Chapter 2042

The sword God got up slowly and came with the sword. He was not murderous and looked cold, but he gave people a cold penetrating into the soul.

They just recovered from the shock of Yang Ping's killing Cheng Yun, and were shocked by the words of the sword God.

The sword God wants to fight?

Many people are excited and look forward to the past, not because Yang Ping is worth fighting, but simply want to see the sword God's hand. The sword God is a top-level master below the legendary level and the strongest column. There are several peerless talents in the world.

Cheng Yun provoked Yang Ping and was slapped to death. The aftermath did not dissipate. People began to explore Yang Ping's identity, but the sword God stopped asking after he planned to do it.

Because Yang Ping is a dead man.

Wu Cheng looked frightened and said to Yang Ping, "you leave quickly, or you will die."

Yang Ping looked at the sky over the 1898 castle with a glass of fruit wine. He looked calm. He was not nervous at all because of the arrival of the sword God. Instead, he showed a trace of helplessness. Why did he sit honestly? The disaster came from the sky. Those who pretended to be thirteen couldn't be quiet?

A dead Cheng Yun is not enough. Another sword God comes.

Wu Cheng thought Yang Ping was stunned and explained: "I really don't lie to you. I have a list of talents in my family, that is, the people who are most likely to win the championship. The sword God is the peerless genius of the sword dimension and the son of the sword selected by the sword dimension. His mother was pregnant in October. He already had the idea of sword. When he was born, his sword spirit was thousands of miles. The whole city was extinct because of his sword spirit, including his relatives."

"He was born for the sword and got the blessing of the sword dimension. He practiced for more than 100 years and reached the state of the late king of heaven. Later, he felt that the meaning of the sword was not perfect enough, so he broke and rebuilt. From scratch, this kind of person who is heartless to himself will never say anything casually."

"If you admit a mistake, you can at least save your life."

"If I can't, I'll plead for you. No matter how powerful the sword God is, he will give my father some face."

"Also, don't annoy him. He's moody. Although he looks calm on the surface, he's actually very angry. Unless it's a beauty of my sister's level, other girls will basically die miserably if they seduce him."

"Finished?"

Yang Ping listened to Wu Chengcheng's chatter and was speechless. "After that, he sat down and drank. I'm not here to fight."

Wu Cheng stared at his beautiful big eyes and said in surprise, "do you know I'm saving you?"

Yang Ping nodded. In fact, Wu Chengcheng is a good man. Among the second generation, he has little evil spirit and there are not many causal entanglements behind him, which shows that he has not killed anyone in ordinary days. Instead, Cheng Yun was born into the grand Lord's family and has millions of slaves. This is still a family slave, not including the slaves on the grand Lord's territory. He can almost do whatever he wants. I don't know how many people have been killed.

He even saw hundreds of wronged souls, still powerful, hidden in the dark and void, staring at Cheng Yun.

Cheng Yun died, so he died.

"This man is finished."

Others shook their heads and sighed, "I think Yang Mingxi's strength is good. He originally wanted to make friends. Unfortunately, he offended the sword God. I heard that the people who competed with the sword God have never survived."

"You don't know that before the sword God was rebuilt, he had defeated the strong in the later period of the heavenly king. He was still the one who controlled the 9 rules. Now that the seal is rebuilt, he has a more integrated control of the sword. It is said that he has integrated with the sword dimension and controlled a part of the sword dimension, which is not weaker than legend."

"It's terrible. No wonder he is full of confidence in the martial arts competition. If he borrows some dimensional power, he may be able to compete with the legend. Now I'm looking forward to the competition of talents in the martial arts competition arena."

"Unfortunately, if Yang Mingxi is honest and admits her mistake, she may live."

All the people were talking, and their voices were not small, and they could hear them.

The sword God looked calm, took up a glass of wine, looked at Yang Ping so quietly and said with a smile: "do you hear me? Maybe you come from the humble world of mortals. In the ten thousand dimensions, it's just a cage like existence with incomplete rules. You can practice as you are now. You have a good talent."

Yang Ping said faintly, "you look lovely when you don't talk."

Sword God squints.

Wu Zhenzhen frowned. He was originally very disgusted with Yang Ping's character, but when he saw that he easily killed Cheng Yun, he was stunned. Then he saw that the sword God was targeted, and he was helpless in his heart.

After all, this is the 1898 castle. If there are too many private parties, she will not have a good reputation.

Wu Zhenzhen said with a smile, "sword God, please give me a face. After all, he comes from the lower world and is not sensible. Why bother about every detail and humiliate your reputation. Your opponents should be those legends."

Sword God was even more unhappy. Originally, it was because Wu Zhenzhen looked at Yang Ping with admiration. Now he pleaded for him. If the relationship between the two was simple, it would be impossible.

The sword God said indifferently, "if you don't kill him, just kneel down and apologize and be my sword boy for a hundred years."

He also valued Yang Ping's strength, not at the same level, but definitely not weak.

Wu Zhenzhen looked at Yang Ping and said with a smile, "how about it?"

Yang Ping asked, "what would you do?"

He doesn't like Wu Zhenzhen's attitude. It seems that the weak should be bullied and humiliated. According to her idea, he is far from the opponent of the sword God. He is lucky to be alive. Why care about his status.

It's ridiculous.

Wu Zhenzhen advised, "Mr. Yang, I've tried my best. The strength of the sword God is unfathomable and far from everything I see."

"And then?"

Yang Ping asked casually.

Wu Chengcheng panicked. He thought his sister pleaded for mercy and had a chance of life. Now Yang Ping pretended to be thirteen and was better than anyone.

How?

Sure enough.

Wu Zhenzhen's face was cold and he stared at Yang Ping and said in a deep voice: "You come from the lower world. The rules of the world of mortals are incomplete and you can't create a real strong one at all. You may be very strong below, or you may be the first person, but in the world of mortals, the world of mortals is the most backward place, and it's difficult for the heavenly king to come out. The sword dimension is one of the ten dimensions in the world of mortals. The origin of the dimension is extremely strong and no worse than the cloud world. The sword God is the seed appointed by the sword dimension, if you really do If you think for yourself, you should know what I say. "

Yang Ping and Wu Zhenzhen looked at each other and said quietly: "The lower boundary? From your mouth, the lower boundary is mean? It is backward and should be beaten? Although the overall strength of the lower boundary in your mouth is not as good as you, there are a group of people who are unwilling to accept your fate. You are high but occupy a geographical advantage. The cloud boundary has a strong aura and complete rules, but what? One wujialing makes the cloud boundary unable to raise its head, and another wujialing Let Wanjie dimension live in fear. Don't tell me that your ancestors in the 1898 movement are more powerful than Wu Jialing“

Wu Zhenzhen's face was ugly and he wanted to stop talking, but he couldn't refute it.

Yang Ping snorted coldly, "if it's not for your brother's face, I'll slap you in the face with your contempt just now."

Wu Zhenzhen stared at Yang Ping in disbelief.

What the hell is this guy? He dares to scold her!

You know, no matter what level of genius you are, you have to respectfully say miss e when you meet her.

This guy comes to the world of mortals and is used to being cheap, so there are no rules?

Wu Zhenzhen took a deep breath and his eyes were sullen.

The sword God smiled, shook his head and said, "Miss e, it's all right. Since he wants to think, I'll help him."

"Wait!"

Wu Zhenzhen suddenly thought of something. He stared at Yang Ping and asked tentatively, "are you from wujialing?"

Hiss——

As soon as this remark came out, the whole audience was quiet, even with a trace of fear.

Wujialing is a nightmare in the cloud world.