Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Chapter 435: The Battle Situation Changes Unsettling

"Your life... and... a piece of news..."

The hoarse voice of the red and black shadow echoed in the interrogation room. It smiled strangely and said word by word: "He... is going to die..."

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen were both stunned.

"Him? Who?" Lin Qiye, the man with red and black eyes, seemed to know more than they imagined.

Wu Hen's system popped up at the right moment to make its presence felt: [Triggering Mission: Get Shadow Demon's Secret! Reward: Bagua Detection Radar, capable of detecting all Bagua within a 100-mile radius!]

Wu Hen's eyes rolled. Gossip detection radar?

This stuff is great!

Won’t you be able to eat melons from everywhere in the future?

He rubbed his hands and was about to speak, but Lin Qiye beat him to the punch.

"If you don't explain clearly, I will kill you right now!" Lin Qiye was filled with murderous aura, as if he was going to attack in the next second.

The red and black shadow was not afraid at all, but smiled even more strangely: "Want to know? In exchange for your life!"

Suddenly, there was a violent jolt, and both of them lost consciousness.

"Hiss... my head hurts..."

Wu Hen opened his eyes dazedly and subconsciously reached out to touch his head, but he felt a smooth...

Wooden chopsticks?

He sat up suddenly, looked at the wooden chopsticks in his hand in confusion, and then looked at the familiar environment around him.

this is not……

airplane?

He remembered that he and Lin Qiye were clearly interrogating Chi Hei Yingmu, so how come they were back on the plane in the blink of an eye?

Was everything that just happened a dream?

But the real touch in his hands, and the words of the red and black shadow that lingered in his mind, "He... is going to die..."

But he couldn't completely believe that it was just a dream.

At the same time, in the city shrouded in dim light, Chen Han'er and Lu Yu'er were looking up at the sky.

I saw two rays of light collide violently in the air, making a deafening roar.

"Is that... a war between gods?" Lu Yuer covered her mouth and muttered to herself in disbelief.

Chen Han'er frowned, her eyes filled with doubt: "This breath... could it be..."

She suddenly thought of something and her face changed drastically: "Oh no! It's Zhou Ping'er!"

The earth shook violently, as if a giant beast was turning over underground, and the whole city was shrouded in crumbling fear.

The dim light flickered, as erratic as a ghostly fire, cutting the already blurred vision into pieces.

The building trembled and made teeth-grinding groans, as if it would collapse at any moment.

Sword Saint Zhou Ping'er and Wind God were fighting fiercely, and the dim light restricted their vision.

The two could only judge each other's position by the sharp sword intent and the whistling gale.

Every collision was like a thunderclap, and the turbulent air waves razed the surrounding buildings to the ground.

The sword light of the sword master is as bright as the galaxy, and each sword contains the power to destroy the world;

The figure of the God of Wind was as elusive as a ghost, and every flash was accompanied by a howling wind, making it difficult to grasp.

The tense atmosphere, like a taut string, permeated between the two of them.

Zhou Ping'er felt her heart beating like a drum, and every breath was filled with burning sensation.

He had never encountered such a powerful opponent. Feng Fengshen's speed and strength were far beyond his imagination.

But he was not afraid at all, instead it aroused the fighting spirit deep in his heart.

The long sword in his hand let out a clear dragon roar, and the sword light became more dazzling.

Like a silver lightning streaking through the night sky, it pierced the heart of the Wind God.

Feng Fengshen let out a sharp whistle, and his figure instantly disappeared from the spot, avoiding Zhou Ping'er's fatal attack.

The next second, he appeared behind Zhou Ping'er, and swung the sharp claws in his hands like steel knives.

Five wounds deep enough to see the bone were left on Zhou Ping'er's back.

Zhou Ping'er groaned, and blood stained her clothes red.

But he did not fall down. Instead, he swung the sword in his hand even more violently, destroying all the surrounding buildings.

Upon seeing this, Feng Fengshen let out an unwilling roar, and his figure gradually disappeared into the night sky.

"Won……"

Zhou Ping'er staggered back to Chen Han'er and Lu Yu'er, leaning on her sword. Blood dripped down the sword onto the ground, staining the land red.

Lu Yuer looked at Zhou Ping'er, who was covered in blood, and asked in disbelief, "You...you really won?"

Zhou Ping'er nodded calmly: "He retreated."

"We go home."

The three of them turned and left, leaving behind only the devastated city, the dim light, and endless imagination about the future...