2042: C2042 He's from Wukaling?

C2042 He's from Wukaling?

The God of Swords slowly stood up and came over with a sword. There was no killing intent on his body and his expression was cold. However, it gave people a feeling as if it seeped into their souls.

Everyone who had just recovered from the shock of Yang Ping killing Cheng Yun was shocked once again by the Sword God's words.

The Sword God was going to attack?

Many people were excited, they looked up, not because Yang Ping was worth it, but because they simply wanted to see how the Sword God would act. The Sword God was a top-notch expert below the Legend rank, one of the strongest, and a peerless genius among the Universal Dimension.

Cheng Yun's attempt to provoke Yang Ping to his death was met with a slap, the shock wave did not dissipate, everyone began to check on Yang Ping's identity, but the Sword God decided to not ask anymore after he made his move.

Because Yang Ping was equal to a dead man.

Wu Chengcheng's face was filled with fear as he said to Yang Ping: "Hurry up and leave, otherwise you'll die."

Yang Ping held onto a cup of fruit wine, her expression was calm, without a hint of nervousness due to the Sword God's arrival. On the contrary, she revealed a look of helplessness, why does she have to sit so obediently?

One Cheng Yun was not enough, so another God of Swords came.

Wu Chengcheng thought Yang Ping was scared stiff and explained: "I really won't lie to you, I have a list of talents in my family, which means they are the most likely to be the winners. The Sword God is the peerless genius of the Sword Elemental Realm, the son of the Sword Elemental Realm who was chosen by the Sword Elemental Realm.

He cultivated for more than a hundred years, and reached the Late Stage of a Heavenly King. Later on, he felt that his sword intent was not perfect enough, so he broke through the re-cultivation. Starting from zero onwards, the words of someone who has no emotions of his own will absolutely not be casually said.

"At least you can keep your life."

"If it really doesn't work, I'll help you beg for forgiveness. No matter how strong the Sword God is, he still has to give some face to my ancestor."

"Also, don't provoke him. He is temperamental and calm on the surface, but he is actually very violent on the inside. Unless it's a beauty on the level of my sister, the other girls who seduce him will all die miserably."

"You're done?"

Yang Ping listened to Wu Chengcheng's rambling and was at a loss for words, "After you're done, sit down and drink, I'm not here to fight."

Wu Chengcheng opened his beautiful eyes wide, and said in shock: "You know I'm saving you?"

Yang Ping nodded her head, the truth was that Wu Chengcheng was actually a good person, in the second generation, he had very few killing intent on him, and there were not many Karma on his back, which meant that normally, no one would be killed, but Cheng Yun, because he was born in a Lord's family, with millions of slaves under his command, and these were all his family's slaves, excluding the Lord's slaves, could do anything he wanted, and could probably cause the deaths of god knows how many people.

He even saw hundreds of vengeful spirits, all of them were powerful beings that hid in the void of darkness, staring straight at Cheng Yun.

Cheng Yun deserved to die, so he died.

"This person is finished."

The bystander shook his head and sighed, "Yang Mingxi's strength is not bad. I originally wanted to befriend her, but unfortunately, she offended the Sword God. I heard that no one who competed with the Sword God had survived."

"You guys don't know, before the Sword God re-cultivated, he had already defeated a Heavenly King's Late Stage expert, and was even the type who controls nine rules. Now that he has re-cultivated until now, his control over the sword has become even more harmonious, and it is said that he has already merged with the sword dimension, and has already grasped a portion of the sword dimension's power, and is no weaker than a legend."

"How terrifying. No wonder he is so confident in this Groom Search Competition. If he were to borrow some of the power of this element, he could probably contend against a Legend. I'm looking forward to the match between the geniuses in this arena."

"What a pity. If Yang Mingxi had been a little more honest and admitted her wrongs obediently, she might have been able to survive."

Everyone began to discuss with one another. Their voices were not soft, so everyone could hear them.

The Sword God's expression was calm. He held up a cup of wine and looked at Yang Ping calmly, laughing: "Did you hear that, maybe you are from the lowly mortal world, and within the Universal Dimension, you are just an existence that looks like a cage. The rules are incomplete, and the fact that you have cultivated till now, your talent is not bad."

Yang Ping said indifferently: "Your silence is actually quite cute."

The God of Swords narrowed his eyes.

Wu Zhenzhen frowned. Originally, she loathed Yang Ping's personality, but after seeing him easily kill Cheng Yun, being stunned for a moment, then seeing the Sword God's attack, she felt helpless in her heart.

This was, after all, the Pentecostal Castle. If she hosted too many private parties, her reputation would not be good.1

Wu Zhenzhen laughed: "Sword God, please give me some face. After all, he is from the lower realms and doesn't understand anything. Your opponents should be those Legends. "

The Sword God felt even more unhappy. Originally, it was because Wu Zhenzhen had a whole new level of respect for Yang Ping, but now, they were pleading for him.

The God of Swords said calmly, "It's fine if you don't kill him. All you have to do is kneel down and apologize, then become my sword student for a hundred years."

He also valued Yang Ping's strength. It could not be considered to be at the same level, but it was definitely not weak.

Wu Zhenzhen looked at Yang Ping and smiled: "How is it?"

Yang Ping replied with a question: "If it were you instead, what would happen?"

He didn't like Wu Zhenzhen's attitude, it seemed like the weak should be bullied and humiliated, according to her thinking, she was far from being the Sword God's opponent, being able to live was considered to be fortunate, why would she care about her status?

It was simply laughable.

Wu Zhenzhen advised: "Mr. Yang, I have already done my best.

"And then?"

Yang Ping casually asked.

Wu Chengcheng panicked. He thought that his sister would have a chance of survival if she begged for mercy, but now that Yang Ping had put on an act thirteen, she was more awesome than anyone else.

What should he do?

Indeed.

Wu Zhenzhen's face was ice-cold. She stared at Yang Ping and said in a deep voice, "You are from the lower realms, and the rules of the red dust are incomplete, so it is simply impossible for you to create a true expert. Perhaps you are very strong from below, and perhaps you are the first, but in the Universal Dimension, the red dust is the weakest of the ten thousand realms, and the Heavenly King is hard to come by. Furthermore, the Sword God is a seed that the Sword God had ordered for Yuan Qin. If you truly are thinking for yourself, you should know what I have said. "

Yang Ping and Wu Zhenzhen looked at each other, their expressions calm. From your mouth, the lower realm is the lower realm? It was that she was backward and should be beaten? The lower realms that you speak of, although their overall strength is inferior to yours, there is a group of people who are unwilling to accept the fate and are constantly fighting. Just one Wujia Ridge is enough to make Cloud Realm unable to raise its head up, and one Wujia Ridge is enough to let Universal Dimension live in fear. Don't tell me your Ancestor Wuxu family is more powerful than Wujia Ridge?

Wu Zhenzhen's face turned ugly, she wanted to say something, but he did not have the ability to retort.

Yang Ping coldly snorted: "If it wasn't for your brother, just based on your earlier contempt, I would have directly given you two slaps."

Wu Zhenzhen's eyes widened as she looked at Yang Ping in disbelief.

Who the hell was this guy, he actually dared to scold her!

Normally, no matter what kind of genius she was, she would respectfully greet her with the name of Miss Wu.

Since this fellow came to the mortal world, he was already used to being lowly, so he had no rules?

Wu Zhenzhen took a deep breath, her eyes filled with anger.

The God of Swords smiled and shook his head. "Miss Wu, forget it. Since he wants to think about it, I'll grant his wish."

"Wait!"

Wu Zhenzhen suddenly thought of something, and stared straight at Yang Ping, and probed: "You are someone from Wujia Ridge?"

"Hiss, hiss ~ ~ ~"

When these words were spoken, the entire hall was completely silent, with even a hint of fear in their eyes.

Wujia Ridge was a nightmare for Cloud Realm.

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