenix, resounding through the sky.

On his skin, the glazed light slowly flows.

Those eyes were as clear as a mirror.

When Zhou Ping took the last step, a low roaring sound came from his body, as if a hammer hit an ancient brass bell, buzzing.

Almost.

I am still a little bit away from breaking that shackle...

Zhou Ping frowned, looked down at his glass-colored palms, and sighed helplessly.

The fire in his heart had burned out, but he was still half a step away from breaking through that ceiling...

He doesn't have time anymore.

Zhou Ping raised his head and looked beyond the dark sky. The three gods who were bombarding the Fengdu Laws one after another took a step forward.

His figure disappeared on the spot.

…

Above the clouds.

Set, the god of sand, Xiu, the god of wind, and Amon looked down at the glowing city with their brows slightly furrowed.

"The laws of Daxia are 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 will be impossible to break the Great Xia Law in a short period of time." Xio, who was still injured, said calmly, "The most urgent task now is to bring this city back to Sun City."

Seth, wearing a yellow cloak, glanced at 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? Could it be that you made him up?"

Xio frowned and looked at him, "I don't have to lie to you."

His eyes fell on the city emitting dim light, and a look of doubt appeared on his brow.

"Strange, with such a big commotion, there's no way he couldn't feel it..."

Could it be that the injuries he inflicted on the other party were too severe and the other party was dead?

Set turned to look at Amon in black and asked, "Can you use the curse across the Fengdu Law?"

"Okay." Amon nodded. "Luck is something that cannot be blocked by the law. As long as we use this dragon vein as a guide, we can curse the entire land of Daxia."

"Then you can start."

Amon slowly raised his hands, holding a black scepter in the palm of his right hand, and made a strange gesture with his left hand. A gloomy black light burst out from his body, and an extremely evil aura spread in the air.

bite--!!

At this moment, a figure appeared in front of them out of nowhere.

The man's black shirt was stained with blood, and his hands were empty.

His eyes are as calm as water and as clear as a sword.

The moment he appeared, the swirling cloud vortex in the sky suddenly stopped, and the sound of thousands of swords came from the void, resounding through the heavens and earth.

His eyes swept calmly over the three gods.

Slowly speaking:

"Great Xia Sword Saint Zhou Ping, please make way, gods!"

It's him!

The moment he saw this scene, Xio felt relieved.

His appearance would prove that what he said was not groundless. As long as Set experienced the sword of this human in person, he would 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.

"Asking us to give way? You are just a human, but you are so arrogant!" He sneered.

boom--!!

He stretched out his hand and waved it gently, and endless yellow sand poured out from under the yellow cloak, covering most of the sky in an instant.

Each of those dark yellow gravel emitted a terrifying aura fluctuation that could easily blow through half a city. They mixed in the strong wind and made a deafening explosion.

The sky is full of yellow sand!

Zhou Ping held the sword finger in his right hand and tapped it lightly in front of him.

Surging sword energy swirled around him, and each sword energy shattered a grain of yellow sand that approached his body. No matter how much yellow sand filled the sky, not a single grain could get within three feet of him.

Surprise appeared in Seth's eyes.

After the yellow sands passed over Zhou Ping's body, they quickly accumulated and turned into a desert suspended in the clouds. Its area was five times the size of the city below him. The sunlight shone on this suspended desert, casting a large shadow on the ground, covering the sky and the sun.

At the same time, above this vast desert, a huge dark yellow suspended sand tower rises from the ground, about 900 meters high, standing tall as if it is about to pierce the sky.

Seth's figure turned into a handful of yellow sand and disappeared on the spot. When he reappeared, he was already standing on the top of the sand tower.

"Desert Sand Realm."

He opened his arms, and his yellow cloak fluttered in the wind, as if he was embracing the suspended desert.

In front of the tall tower under his feet, Zhou Ping's figure looked as small as an ant.

Bang--!!!

The sand around Zhou Ping suddenly exploded, and a huge yellow sand palm nearly a hundred meters long quickly condensed and slammed towards his body!