I Studied Beheading in a Mental Institution.

The blade ignoring space slashed across lightly, and the three "mysteries" in the "pool" state rushing to the forefront of the wave were cut in half at the same time, and the blood splashed on a "mystery" that looked like a hunting dog behind it, making it full of blood. Dip in ferocious blood.

Roar--! !

As soon as it opened its mouth, its sharp teeth exuded a gloomy light. Just as it was about to do something, a thick golden beam of light directly melted it into the air.

Jia Lan, who was wearing a dark blue Han robe, held the [Tianque] spear in his hand, his face was still a little pale, but his eyes were extremely firm.

"Jalan, don't use too much strength, stand behind me." Seeing this scene, Lin Qiye said.

A blush suddenly appeared on Jialan's pale face. After hesitating for a moment, she still obediently ran behind Lin Qiye. She seemed to be full of vitality after being lifeless.

"Cao Yuan, you take the lead." Lin Qiye turned to look at Cao Yuan who was beside him.

Cao Yuan nodded, and the straight knife in his palm suddenly came out of its sheath!

Chong——!

The dark flames shot up into the sky, intertwined into a coat and draped over Cao Yuan's body, his eyes were instantly ferocious like blood, with murderous intent surging!

With a low growl, he stepped forward, and at the same time, the straight knife in his hand swung a jet of black evil spirit, chopped off two "mysterious" bodies, and rushed to the front of the crowd in a flash, dancing wildly with evil spirit, In this turbulent "mysterious" wave, each person cut a bloody path.

Baili Fatty stretched out his hand and patted it in his pocket. Twelve forbidden objects were suspended behind him. The sapphire armor spread over his body. He was wearing a ragged cloak. The whole body is full of brilliance and precious light.

He followed behind the madman Cao Yuan on the left, and they tore a gap together.

And on the right side of the team, Lin Qiye held [Zhanbai] in his hand, danced wildly with his blade, and quickly harvested the "mysterious" lives around him. Every step he took, a piece of grass would stretch out from under him, and those flower buds bloomed on the ground. The "mysterious" body absorbs their spirit and vitality and feeds back Lin Qiye himself.

Jia Lan was at the end of the team, pointing out the [Tianque] spear in his hand from time to time, and a single shot could wipe out a large area of ​​"mystery".

In the middle of the team, Shen Qingzhu was holding a cigarette butt, rubbing his fingertips lightly, and a flash of fire surrounded him, splashing out like a rain of meteors and falling into the dense crowd of beasts.

"Can you do me a favor?" An Qingyu said beside him.

Shen Qingzhu frowned, "What's the matter?"

An Qingyu silently took out a skull with half of her tongue in it, grabbed it in her left hand, then untied the MP3 player from her waist with her right hand, and put the two together.

"Jiang'er, adjust the frequency." An Qingyu said calmly.

Beside him, the figure of the ghost Jiang'er emerged, and the volume of the MP3 was turned up to the maximum in an instant.

"Why does this look so familiar?" Shen Qingzhu asked curiously.

"The previous loot, the hole card of the Baili family, the super-dangerous forbidden item, [Elegy]." An Qingyu briefly introduced the skull, "After a while, this skull will sing, and all creatures who hear this voice , will be decomposed into gravel, I asked Jiang'er to maximize the sound of the MP3 and tune it to the same frequency as the skull, so that this song will resound throughout the battlefield.

But the problem is that this thing is an indiscriminate attack, so..."

"You want me to vacuum up our surroundings like I helped you before?" Shen Qingzhu immediately understood what he meant.

An Qingyu nodded, "You don't need a full vacuum, you just need to create a thin vacuum wall around the skull and make it in the shape of a horn so that the sound can be released to the maximum extent without affecting us. .”

"Simple."

Shen Qingzhu snapped his fingers, and two thin vacuum walls instantly covered the skull.

An Qingyu pushed his glasses, poured mental power into his skull, and at the same time stretched out his hand to open his mouth, a little scarlet light bloomed from the eye sockets of his skull, as if a pair of blood eyes slowly opened, extremely ferocious.

It opened its mouth, and in the mouth without any flesh and blood, half of its fresh red tongue trembled.

A faint singing voice began to echo in the air.

"Zizzizizi..."

Jiang Er imitated the frequency of the sound, and adjusted the MP3 to the same frequency. After a while, the faintly visible singing sound seemed to be magnified dozens of times, echoing in the entire mist!

Directly in front of the vacuum horn, a large number of "mysterious" bodies began to collapse, turning into gravel all over the sky and dissipating in the air.

In just over a minute, more than 40 "mysteries" have been buried under this enhanced version of [Elegy], including three "unlimited" "mysteries", and another "restraint" The "mystery" of the "Line" realm was also deserted for most of his body because he couldn't dodge in time.

The unprecedented attack method jointly created by An Qingyu, Jiang Er and Shen Qingzhu has become a nightmare for the entire "mysterious" wave.

Chapter 555

above the sky.

The body of Seth, the god of yellow sand, was chopped into pieces by the sword energy, and fell into the endless mist until he died. His eyes were still looking forward in horror, and his face was full of disbelief.

"Cough cough cough..."

Zhou Ping lowered his head and coughed violently.

Bang Bang Bang! !

A large amount of blood mist exploded from his body, his flesh, skin, internal organs, and bones were all turning into laws at an astonishing speed, floating in the air.

After this sword strike, two-thirds of his body had disappeared.

Now Zhou Ping, holding a sword in one arm, has nothing under his chest.

The power of law used by this sword is too powerful, even if there is only one sword, it is not something his body can bear, but the effect is obvious...

This sword killed a god.

A smile appeared on Zhou Ping's bloody face.

He did it.

He is the first person in human history to step into the [Red Dust Sword Immortal] realm, the first person to leave a law on the road, the first person to kill a god...

In just a few minutes, he has created history several times, but he doesn't really care about these.

What he cares about is that he didn't break his promise.

He fulfilled that half promise.

Zhou Ping held the sword in one hand, his eyes slowly fell on Fengshen beside him, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Witnessing Seth's death with his own eyes, Feng Shenxiu's body was still stained with his blood. He has not yet walked out of that earth-shattering sword, and his consciousness is still stuck at the moment when Seite was beheaded...

Even though the facts had already happened to him, he still couldn't believe that this human being really... killed a god.

When he felt Zhou Ping's gaze again and felt the undisguised killing intent, he recovered from his trance, and the fear that he deliberately suppressed resurfaced in his heart again, and it was stronger than before!

He really might have killed himself!

But thinking of the will of the Sun God, he had to calm himself down again,

This human body can't bear the law of swordsmanship. He only took one sword, and his body almost collapsed. With his current state, he may not be able to make another sword...

As long as he persists, this human will soon die, and then he will be able to take the city back.

He looked into Zhou Ping's eyes, and said calmly: "You have finished your sword strike."

Zhou Ping looked at him calmly, "So?"

"...With your current situation, you can't make another move."

Zhou Ping narrowed his eyes slightly, and in his eyes, the pure killing intent emerged again.

"Really?" Zhou Ping said flatly, "I'm still alive, my sword is still there, and my hand holding the sword is still there...Why do you think that I can't get out of the sword?"

He lifted his left hand holding the sword lightly, and the sharp and murderous swordsmanship poured into his sword again from the void!

Sword Cry Resurrection!

A tumbling wave of sword energy emerged centered on him, dispelling the surrounding mist, and the sword intent that filled the world once again dispersed!

This is Zhou Ping's second sword to kill God!

Feeling the same God-slaying sword intent as before, Xio's face paled instantly. He didn't expect that after killing Seth, this human being would still have the strength to make a second sword!

He witnessed the whole process of Seth being slashed with his own eyes. Even in his heyday, he did not dare to take the sword forcefully. What's more, now that he has fought against Zhou Ping twice, he is already injured. I feel that I can end up better than Biette.

The state of this human being is indeed very bad, but as long as he can still make a sword, to himself, his threat is infinite.

This second sword...he dare not take it.

After he struggled for a moment, a look of determination appeared in his eyes, and before the surrounding swords could be cut out, he pulled his hands in the void behind his back.

Gangfeng tore open a corner of the void, he stepped in, and then his whole body disappeared into it.

The coercion of Fengshen disappeared without a trace.

He escaped.

Zhou Ping's sword stopped in the air, closed his eyes, and carefully sensed his surroundings. After confirming that Fengshen had really escaped, he slowly put down the sword in his hand.

This is not the first time that Xio has escaped from Zhou Ping. When Zhou Ping first arrived, he used his sword to force the opponent away and saved the city from his hands. He also used this method to tear the space , and moved thousands of miles away in an instant.

In a short time, he will not come back.

The moment the sword was lowered, several clouds of blood mist erupted from Zhou Ping's body again, and his figure became more and more blurred.

His face was a little weak, and there was a look of rejoicing in his eyes.

His trick worked.

In Zhou Ping's current state, it is true that he can make another sword strike, but the power of law that can be used by this sword is only about one-third of the previous sword... In other words, he can indeed make a sword, but this is the first time. It is impossible to kill a god with two swords.

If Xio refused to leave and chose to stay and continue to fight with him, then Zhou Ping's only choice was to use up the last bit of his body to exchange for his serious injury.

So from the very beginning, Zhou Ping began to build momentum for himself, whether it was the oppressive sword intent, the laws that filled the world, or his words, they were all preparing for this moment.

He wanted them to feel that he was standing here today just to kill the gods.

The sword he used to kill Seth, the God of Yellow Sand, could have been divided into two swords, which should be the least burden on his body, but he still did not hesitate to use so much power of law to complete that sword. The shocking scene of Sword Slashing God.

The purpose is to make the surviving god feel that he has the ability to kill a god with a single sword.

In the end, his attacking move succeeded in scaring the opponent away.

Now, there is one last thing left, unfinished...

Holding the sword, Zhou Ping picked up the little breath left, like a black lightning, chasing the broken city and whizzing away.

……

Between the raging waves of "mystery".

Several figures gathered together, like a sharp blade, cut through the dense beast horde, forcibly blocked the swarm of fierce "mysteries" from Fengdu's law, and no one could step halfway behind them. step.

Songs, gun lights, sword shadows, forbidden objects... Their attacks are like a big net, intertwined outside the broken city, harvesting a large number of "mysterious" lives.

Ho ho ho ho -! !