Ning Xu sneered, and his eyes were full of murderous intent: "Fusang City is all beasts possessed by demons, and you are helping the evil, and you are the minions of the demon clan, so you deserve to be killed!!"
As soon as the words fell, a sword light shot out from his body, directly piercing Li Anyang's chest.
Li Anyang's eyes were wide open, his mouth was slightly opened, and he looked down.
The purpose of entry was a huge hollow in the chest, and a broken heart.
He opened his mouth, spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell straight down from midair.
The long sword didn't get a drop of blood on it, it spun around in the sky, and returned to Ning Xu's hand.
He was full of evil spirits, and pointed the tip of his sword at everyone, "You demon minions, will you kill yourself, or will you die under my [Devil Killing Sword]?"
The monks present looked at Ning Xu who was like an Asura killing a god, and then looked at Li Anyang who had already passed away, they were so frightened that they were scared out of their wits.
They knelt down directly on the flying sword and flying boat with a plop, "Master Ning, spare your life! We are willing to obey Mr. Yun Xiao's words, cut off our own arm, and contribute all our property. Please spare our lives!"
These people kneeling on the ground are male and female, old and young.
At this time, they were really scared out of their wits, all of them were pale and full of panic.
The strength of the kowtow was terrifying, and some of them were low in cultivation and weak in physical body, and their faces were covered in blood.
Those female cultivators burst into tears, pleading bitterly.
But facing such a scene, Ning Xu didn't have the slightest pity in his eyes, "Since you don't want to kill yourself, then I have no choice but to do it myself."
"no, do not want!!"
"Miss Jun, Miss Jun, we are just obsessed with money, and we will never dare again. Please, please spare our lives!"
"Young Master Yunxiao, we are willing to cut off our arms in order to survive. We really are willing, please save us!"
After finishing speaking, there really was that person who had hurt the Seven Sons of Xiaoyao who cut off his own arm with a sword.
Blood splattered everywhere!
However, Ning Xu was not moved in the slightest, "Under my Demon Slaying Sword, there will never be a single demon left behind! Suffer your death!"
After finishing speaking, the long sword flew out, and without hesitation, it chopped a monk who had just cut off his arm into two pieces.
This time, even everyone in Xiaoyaomen was taken aback.
Yun Ruohan frowned, and finally couldn't help but said: "Young Master Ning, there is indeed something wrong with these people, but isn't it too much to kill them all?"
Forget about those head elders.
But those disciples are all young men and women in the Golden Core stage.
The secret of Fusang City is definitely not clear.
Today's action is just to listen to the elders' orders.
Killing everyone, isn't that too much.
Ning Xu said indifferently: "It's not too much to kill the evil spirits of the demon race. I only punish the chief evildoers, and letting their sects go is already the greatest kindness."
As soon as the words fell, the long sword flew out again, beheading several old men directly.
For a moment, there were screams in the sky.
When the long sword spun around and rushed towards a young female cultivator, there was a sudden bang in the air.
Ning Xu's Demon Slaying Sword was hit back directly.
Another white glow also shot towards Muyan's direction.
She held the Qijue Sword in her hand, and she spurted out a mouthful of blood.
"Little Junior Sister, how are you doing?!"
Ning Xu looked at Muyan in shock, "What are you doing?"