Myth Invasion: I Kill the Gods on Earth

Lin Fan knew that the strength of this seemingly inconspicuous homeless man was probably higher than his own!

Even if he was just stroking the wooden stick quietly, he faintly exuded a sharp sword spirit. The terrifying pressure made Lin Fan faintly shed cold sweat, as if a sword was hanging above his head.

"Let's go." The tramp pressed his nose, as if it had nothing to do with him, and said carelessly: "I won't go down the mountain, you guys are carrying me anyway."

"Huh." Lin Fan took a deep breath and said expressionlessly, "Then don't blame this junior for being rude."

The Green Dragon Sword buzzed and vibrated, and was already caught in Lin Fan's hand!

That loyal sword intention and sword force gathered together.

But the next moment.

Lin Fan suddenly froze in place.

The half-concentrated sword force suddenly stopped.

A branch touched his throat. Although it was just a branch, it gave Lin Fan the feeling that he could easily penetrate his own neck.

The cold sword energy surged on the branches, and a fly landed on it and was silently split in half by the sword energy.

And the one holding the branch is the homeless man!

quick!

Very fast!

Even Lin Fan never saw how he stood up or used a branch to point at his neck.

Only a flash of light was seen, like the light of a sword.

"The sword's power is good. If you condense it, I will avoid it." The homeless man looked at Lin Fan expressionlessly: "But, you can't beat me."

"Let's go."

"You can't force me into the world yet."

The branch touching Lin Fan's neck was trembling, like a silent warning.

Lin Fan looked at the homeless man in front of him, whose strength even surpassed his own, with a trace of determination flashing in his eyes.

"Clang!"

The Azure Dragon Sword fell to the ground.

Under the disbelieving gaze of the homeless man, Lin Fan suddenly knelt down!

"boom!"

His knees hit the ground hard, making a dull sound.

The homeless man looked at Lin Fan and said with a smile, "Isn't it embarrassing for the dignified commander-in-chief to kneel down and beg for help?"

"Shameful." Lin Fan looked at the sword god Zhang Feng and said neither humble nor arrogantly: "If it's just for myself, then I would rather die than kneel down."

"but."

"For Daxia and countless compatriots, I am willing to kneel!"

"Ask the Sword God Zhang Feng to come out! Help Daxia fight against the gods!"

In two lifetimes, the gods have never made Lin Fan kneel down.

But today, Lin Fan knelt down!

I just ask the Sword God to come out and help Daxia!

The light from the bonfire flickered on and off, shining on the homeless man's face.

"My sword is the World Sword."

"You are very good, but the sword is ruthless."

The homeless man looked at Lin Fan expressionlessly: "Go back, don't ask me for anything anymore. My sword will never be born again."

Lin Fan couldn't afford it.

The cold wind blew on Lin Fan's body, and the homeless man was too lazy to pay attention to Lin Fan, leaving him to kneel and lie down on his own, snoring.

The sun rises.

The sun sets.

Lin Fan knelt for a whole day.

When the homeless man was hungry, he went down to the river with branches to catch fish. He came back with a few fat fish with their internal organs pierced and roasted them. Lin Fan still didn't move.

When the homeless man wasn't hungry, he would sit cross-legged and caress an old old sword with a look of admiration on his face.

Another day.

Lin Fan remained motionless.

The homeless man woke up occasionally while snoring. When he saw Lin Fan still kneeling there, he pretended not to notice and turned over to continue sleeping.

It's the third day.

It's still early morning.

Lin Fan's whole body was already sore, but he still knelt there with his back straight and motionless.

"Didi."

The satellite phone rang.

Lin Fan finally moved, and it was a text message.

"Mr. Chen: Come back. I have analyzed it and successfully produced it. I will start vaccination soon."

"Moreover, the God-killing Army and disciples from various sects have also arrived, and they still need you to make arrangements."

Lin Fan stood up.

"Finally can't bear it anymore?" The homeless man pressed his nose and said with a smile: "Let's go, let's go."

Lin Fan looked at the homeless man with a pale face and suddenly laughed.

"why are you laughing?"

"I laughed. The so-called sword god is just a coward who is indifferent to the fact that his compatriots are about to die and hides in the mountains instead of driving down the mountains."

"I laugh, I would expect such a coward to help."

"I laugh, a person like you is actually worthy of trying to ascend the path of swordsmanship, even trying to become a sword god!"

After Lin Fan finished speaking, he turned around and left.

Suddenly there was a glimmer of light in the dark morning.

The first ray of light between heaven and earth pierced the dark night and shone on the top of the cloudy mountain. It shone on the back of the young man coming down the mountain, like a layer of gold.

The homeless man stood there, staring blankly at the young man's back.

The hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

He also dreamed of iron horses and glaciers, and he also dreamed of millions of soldiers.

But his master told him that the sword he cultivated was extraordinary.

To be ruthless in your heart, the only way is the way of the sword.

Because the sword is ruthless.

Only by being ruthless can one understand the way of the sword.

The sword must not be unsheathed, but the sword spirit must be nourished.

His sword, passed down from the master's hand, has not been unsheathed for 997 years.

The sword energy accumulated within it is already majestic and vast.

In less than three years, the thousand years of sword energy within it will help him become a sword god and transcend the world to become a saint.

He once asked his master when he would take off the sheath.

Master said, the time has not yet come.

He asked his master when the time would come.

You will know.

Looking at the lonely figure of the young man leaving, Zhang Feng, the half-step sword god, said softly: "The time has not come yet."

The military vehicle drove away.

The fighter jets rise again and pierce the sky.

Lin Fan briefly squinted for a while on the road. He couldn't bear it after being awake for three days.

It wasn't until about twelve o'clock noon, five hours after going down the mountain, that Lin Fan woke up hastily.

I washed my face in a daze, ate a few mouthfuls of bread, and then got a little energetic and got off the plane.

Just got off the plane.

I saw Mr. Chen walking over with a weak face, but with an excited smile on his face: "Okay, it's done!"

“After three days of experimenting, it’s finally done!”

"Fortunately, I live up to my fate!"

As he spoke, Mr. Chen staggered and almost fell!

Looking at the two dazzling dark circles on Mr. Chen's face, Lin Fan felt heartbroken: "Why are you working so hard..."

"Don't fight, okay?" Mr. Chen shivered and took out a simply packaged syringe from his arms: "The five million syringes produced overnight have been delivered, the production line has been set up, and the remaining four We will definitely be able to produce it all within a day to satisfy 50 million people..."

Not finished yet.

Mr. Chen had closed his eyes and dozed off.

Lin Fan reacted very quickly and immediately supported Mr. Chen. The assistant beside him, who was also wearing a white coat and had dark circles under his eyes, said with embarrassment: "Mr. Chen asked us to sleep for two hours a day, but he himself didn't sleep for three days..."

"Let him go back and have a good rest!" Lin Fan hugged Mr. Chen's thin body and gently carried him to a car: "Leave the rest of the battle to us."

"By the way, let Mr. Chen take a shot after he has rested."

"Although he is old and it is too late to practice the god-killing and demon-slaying technique, it is good for his body. You should know his importance to Daxia."

The scientific researcher nodded and left with the sleeping Mr. Chen.

Lin Fan took a deep breath and took the walkie-talkie from Mr. Jin.

"Three days left."

"Give me the order."

"Everyone, get on the wall!"

"Members of the God-Slaying Army, in small teams, will maintain their positions according to previous arrangements."

"The workers who have completed the construction should withdraw immediately. Soldiers, disciples, and members of the God-killing Army, all come up to me! Prepare for the final simulation exercise, and the units will run in! In addition, under the command of Situ Hong, the soldiers of each unit will proceed in an orderly manner. Inject the ingredients of Tianshan Snow Lotus."

at the same time.

The two pieces of news shocked the entire internet and attracted global attention.

"Daxia has completely completed the construction of the Great Steel Wall!"

"Daxia has begun injecting soldiers with ingredients from Tianshan Snow Lotus!"