Chapter 1295 Death Movement

When the blade pierces the human body, it will make a light sound like the sound of wind.

This kind of sound was undulating continuously, echoing continuously in this secret room, composing a movement of death.

And the first one to die was Sheng Shuyun.

Before that, with his status, he could be regarded as extremely respected, and it was difficult for ordinary people to even see him.

But no matter how powerful you are, it becomes extremely ridiculous at this time.

And in the face of death, Sheng Shuyun's performance was no different from that of an ordinary person, even worse.

"My lord, please spare my life! I am willing to swear a blood soul oath, and serve you as master! I only ask you to spare me..."

Before he could say the last word of fate, a ray of sword light pierced his throat, leaving a huge hole.

The expression on Sheng Shuyun's face was momentarily dull, but the strong vitality of a cultivator supported him not to die immediately, but to tightly cover the wound with both hands, as if this huge hole could be sealed up.

But everything is in vain.

The air gushing from his lungs blows the blood in his throat into a series of bubbles, which gurgle out through his fingers.

Although he can absorb the spiritual power of the outside world through his own cultivation, his vitality is rapidly declining with the flow of blood.

The shadow of death cast a cloud over his eyes.

He looked at Xue An with pleading and desperate eyes, his mouth trembling, wanting to say something.

But all of this,

In the end, they were all terminated by a ray of sword light penetrating from the back of the head and rushing out from between the eyebrows.

Together with his filthy soul.

As Sheng Shuyun fell down with empty eyes, in the entire secret room, the wings of death were slowly unfolding as the sword of seeking evil shuttled back and forth.

puff!

The one who fell was an elder who was famous for being greedy and licentious, but this time, he could no longer force his masculine authority over others.

Because with a burst, his crotch had been blown to pieces.

And he was also in pain and death because of this injury.

On the other side, an elder who usually likes to torture mortals and cut off the most beautiful parts of his body for collection, fell to the ground like a pool of rotten meat after being shuttled by countless sword lights.

Everyone is being judged for their usual sins.

In the midst of this bloody killing, Xue An stood silently with a calm face.

It was as if everything in front of him was just a game, and it didn't even stir up any waves in Xue An.

In an instant, most of the crowd in this secret room fell down.

When the figures on the spot became few and far between, the Endless Sword glow suddenly withdrew, and appeared directly in front of a middle-aged man, pointing his sword at the center of his eyebrows, and the tip of the sword trembled even more.

Seeing this, Sheng Miaotong, who had been dumbfounded, suddenly woke up and exclaimed: "Father!"

That's right!

Under the massacre of the evil-seeking sword, the only one who survived was the nominal head of the Sheng family, Sheng Miaotong's father, Sheng Yihua.

Sheng Miaotong trembled in her heart.

She didn't feel much about Sheng Shuyun's death, because her grandfather Sheng Shuyun didn't like her since she was a child, and it could even be said that she hated her.

Because what Sheng Shuyun likes is her sister Sheng Manyu.

It was also because of this that the two sisters acted so unfamiliar.

However, Sheng Miaotong respected her father very much.

Because Sheng Miaotong was brought up by her father alone.

Sheng Miaotong is also very aware of her father's situation.

Although he is the head of the Sheng family in name, his situation has become very awkward because of the existence of Sheng Shuyun. Go to Listen to Books

He can't make decisions about almost everything, but can only be a communicator.

Even in the Sheng family, many people don't regard him as the head of the family at all.

This is also the reason why Sheng Manyu dared to be so domineering towards Sheng Miaotong.

But now, seeing that her father was threatened with life, Sheng Miaotong was naturally terrified and couldn't help turning her head to look at Xue An.

"Xue...Master Xue, please don't hurt my father, he has never done anything bad, everything is under Sheng Shuyun's behest and instigation!"

As she spoke, Sheng Miaotong's voice became a little more choked, and she was obviously on the verge of crying.

Before Xue An could speak.

Sheng Yihua, who was held between his brows by the piercing sword light, sighed softly, "Tong'er, you don't need to say anything! Lord Xue doesn't want to kill me, otherwise how can I survive now?"

Sheng Miaotong was startled, then secretly looked at Xue An.

really.

A faint smile appeared on the corner of Xue An's mouth.

"Oh? Are you so sure I won't kill you?"

Sheng Yihua smiled bitterly, "I'm not sure, I just know that I have never lost my heart!"

A look of appreciation flashed in Xue An's eyes.

There is no wronged soul under the sword of seeking evil, this sentence is not false.

Because this kind of sword intent originates deep in everyone's heart, and your sin is the nourishment for its growth.

And since Sheng Yihua did not die, it naturally proved that his words were not false.

But what Xue An really admired was his attitude towards people.

Therefore, with a wave of his hand, the sword light dissipated into nothingness.

Only then did Sheng Yihua let out a sigh of relief, and realized that his back was drenched in cold sweat.

It can be seen how amazing the shock pointed out by Jianmang just now is.

Then Sheng Yihua took a deep breath and bowed his head to Xue An.

"Sheng Yihua, thank you for your mercy!"

"You don't need to thank me, and I didn't spare your life, if you want to thank you, thank yourself!" Xue An said lightly.

Sheng Yihua was slightly taken aback, then nodded solemnly, "Yes!"

Xue An looked at Sheng Yihua with great interest, and said lightly: "I killed so many people in your Sheng family, don't you hate me?"

Hearing this question, Sheng Miaotong's heart immediately rose to her throat.

Unexpectedly, Sheng Yihua shook his head without hesitation, "I don't hate it!"

"Oh why?"

"Because, as you just said, their deaths are their own fault! Not to mention all these years..."

Shengyi Hua paused, and then said with some disgust: "Whatever they have done, I have seen it with my own eyes!"

Xue An took a deep look at Sheng Yihua, nodded, "That's right!"

After finishing speaking, Xue An stretched long, and yawned boredly, "Okay, the matter is over, it's time to go back!"

With that said, Xue An turned around and waved his hand casually.

With his waving, it was as if a curtain had been lifted.

The outside world, which was still extremely quiet just now, suddenly became lively.

Hearing the panicked voices outside, Sheng Yihua was taken aback.

Xue An said indifferently: "As your daughter said, I am not a person who kills innocent people indiscriminately, and your Sheng family is stronger than the Lu family, at least there are still many people left behind!"

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