Myth Invasion: I Killed Gods on Earth

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"Even if you master the way of the sword as a weapon, can't you match the power of the gods?"

Looking at the angel sword coming with divine power, Zhang Feng was swallowed up by a sense of insignificance.

But, right now.

Suddenly, something messed up in his mind.

Those poems he had read.

"Crash!"

The "Anthology of Li Taibai's Poems", which was thrown out of his arms before, quickly turned the pages under the scorching air.

Each article is a romantic story through the ages.

Every page is the elegance of Tang Dynasty.

"Hey, the sword is so dangerous..."

"Don't you see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning..."

"Flying down three thousand feet, it is suspected that the Milky Way has fallen nine days."

"Among the colorful clouds of Chaoci Baidi, thousands of miles of Jiangling will be returned in one day."

In that era, it was brilliant and bright.

There are swordsmen dancing their swords like splashing ink, there are majestic Shu Mountains suppressing mountains and rivers, and there are poets whose voices move the galaxy.

The romance of the millennium is all in the poem.

But at this time, those poems and essays were full of sword light!

That is the eternal romance of that era, that is the brilliance of that era, that is the sword of that era!

"Hey, the sword is very dangerous."

Facing the angel's sword, Great Xia Sword God Zhang Feng began to recite poems inexplicably.

The suppressed sword energy suddenly released, hovering over him, like a majestic mountain!

Shushan!

No, not just Shushan.

After the Shu Mountain, there are thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.

Among the thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, there is a city that is shining with gold and rippling with colorful clouds.

That was an era.

In that era, there were people who used more troops, the better, and the momentum was like a broken bamboo, without any defeat, and they were fascinated by it.

Some people's poems are like a bow of a hundred stones, a crossbow of a thousand catties, like a full moon hanging above the heads of common people, so that the younger generations have the idea of ​​only kowtow and not allowed to speak, it is really magnificent.

Someone talks about being possessed by a god, but the chess piece is lightly tapped on the wrist, but it is like a fierce general fighting under his command, the spirit is amazing.

In that era, the stars were brilliant, and there were fables by philosophers, eminent monks preaching, and real people preaching. Why should the world envy the sky.

There is a total of one stone in the world, and in that era it monopolized eight buckets, and a poet, wine and sword fairy monopolized eight points.

That era was called Datang!

There are thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, and the majestic Shu Mountain.

There are countless literati and poets, and countless romantics through the ages.

"boom!"

The heaven and earth in the east suddenly shook, as if someone laughed out loud.

"I didn't expect that after thousands of years, there will be successors! Happy!"

"Boy, now that Li is sleeping, you can't help you at will, but it's okay to drink with you, boy, how dare you drink with Li!"

A pot of turbid wine rushes from the east like a stream of light.

"Why don't you dare, thank you senior for giving me the wine!"

The sharp sword came down on the head, but Zhang Feng took the pot of dirty wine and drank it with his head up!

The wine is fragrant.

In the fragrance of wine spanning thousands of years, sword energy and poetry are already indistinguishable.

The eternal romance appeared on the sword of Daxia Sword God.

"The way of the sword...where is the way of the sword."

Zhang Feng exhaled and raised his sword lightly.

Behind him, the sword energy gathers like the majestic Shu Mountain, like the ancient Tang Dynasty.

"Descendants of the gods, do you dare to accept a sword from my human being, or dare to accept a sword from my Great Xia!"

Facing the [-]-meter sword blade, Zhang Feng raised the three-foot Qingfeng and stabbed it with his sword!

This sword, under the pillar of fire that reaches the sky, seems extremely small.

But above this sword, there are towering Shu Mountains, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, the splendor of the Tang Dynasty, sword immortals in white clothes, literati stepping on the moon, and fierce generals roaring!

This sword.

Eternal romance.

Datang Fenghua.

The majestic Shu Mountain soars into the sky!

Stretching for thousands of miles, the sword intent is true!

This three-foot green front is so small under the [-]-meter angel's sword.

But the [-]-meter pillar of fire under the majestic Shu Mountain, under the splendor of the Tang Dynasty, is even more pitiful!

That was an era!

That is the romance of the ages!

That is the sword intent in the poem, and it is also the human will!The love for this world, the protection of the homeland!

"This sword has the charm of the ages, and the thousands of miles of Shushan."

"God descendant, what are you holding back!"

"boom!"

Eternal romance, a sword out.

Thousands of miles of Shushan, all in the poem, all in the sword!

A swordsman in white, drinking wine and singing songs.

The Shu Mountain sword energy slammed into the angel's sword, and the Wanli Shu Mountain collided with the [-]-meter fire pillar. In an instant, the [-]-meter fire pillar shattered inch by inch!

"Impossible!" Dennis tried his best to wave his wings and grip the giant sword tightly.

But this moment.

The bloodline left to him by the archangel he was so proud of was so small!

The power from human beings is so powerful!

That sword intent, which spanned thousands of years, is so unstoppable!

The so-called angelic power, the so-called divine power, is so vulnerable to this power!

Like ants facing a roaring giant elephant, they have absolutely no right to stop them!

"impossible!"

"This is the strength I prayed to the Archangel and my dear father!"

"This is the power bestowed on me by my blood!"

"How could it be given by human sword intent..."

"boom!"

The hundred-meter angel's sword was completely shattered under the sword energy of Shu Mountain.

That sword energy was like continuous mountains of Shu, like thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, crushing the angel's sword forcefully, and then slammed into Dennis' body with the most forceful posture!

"boom!"

In an instant, the pure white wings were torn apart, and the feathers scattered.

His glory was instantly shattered.

As if being crushed by the entire Shu Mountain, Dennis fell directly from the air, his whole body seemed to be cut by countless sword blades, full of dense cuts!

The continuous mountains of Shu, forcibly ran over him!

Even a descendant of the gods with the blood of an archangel cannot bear this kind of weight!

"boom!"

Dennis fell to the ground hard, both wings twisted and feathers shattered.

"Impossible..." He still wanted to stand up.

A sword lay in front of him, and his white clothes fluttered.

"Kneel down." Great Xia Sword God said softly.

"Let me kneel down?" Dennis' eyes were red, he gritted his teeth and stood up, and the shattered glory was accumulated again: "You are just a human being, a human like an ant, and you are worthy of me..."

"I said, let you kneel!"

The point of the sword touched Dennis' shoulder.

A Shu Mountain with sword energy fell down with the tip of the sword!

In an instant, Dennis' face turned pale, and the continuous Shushan sword energy instantly crushed his glory, and an unimaginable force came from his shoulders!

Thousand miles of Shushan, suppress the angels!

"boom!"

Dennis knelt on the ground almost uncontrollably, the point of the sword on his shoulder seemed tiny, but he felt like a mountain of Shu was pressing on him!

"how come……"

He looked up.

But he saw the Great Xia Sword God standing there, with sword energy criss-crossing behind him, like a majestic Shu Mountain.

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Da Xia has a sword.

The sword crushes the angel!

At this moment, this Great Xia Sword God exuded a heavy aura all over his body.

That sword is no longer a sword.

It's the romance of the ages.

It was the freehand brushwork of the scholar of that era, who scolded Fang Qiu.

It was the fierce generals of that era like clouds, and the hundreds of schools were brilliant!

Every word in that poem is full of sword intent and chic.

It was all thousands of years ago, human beings' love for their homeland, and their unswerving guardianship until death!

That is a sword of an era!

Facing this sword, even an angel has to...

"boom!"

Dennis fell down uncontrollably, and his knees hit the ground so hard that the ground trembled!