Heavenly Lord With An Unreliable System

"My name is QingNv. If I want to get the inheritance of God, I must pass this pass first." Curly hair and green eyes are obviously one of the parts of a young woman.

"Why?" Shen Jialing said with great interest, "it's not an illusion at last."

"Come on, fight with me. If you win, you can go upstairs." Green girl's eyes sparkle with eager light, silent for thousands of years, she almost bored to death.

"Good." Shen Jialing's eyes were also burning, and the sword was already in her hand. "It's my honor to fight with ancient gods."

Everyone loves to praise, and God is no exception. Hearing this, the young girl chuckled: "I won't let you because you say so."

Shen Jialing said, "no need."

With his eyes as black as obsidian, he said slowly, "because I won't lose."

Green girl picks eyebrow, "little fellow, you look very crazy. Come on, let me see if you have this qualification maniac

"With pleasure." The sword comes out of its sheath in an instant. The cold blade is frosty, and the killing intention is diffuse. Shen Jialing stood up with a sword and went straight to the young lady.

The hurricane swept through, blowing up sharp air currents. Thick and long vines grew up from the ground again. They tried to pull Shen Jialing and grew rapidly, forming a cage.

Shen Jialing's real yuan was surging, which turned into streamers and scattered the airflow.

"Chi -" with a clear sword chant, jiusha sword cut off the dense green vines in front of her eyes. Shen Jialing walked out of it leisurely like walking in the clouds. He seemed to have some regrets: "it's just so."

Hearing this, QingNv was extremely depressed. She was so angry that she yelled, "if it wasn't for you, you would have been crushed to death with a finger."

"Yes." Shen Jialing seemed to wake up in a dream. Her long and thin eyelashes dropped gently. He spoke slowly, word by word: "you died thousands of years ago."

For a moment, the young girl was speechless. This is indeed an undeniable fact, even if she seems to be more real now, it is just an idea. Before long, it will dissipate between heaven and earth.

"God is dead." Shen Jialing raised her lips and said, "you are dead, but I am still alive, so the victory or defeat between us is doomed from the beginning."

His voice suddenly softened a bit, such as the spring breeze blowing willow shore, falling flowers tripping in the water. Young girl's mood is also a little trance up, when she realized the danger, sweat suddenly, Shen Jialing's sword has quietly appeared behind her.

"Broken."

One sword suddenly became two, two became four In such a cycle, the sky was filled with sword shadows in an instant.

The sharp blade coldly faces the young girl, and does not hide the whole body's murderous opportunity. A tiny bit is that every sword as like as two peas is even the same as sword.

Shen Jialing floating in the air, black eyes deep as bottomless abyss, indifferently to the young girl: "give up."

"No way!" The young girl was shocked and annoyed. With a wave of both hands, there was a violent storm in the air, carrying the anger of the young girl to attack the shadow of man Tian sword.

She can't tell which one is the real body of the sword, but it doesn't matter.

Then just destroy all the swords.

The wind howled, the strong suction rolled up a lot of swords, floating and sinking in the storm.

"Bang bang!" The sound of the sword breaking one after another.