I studied beheading in a mental institution

The dark sky is trembling.

The wind roared in the city.

Amidst the billowing dust, Zhou Ping walked forward step by step along the road with empty hands.

Those shouts one after another passed through the whimpering wind and fell in his ears.

"Slaying God... eh..."

He muttered to himself.

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

There, like glazed brilliance, flowing on the surface of his skin, getting brighter and brighter.

In his heart, some long-suppressed feelings are about to move, as if they are about to break through the shackles and rush out.

That feeling is called love.

Since when did he lose his expectation for this world?

Since when did he stop loving this world?

Since when did he start rejecting this world?

Zhou Ping didn't know, and he didn't want to recall, he chose to seal those memories deep in his heart, making them a thing of the past.

But now, the fire in his heart is burning hotter and hotter.

In the past, although he took many actions to help Daxia resolve disasters, it was more because of the chivalrous spirit he yearned for in his heart.

He felt that the Juggernaut should protect the world, so he did it.

This is responsibility, not sincerity.

But this time is different,

This time, he really heard their voices.

The two night watchmen, the three children, and the tens of thousands of people sleeping in the city seemed to be saying:

"—Big Xia Sword Master please kill the gods!"

This voice suppressed all other voices like a bell in a Buddhist hall, and echoed in Zhou Ping's mind. In his heart, the nearly exhausted sword intent surged at an astonishing speed!

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

Isn't this the hero he yearns for?

The heavy shackles on his heart were pried open by Lin Qiye and others. At this moment, he was scalded by the resurgent flame in his heart and trembled violently!

His imposing manner was rising steadily, and his injured and slightly bent spine slowly straightened,

Swords blared all over his body!

It seemed as if there were endless swords surrounding him, and following his footsteps, they buzzed in unison, getting louder and louder, resounding like a frightened phoenix, resounding through the sky.

On his skin, the glazed brilliance flows slowly,

Those eyes were as bright as a mirror.

When Zhou Ping took the last step, a deep roar sounded in his body, as if a hammer hit an ancient brass clock, buzzing.

almost,

It is still a little bit away from breaking that shackle...

Zhou Ping frowned, looked down at his glazed palm, and sighed helplessly.

The fire in his heart has been burnt out, but he is still half a step away from breaking the ceiling...

He's out of time.

Zhou Ping raised his head and looked beyond the gloomy sky, the three gods who bombarded Fengdu's law one after another stepped forward.

His figure disappeared in place.

……

above the clouds.

The God of Yellow Sand, Seth, the God of Wind, Xiu, and Amon looked down at the city emitting light, frowning slightly.

"This Great Xia law is really difficult." Amon narrowed his eyes slightly, and a purple awn flashed in his eyes.

"Even if the three of us work together, it is impossible to break the Great Xia Law in a short time." Xio, who was still injured, said calmly, "The most urgent task now is to bring this city back to Sun City."

Seth in the yellow cloak glanced across the city, his brows raised slightly,

"Hugh, where is the strong human being you mentioned? We have been here for so long, why hasn't he come out yet? Could it be that you made him up at all?"

Xio frowned and glanced at him, "I don't need to lie to you."

His eyes fell on the city that was emitting a gloomy light, and there was also a look of doubt in his brows,

"Strange, it's impossible for him not to feel such a big movement..."

Could it be that the injury he left on the other party was too severe and he was already dead?

Seth turned his head to look at Amon in black, and asked, "With Fengdu's law, can you use the curse?"

"Yes." Amon nodded, "Luck is not something that can be blocked by laws. As long as you use this dragon vein as a guide, you can curse the entire land of Great Xia."

"Then you can start."

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

Ding--! !

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

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

The eyes are as calm as water, and as bright as swords.

The moment he appeared, the swirling cloud vortex in the sky suddenly stopped, and thousands of sword sounds came from the void, resounding through the world.

His gaze swept across the three gods calmly,

Open your mouth slowly:

"Great Xia Sword Master Zhou Ping, please make way for the gods!"

It's him!

The moment she saw this scene, Xio felt a sense of rejoicing in her heart.

His appearance proved that what he said was not groundless. As long as Seth experienced this human sword for himself, he would know why he was forced to retreat...

and many more,

Where is his sword?

Xio looked at Zhou Ping's empty hands and was suddenly taken aback.

Above the clouds, Seth frowned slightly when he saw the man who suddenly appeared.

"Please let us get out of the way? Human beings, what a big tone!" He sneered.

boom--! !

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

Each of those dark yellow gravel exudes a terrifying aura fluctuation, which can easily blast through half of the city. They are mixed in the strong wind and emit a deafening explosion.

Yellow sand fills the sky!

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

Surging sword energy lingered around him, each sword energy smashed a grain of yellow sand approaching his body, even though the yellow sand was all over the sky, none of them could enter three feet in front of him.

Surprise appeared in Seth's eyes.

After the yellow sand passed Zhou Ping's body, it quickly piled up and turned into a desert suspended in the clouds. The area was five times that of the city below him. Casts a wide range of shadows, covering the sky and the sun.

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

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

"The desert sand world."

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

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

boom--! ! !

The sand around Zhou Ping suddenly exploded, and a huge yellow sand palm of nearly [-] meters gathered rapidly and slapped his body violently!