Feeling the second divine pressure approaching rapidly, Zhou Ping frowned, but his speed did not slow down at all, but instead increased a bit!

He must seriously injure Set before the two gods join forces, otherwise he will have no chance of winning.

Zhou Ping's sword broke through the space and came in front of Seth. The rolling sword energy rushed out and rushed towards Seth's face like a tornado!

Seth narrowed his eyes slightly, and the next moment his whole body turned into yellow sand and disappeared without a trace.

The sword energy swept across the sand and gravel without touching Seth at all. Zhou Ping's face suddenly became solemn.

At the same time, a strong wind came from the void, hit him hard on the back, and knocked him to the ground!

Bang--!!

Zhou Ping's figure fell on the desert like a meteorite, shaking up a large amount of sand and gravel. Then the surrounding yellow sand rolled back rapidly, like an inverted giant coffin, sealing Zhou Ping inside.

In the sky, yellow sand swept, and the figure of Set in a cloak appeared again.

He looked down at the huge yellow sand coffin and snorted coldly.

“Humans are only humans after all. If they cannot control the power of the law, they will never be able to truly hurt the gods.

This... is the gap between us."

He clenched his palm in the air, and the huge coffin that was pressed against the yellow sand shrank instantly, as if it wanted to crush Zhou Ping inside into powder!

bite--!

A clear sword sound was heard, and a ray of sword light pierced through the coffin, cutting a hole in it, and the black-shirted figure soared into the sky.

The Wind God Xiu stood in the clouds, made a strange seal with his hands, and slowly pressed down.

Endless strong winds burst out from the void, gathering into a terrifying strong wind tide, sweeping towards the rapidly approaching figure.

Zhou Ping's right hand trembled slightly, but he still clenched the sword finger. His eyes were fixed on the storm that was big enough to tear a city apart. He calmly pointed his finger out, and the fingerprint was so fast in the air that it left a lot of afterimages.

The surging waves of sword energy gathered around Zhou Ping, and along with his sword fingers, crashed into the oppressive storm.

The sword energy and the storm collided violently!

A visible shock wave exploded from above the clouds, spreading over hundreds of miles in an instant. Zhou Ping's sword energy tore apart almost all of the wind blades, but a large amount of residual wind still fell on his body, cutting the blood-stained black shirt open again.

The blood clot that had already solidified was torn open, and a large amount of blood instantly dyed Zhou Ping's body red.

Zhou Ping groaned and fell rapidly downwards.

Severely injured and without a sword, he was now close to his limit. Under the combined efforts of the two gods, he soon fell into a disadvantage.

At the same time, Seth stretched out his palm and grabbed the desert sand beneath him. Endless yellow sand emerged from it and gathered into a nine-meter-long dark golden spear in his palm, emitting a terrifying killing aura in the air, and even the surrounding air became dry.

He held the spear in his hand and swung it towards the rapidly falling figure!

boom--!!

The dark golden spear pierced the sky, making a sharp explosion, and pierced Zhou Ping's body like lightning!

Zhou Ping raised his sword finger, trying to block the spear with his sword energy, but at this moment his sword energy had been exhausted. When his sword finger pointed at the spear, his entire right hand was shaken into a ball of blood mist and shattered in the air!

Fortunately, this finger caused the spear's trajectory to deviate slightly, missing Zhou Ping's heart and piercing his right shoulder instead.

Zhou Ping's figure broke through the bottom of the desert sand and fell directly into the foggy ground like a meteor.

At this time, the broken city under the protection of Fengdu's laws had moved forward nearly 20 kilometers and completely disappeared in the battlefield between Zhou Ping and the two gods, disappearing into the fog.

Of course, for them, this distance only requires half a step to catch up, so neither Hugh nor Set have any intention of chasing. As long as they kill the human in front of them, the Broken City will sooner or later fall into their hands.

What's more, Amon has been staying in that city, cursing the destiny of Daxia through the dragon veins.

Half of Zhou Ping's body disappeared, and a pool of blood soaked the ground beneath his feet and spread around. He slowly raised his body from the huge pit, his face extremely pale.

“Cough, cough, cough…”

He lowered his head, coughing violently, blood flowing from the corners of his mouth.

All around him was a city that had been abandoned in the fog for who knows how long. Large amounts of bricks and debris were scattered around him, and broken walls in the distance were vaguely visible in the fog.

In the pool of blood, Zhou Ping's coughing finally subsided.

He slowly straightened his chest, stood up straight, and looked up.

In the mist, two majestic and sacred figures slowly fell from the sky...

"Human, you should be proud of yourself for having achieved this." Fengshen Xiu stood barefoot in the void, looking down at Zhou Ping's figure, and said calmly.

Zhou Ping stood in a pool of blood, turned his head slightly, and looked in the direction of the broken city.

Standing there in silence.

"Why, you still want to delay time and give that city a chance to escape?" Seth sneered, "You should know that such a short distance is nothing to us. What if I let you delay for another half an hour?"

Zhou Ping shook his head, "I just feel a little regretful."

"What's the regret?"

"It's a pity, I was just a little bit away from taking that step."

He raised his head and looked at the two figures emitting divine power in the sky. A hint of bitterness appeared in his eyes: "What a pity. I was just a little bit away from being able to...slay the gods."

"Slay a god?" Set sneered, "You are just a human, how shameless you are..."

"Kill him."

Xio took a step forward and stretched out a finger. The biting wind condensed at his fingertips...

Song——!!

At this moment, a piercing sonic boom broke through the silent fog and was rapidly approaching here.

"Huh?" Hugh and Seth, who were about to take action, raised their heads in confusion and looked towards the sky.

Zhou Ping also looked up.

The next moment, his pupils suddenly contracted!

In the misty fog, clouds rolled back from the sky, like a vast and surging wave, sweeping towards the earth.

And at the top of this wave of clouds, seven figures stood firmly, emitting a faint silver light that dispelled the surrounding fog. On their faces, seven completely different masks were overlooking the battlefield below.

They came riding on the clouds.

Zhou Ping recognized these masks.

The seven people walked on the clouds and mist, landed steadily among the ruins, and came to Zhou Ping's side.

"You..." Zhou Ping looked at the seven people in shock.

That face, which had remained unmoved even after experiencing the war of gods, now showed an unprecedented shock.

The figure wearing the Monkey King mask walked up to him.

Patted Zhou Ping's left shoulder,

"Senior Sword Saint, we are here to take you home."