"Ahh

Shen Xiaorou suddenly let out a scream.

Her body seemed to want to struggle desperately, but no matter how she moved, there seemed to be thousands of threads that bound her firmly.

She couldn't move.

And Shen Jinglin had already walked in front of her step by step.

"Shen Jinglin, I warn you, I am a disciple of the Ziyang Sect, and the Ziyang Sect is the most protective, you killed me...... Ahh——!!hh

Before Shen Xiaorou's threat was finished, she only heard a snort.

Her arms flew straight out.

Blood splattered!

Shen Jinglin's bloodshot eyes looked at her, but there was no fluctuation in his eyes because of her scream, "This sword is for everything you did to Yan Yan back then." ”

Brush ——!

"This sword is returned to Fang'er!"

The second sword was slashed out, and Shen Xiaorou's other hand also flew out.

She fell to the ground, blood gurgling from her arm.

The pain was so intense that she couldn't help but spasm.

At this moment, she was finally scared, frightened, and fled backwards while twisting her body, crying, "Don't ...... Don't, brother, I'm wrong, I'm wrong! You bypass me! I'm your sister, I'm your own sister!"

Shen Jinglin's sword was slowly lifted again.

Su Yuexiang woke up suddenly, screaming and rushing over, "Don't kill her, don't kill my daughter!"

However, before she could pounce in front of Shen Jinglin, she was kicked out by the people of the Mo camp.

Su Yuexiang rolled and landed in front of Father Shen.

She shuddered at Father Shen's eyes full of resentment.

And over there, Shen Jinglin's sword fell for the third time, "This sword is for you and still want to hurt Yan Yan!"

One of Shen Xiaorou's legs flew out.

"Ah——!!h

From the cut in her thigh, blood flowed out like a fountain.

With such a blood flow rate, as long as it lasts a little longer, Shen Xiaorou will definitely die.

But how could she die so easily?

Mu Yan gently plucked the strings.

Two distinct tones are intertwined.

The two skills of [Drawing the Ground as a Dungeon] and [Echo Voice] are integrated.

The blood on Shen Xiaorou's thigh actually stopped, and she slowly opened her eyes.

But the pain did not go away, and she opened her mouth wide, gasping violently and wailing.

This time, there was no more smugness in her eyes, only horror and cowardice.

"Spare me! Please, spare me! Woowoo...... I'm a disciple of the Purple Sun Sect, how can you do this to me?"

Shen Jinglin sneered, "If the Ziyang Sect wants to find someone to take revenge, it can be all counted on me." ”

After saying that, another sword stabbed out, but it didn't cut off her only remaining leg.

Instead, it directly pierced her sea of qi.

A hoarse scream came out of Shen Xiaorou's mouth again, but this time, she couldn't even struggle, so she could only fall to the ground weakly, unable to move.

Shen Jinglin threw away the blood-stained long sword in his hand and walked back to Mu Yan with a limp and difficulty.

"Yan Yan, my brother has finally avenged you!"

Before the words were finished, tears had already slipped down his eyes.

Mu Yan smiled indescribably gentlely, nodded slowly, just like when he was a child, showing a coquettish expression, "Well, Yan Yan knows that my brother will definitely protect Yan Yan." ”

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