Myth Invasion: I Kill the Gods on Earth

For a moment, several people were stunned, and then they understood something and smiled eagerly.

"Alliance of Gods?"

"Haha, that's interesting." Zhang Feng gently stroked Da Xia Jian with a playful smile.

And right now.

"Hey, if you mess up the place, count me in!"

Outside the door, Bai Qi's laughter came.

I saw Zhang Chengfeng pushing Bai Qi's hospital bed and slowly walking into the room.

"The operation was successful?" Lin Fan stood up immediately.

"Nonsense!" Zhang Chengfeng glanced at Bai Qi, who looked excited, and said angrily: "Didn't you hear that he is going to destroy the place?"

"But to be honest, this guy's body is really abnormal. He has just woken up... According to him, he tricked and killed 400,000 gods before falling into a deep sleep?"

Mr. Zhang's face was full of shock. He didn't know whether he was shocked by Bai Qi's terrifying body or by Bai Qi's terrifying record in defending Daxia.

Trap and kill 400,000 gods!

God of Killing, Bai Qi!

"Don't talk about those useless things. Anyway, you have to take me with you to cause trouble!" Bai Qi was like a war madman. When he heard that there was a fight, he got excited and almost got up from the hospital bed.

Lin Fan looked at Zhang Chengfeng: "Will his wounds be completely healed in three days?"

Zhang Chengfeng smiled: "This guy is like a cow, it only takes two days! However, his original strength has to slowly recover... But don't worry, I will go with you, just in case you eat something somewhere." No, I can treat him in time."

Lin Fan nodded.

After all, Bai Qi has been sleeping for thousands of years.

If it takes a few days to recover after waking up, it would be a shame for the original 400,000 gods.

But even if Bai Qi is only at level five at this time.

That is also the Great Qin God of Killing!

"I hope those gods can bear it." Lin Fan silently sweated for the Gods Alliance, then looked at the excited Bai Qi, and couldn't help but said: "Um, you remember, we are just Go to class, not kill people."

"Remember, remember, let's go to class!" Bai Qi couldn't wait to hold the Blood Scythe with a ferocious smile: "I used to like to teach 400,000 Zhao Jun!"

Lin Fan was speechless for a moment.

But then, Lin Fan glanced out of the corner of his eye and suddenly saw a copy of "Collection of Poems by Li Taibai" lying on Zhang Feng's bedside.

"What do you think of this?" Lin Fan walked to Zhang Feng's bedside, picked up the poetry book, and asked curiously: "You are a descendant of Shushan, shouldn't you read your Shushan Sword Art?"

"I have seen through all the Shushan Sword Techniques." Zhang Feng, who was cross-legged, stroked the Daxia Sword and said softly: "I found that Daxia culture is broad and profound."

"I used to think that poetry and kendo had nothing to do with each other."

"But after the fight last time, when I saw these poems again, I suddenly discovered that there was actually a kind of sword intention in them!"

Sword intent!

Of course there is sword intent!

Li Bai, the word is too white!

Not only was the poetry of the Tang Dynasty number one, he was also number one in swordsmanship!

As a poet, he is the banished immortal called by the emperor but unable to board the ship, and the Qinglian layman.

As a swordsman, he is the Qinglian Sword Immortal, the Poetry and Wine Sword Immortal!

There is certainly a sense of swordsmanship in his poems!

In the five thousand years of Daxia history, there was only one Li Taibai!

Poetry, wine, and swords are integrated into one.

He is the epitome of the elegance of the Tang Dynasty, and he is the romantic and freehand image of that glorious dynasty.

Even thousands of years later, no one can deny that he is the most outstanding and famous poet in the entire history of Bactria.

The number one most popular person through the ages.

For a moment, Lin Fan seemed to have thought of something, and his expression changed slightly.

In the last life, Zhang Feng, the swordsman, drew the ground as a prison and never came down from the mountain.

When Taibai woke up, Zhang Feng was already dead. The sword immortal could not find a successor, and finally rushed towards the gods alone.

Holding a sword in one hand and drinking wine in the other.

In that white dress, facing the gods in the sky, he walked singing.

"Kill one person in ten steps and leave no trace in a thousand miles!"

"When it's over, go away and hide your merits!"

Ten steps to kill a god.

The white clothes held the sword and walked away, like an unstoppable sharp sword, walking thousands of miles among the gods. The blood along the way was not stained by the white clothes, like a green lotus standing alone.

Eventually died of exhaustion.

The sword is broken and the poem is exhausted.

There is no one who can teach him the skill of swordsmanship.

But in this life... Zhang Feng is coming down the mountain! !

Once Li Taibai wakes up, wouldn't he become Li Taibai's successor...

For a moment, Lin Fan looked at Zhang Feng in disbelief as he picked up the "Collected Poems of Li Taibai" with one hand and stroked the sword with the other. He was reading like crazy and making slight gestures with the sword in his hand.

Behind Zhang Feng, he could faintly see a swordsman in white clothes, drinking wine and reciting poems.

"Hey, it's so dangerous..."

Zhang Feng was singing in a low voice, "The Road to Shu is Difficult".

It was as if he had entered a wonderful state of selflessness, his whole body was in a state of intoxication, and the tip of the sword in his hand swayed slightly.

The sword energy intertwined, and a palm-sized phantom of Shu Mountain appeared on the sword's edge!

Although it was only the size of a palm, it gave Lin Fan a very dangerous feeling.

And...the feeling of insignificance is like being faced with a heavy mountain hitting you in the face!

This sword is as majestic as the Shu Mountain, thick and unshakable!

"This guy didn't even wait for Li Taibai to wake up!" Lin Fan looked horrified, "He had already gotten a glimpse of the swordsmanship of the poet, wine and swordsman from Li Taibai's poems!"

"This poem is the legacy Li Taibai left to Daxia!"

Lin Fan couldn't help but exhale: "How did you do it?"

Zhang Feng, who was completely out of his mind, was stunned for a moment when he was shouted out, and then he woke up.

The continuous sword energy on the tip of the sword, like the Shu Mountain, was gone.

"What?" Zhang Feng was stunned for a moment, "I'm reading poetry, why are you calling me?"

Lin Fan quickly asked: "How did you see the swordsmanship from it?"

"Ah..." Zhang Feng scratched his head, "I just feel... I can't explain it. It's just that when I read the poem, the sword energy also moves. There seems to be an artistic conception in it, which is similar to the sword, but you Let me say that I can’t say it…”

Lin Fan understood immediately.

Zhang Feng actually didn’t know how he did it.

But his talent and understanding of swordsmanship were enough for him to rely on poetry to comprehend the artistic conception of swordsmanship of the poet, wine and swordsman.

Others cannot learn from it.

After all, this guy is a swordsman who has been supported by the Shushan Sword Sect for thousands of years.

Lin Fan originally wanted Zhang Feng to teach others and realize together, but he could only give up the idea. Because others do not have the swordsmanship attainments of this Daxia Sword God, nor do they have such talent in swordsmanship.

Even Lin Fan couldn't tell anything about the way of swordsmanship from the poems... I have to admit that in this lineage of swordsmanship, talent is still very important.

"Study hard. I didn't expect that you have already obtained the inheritance of the Poet, Wine and Sword Immortal before he wakes up. When he wakes up in the future, he can't lament that he has no successor..." Lin Fan took a picture. Feng's shoulders, "Perceive it well."

"In three days, try to use your sword to let those alliances of gods know about the eternal romance of the Tang Dynasty."

Zhang Feng looked confused: "What inheritance did I get? Why didn't I know?"

Lin Fan chuckled and said, "Haha, it's okay. You have memorized every poem in the past three days. Who knows, you will be looking for some trees with three thousand poems for him later... Well, I will check them every day and memorize them." If he doesn’t come down, you’ll beat him! I allow it!”

Mo Zhidao also chuckled and took out stacks of poems.

Zhang Feng suddenly looked aggrieved. He had no idea what evil he had done, so he had to force himself to recite poems...

I am a swordsman!

It’s time to leave this world in style!

It’s so aggrieved to be caught reciting poems!

I just read the poem, why did you give me a task?

And the other side.

Looking at the Sword God, Army God, Killer God, Medical God, Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism in this room...

Lin Fan is now more and more worried about the Alliance of Gods.

I wonder if those gods who claim to be superior to humans can bear such a devastating blow psychologically just after they got together...