"Ah! What did you do to me? Why can't I move?!"
Shen Xiaorou suddenly let out a scream.
Her body seemed to be struggling desperately, but no matter how she moved, it seemed that there were countless threads binding her tightly.
Make her immobile.
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... ah!!"
Before Shen Xiaorou's threat was finished, there was only a snort.
Her arm flew straight out.
Blood splattered everywhere!
Shen Jinglin looked at her with bloodshot eyes, but there was no slight fluctuation in his eyes because of her screams, "This sword is for everything you did to Yanyan back then."
brush!
"This sword is for Fang'er!"
With the second sword cut, Shen Xiaorou's other hand also flew out.
She fell to the ground, blood gushing from her arms.
The severe pain made her convulse all over.
At this moment, she was finally scared, terrified, and while twisting her body to run back, she cried, "Don't... don't, brother, I was wrong, I was wrong! Get around me! I'm your sister , I am your own sister!"
Shen Jinglin's sword was raised slowly again.
Su Yuexiang woke up suddenly, screamed and rushed over, "Don't kill her, don't kill my daughter!"
However, before she could jump in front of Shen Jinglin, she was kicked out by the people from Mo Ying.
Su Yuexiang rolled and landed in front of Shen's father.
Facing Father Shen's eyes full of resentment, she shuddered.
And over there, Shen Jinglin's sword fell for the third time, "This sword is for you who still want to hurt Yanyan!"
One of Shen Xiaorou's legs flew out.
"Ah!!" Shen Xiaorou let out a short scream, her body bounced, her eyes rolled, and she passed out.
From the cut of her thigh, blood flowed out like a fountain.
As long as this blood flow continues for a while longer, Shen Xiaorou will undoubtedly die.
But how could she die so easily
Muyan gently plucks the strings.
Two completely different piano sounds are intertwined.
[Drawing the ground as a prison] and [Echo sound] two skills are integrated into one.
The blood on Shen Xiaorou's thigh unexpectedly stopped, and she slowly opened her eyes.
But the severe pain didn't disappear, she opened her mouth wide, gasped violently, and wailed loudly.
This time, there was no pride in her eyes, only fear and cowardice left.
"Forgive me! I beg you to forgive me! Huh, huh... I am a disciple of the Ziyang Sect, how could you treat me like this?"
Shen Jinglin sneered, "If the Ziyang Sect wants to find someone to take revenge, they can all be blamed on me."
After finishing speaking, 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 from Shen Xiaorou's mouth again, but this time, she couldn't even struggle, and could only fall limply on the ground, unable to move.
Shen Jinglin threw away the blood-stained long sword in his hand, and walked back to Muyan with difficulty.
"Yanyan, brother finally avenged you!"
Before he finished speaking, tears had already rolled down his eyes.
Muyan smiled with indescribable tenderness, nodded slowly, just like when she was a child, showing a coquettish expression, "Well, Yanyan knows, brother will definitely protect Yanyan."