Fultz: "The ...... of the Gods"

"I'm sorry, but Joe doesn't need to know the name of the revenant under the sword. Wu Qian shrugged, "If you don't make a move, then you won't have a chance." ”

"Huh. Fultz sneered, pulled out his scimitar and slashed out!

There are blue skies, white clouds, green meadows, and a red sun hanging high above the sky looking down on the earth.

But here and now, suddenly, there is something that is not in the daytime.

A touch of silver moon.

The moonlight is like a bright plate.

It should have hung high above the Milky Way and looked down on the earth coldly, just like it has been for 10,000 years, 100,000 years.

But now it's in your hands.

It was a strong hand.

Such a hand is best suited for holding a knife.

Just because the sword is a gentleman's weapon, and the sword is a Jianghu weapon.

The people who fight the sword are idealistic, and the sword in their hands yearns for the ruthless and desireless Taishang Dao.

The people who make the knife are the only one, and the long knife in their hands is pointed directly at the heart, so as to kill like the way, in the end I am the devil, and the devil is even me.

Fultz slashed the knife.

He felt like everything had slowed down, and he even had the strength to observe the waning moon in his hands.

It reminded him of the summer when he was seventeen.

It is often said that holding a cicada means holding it all summer.

But his summer was not pestered.

All he remembered was that his father went out to fight and never returned.

My mother didn't survive that winter.

From then on, his world was only the moon in the sky.

Because the moon will always accompany you.

It was one night in the summer of seventeen, and he had just been beaten all over his body by the patriarch's child.

It was only because the most beautiful girl in the tribe said a word to him.

And that sentence is still:

"Can you please not appear in front of me. ”

He sat by the river with his legs crossed, the crescent moon in the sky reflected in the river, and he looked down at the bloodstained scimitar in his hand after killing the patriarch's son.

It's like it.

Since then, in addition to the moon in the sky, his world has more scimitars in his hands.

And at this moment, this is the most perfect knife he has ever wielded.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the stunned Embiid and Simmons.

He was even a little intoxicated, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned.

"At this moment, I'm even above Embiid!"

Then he saw ......

Countless sword qi that could not be described in magnificence flooded themselves.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this. Fultz looked calm.

He suddenly realized that he actually preferred swords.

If you have the opportunity, you must give up the sword and learn the sword.

Pity...... There's no chance anymore.

Wu Qian held the "years" in his hand and smiled:

"Give up, you can't learn with your aptitude. ”

Fultz's eyes were blank: "Yes, it's a pity......"

Then he fell to the ground and was silent.

Embiid's eyes glazed over.

He was thinking, thinking about who he had offended?!

Obviously, he has been learning what the book of the south says.

But why? Why, why did such a horrible guy suddenly appear?!

He said his name was Jordan?

Jordan himself knows that a reckless man with five big and three rough is just a pseudo-god who has not passed the test of heaven and has been forcibly promoted.

"You're not Jordan. He was sure.

Wu Qian pulled a sword flower: "No, I'm Jordan, Michael's Jordan." ”

And not that Jordan of DeAndrew.

Embiid: "???"

What is he talking about? Why can't I understand?

He exclaimed: "The warrior is indeed a first-class god of the grassland, and this position of the lord of Philadelphia is willing to be surrendered by this god!"

Four years ago, he was a god, but in order to maintain his obscurity, he had endured it for three years, and he didn't care about continuing to endure it.

Moreover, he was very happy to exchange a newly promoted Lower Heavenly God for a master close to the Heavenly God.

It doesn't matter if you want to be subservient, you just have to endure it.

"Big brother, don't be stupid! He's not here to cast a name or find fault at all! he's here to kill you and me!" Simmons next to him said quietly.

Embiid looked up.

Sure enough, this Jordan had a fake smile on his face.

There was not the slightest warmth in his eyes.

He's here to kill.

Embiid was silent and made a brazen shot!

Simmons next to him had a sharp heart, and the drill bit stabbed out at the same time, and even rotated.

Embiid is from Okinawa, and he's passionate.

Therefore his word is fire.

Simmons follows in the footsteps of his ancestors, and he yearns for the sky.

Therefore his word is the wind.

The wind helps the fire, the fire borrows the wind, and the two of them work together, just like Goldfinger Kato meets ***.

Like a fish.

Get water.

It's as if the whole world has stopped.

The wind no longer howls, and the fire no longer burns.

Even the clouds in the sky no longer fluttered.

The power of this alliance reached a level they had never reached in their lives.

Then, the two of them saw sword qi in their eyes.

Countless brilliant sword qi.

They were engulfed in sword qi.

Not even the scum left.

Wu Qian's "years" returned to the sheath, and his eyes swept around.

When the long is the long!

The sound of weapons landing on the ground rang out.

The patriarch of the Philadelphia tribe took the lead in kneeling down and grabbed the ground with his head: "Welcome to the new god!"

The people on the grassland are so simple, the old gods have taken refuge in the new gods.

No shame!

However, Wu Qian smiled slightly, turned around and hummed an unknown minor tune and left in a dashing manner.

The patriarch behind him looked at his tall back and commanded:

"Go, spread the deeds of the god Jordan to all the tribes!

If there is no god in his tribe, he will not be able to take revenge.

So he wants to provoke the hostility of the gods of the other tribes against Jordan!

If you can kill him, of course it would be great. If you can't kill him, you can even be killed by him......

Wouldn't that be better?

We can't afford to be the Philadelphia tribe unlucky!

So, after more than half a month, all the tribes belonging to Xiao Hua's banner knew.

A god who came out of nowhere killed three gods with two swords.

His name is Jordan!

He is a true god sent from heaven!

He will punish the false gods who pretend to be gods!

In the depths of the Thunder Tribe, in a large tent that did not light a candle and was pitch black, a middle-aged man who looked like a turtle suddenly opened his eyes.

His eyes were as bright as stars, and his heart was as cold as frost.

"Jordan......" he muttered.

After losing to the Warrior Tribe, the traitor said that he had gone to find out the news, but he never came back after the traitor who joined the Warrior Tribe.

He felt his frozen heart burn up again.

Fire Sword Tribe, the Heavenly God Harden let go of the waists of the two average-looking women in his arms, but the buttocks were overdeveloped, and stroked the precious beard on his chin:

"It's fun, it's getting fun. ”

The warrior tribe, after listening to the patriarch's report, the four gods did not care, and continued to drink and have fun.

A little farther away in a smaller tent.

A thriving god took a sip of bath water, his eyes full of murder.

Among the knight tribes in the bitter cold land of the north, an old-looking god opened his eyes, and then closed his eyes and continued to cultivate.

Further northwest, a young man wearing a purple and gold cloth robe with a resolute face was slowly walking out of the snowstorm, he looked into the distance and muttered, "Hu tribe, I'm back." ”