"I told you to stop. Do you really not care if this woman lives or dies?!"
Shan Bo grabbed the back of Diwu Yun's neck tightly and hid behind her. He was afraid. Feeling the sharp sword intent from Wang Yan and thinking about the sword that he couldn't see clearly, Shan Bo didn't have the confidence to block Wang Yan's sword. He hoped that he could control Diwu Yun and make Wang Yan hesitate. He believed that since Wang Yan came back, he must have a deep connection with Diwu Yun. He wouldn't disregard Diwu Yun's life.
However, in the next moment, Shan Bo's eyes were filled with sword light.
Hum …
As the Falling Sand whistled, Wang Yan swept past the two ghosts of the Zhou Clan. Then, he stomped on the ground and leaned his upper body forward. His entire body rose into the air like a tiger pouncing on its prey. In the next instant, Wang Yan twisted his waist and his entire body spun rapidly like a giant python. As his body spun, the Falling Sand in his hand turned into rays of sword light. Within a breath's time, more than ten rotating rays of sword light shot towards Diwu Yun.
Wang Yan's sword move was very similar to the second move of Yuan Ying Sword Technique, 'Sword Without Return', which he had used to fight with Yan Sheng at the Sword Book Manor, but it was also very different. In fact, he had used the sword move of 'Sword Without Return' as a carrier, and integrated his own sword intent and understanding of the coexistence of void and reality. Coupled with the understanding that he had gained from watching the battle between the ancient species in the forest, the sword move was no different from 'Sword Without Return'. However, when the sword light unfolded, the mystery of the sword move was revealed.
Shan Bo looked at the dozen or so rotating sword lights that were shooting towards him. He couldn't tell where the swords were at all. As the whistling sound of the swords got closer and closer, Shan Bo was filled with fear. He didn't think any further and let go of Diwu Yun, then pushed her forward. At the same time, he tapped his feet on the ground and wanted to retreat.
However, the moment Shan Bo moved, the vast sword lights disappeared. Only half of the Falling Sand remained in Wang Yan's hand. In the next moment, Shan Bo's body trembled slightly. His eyes were wide open and filled with confusion. The half of the sword that disappeared had pierced through Diwu Yun's throat and into his Adam's apple.
"You …"
Shan Bo looked at Wang Yan and didn't understand why he would use such a merciless sword move. However, Wang Yan didn't want to hear a word from him. The moment he landed on the ground, he shook his sword and a fist-sized hole appeared on Diwu Yun's and Shan Bo's throats. Fresh blood spurted out.
As the blood spurted out, the light in Shan Bo and Diwu Yun's eyes quickly dimmed. Their life force slowly faded away. Wang Yan slowly put away his sword and looked at Diwu Yun who was lying on the ground. Diwu Yun closed her eyes in satisfaction. From the beginning to the end, the two of them didn't say a word. However, everything was reflected in their eyes.
In the past, Wang Yan thought that he would show mercy to the players he was familiar with because of their relationship. However, Li Mo's death and Diwu Yun's determination made him understand that there was an insurmountable gap between life and death. Li Mo had left forever, but Diwu Yun would return. So why not use his body as a sword to take revenge for Li Mo?
However, the blood hadn't dried yet, and the revenge hadn't been finished yet. The killing was still ongoing. Screams and cries of pain filled the entire threshing floor. Wang Yan didn't waste any time. He turned around and looked at the Black Water thief who had heard Shan Bo's order to slaughter the villagers.
These people were immersed in the slaughter, and very few of them noticed the rapid changes on Wang Yan's side. Only the two ghosts of the Zhou family were standing on the side with a blank look on their faces. They couldn't believe that after Wang Yan had killed their elder brother with one sword move, even Uncle Shan, who had the cultivation of Yunzi Stage, was also killed by him with one sword move. Although they knew that Uncle Shan was the weakest among the Yunzi Stage cultivators, he was still a genuine expert of Yunzi Stage. How could he be killed with one sword move? Where the hell did this monster come from!
Ta.
Wang Yan took a step forward. The sound of his footsteps was like thunder in the ears of the Zhou's two ghosts. They immediately came back to their senses and knelt on the ground. They kowtowed to Wang Yan and said, "Grandpa Wang, I was wrong. I was tricked by that Chen Wenyuan to come here. I didn't kill any innocent people.
Please let me go, grandpa. I know a lot of Chen Wenyuan's secrets. This white-faced scholar locked up Li Yunyang, who went with grandpa to assassinate Kang Jianmin, in the backyard and tortured him every day just to force out the location of the Gongsun family's secret vault. Chen Wenyuan also saved a lot of money over the years. This guy hid all of it in Qi Ming Tower, and also … "
The two ghosts of the Zhou Clan spoke in rapid succession. Seeing that Wang Yan was approaching, their words became more and more urgent. But before they could finish, Wang Yan's left hand formed a sword with his fingers and quickly pointed at the body in front of him several times. The words from this fellow's mouth immediately stopped.
Wang Yan did not kill the Zhou's two ghosts. He only used the Blood Sword Finger to temporarily restrain them. From this person's performance, Chen Wenyuan should not have come this time. In this way, the assassination had been eliminated. All Wang Yan needed to do was to kill all the remaining Black Water thief. However, this person was greedy for life and afraid of death. He would say anything, so Wang Yan planned to keep him alive for the time being in order to ask for some information later.
Although the Second Ghost of the Zhou Family could not move because his acupoints were sealed, his gaze relaxed. When he saw Wang Yan's figure rushing into the threshing floor from the corner of his eye, he let out a long sigh of relief. Then, he could not help but glance at his elder brother's corpse. There was no sorrow in his eyes, only a thick sense of lingering fear.
Swoosh.
On the threshing floor, Wang Yan's figure was flying. As the sword light scattered in all directions, each sword strike would take at least one life. Wang Yan did not show the slightest bit of mercy. In less than ten breaths, more than half of the Black water thief were lying in pools of blood. The remaining ten or so Black water thief finally reacted. Seeing Shan Bo dead and the remaining Zhou's two ghosts kneeling on the ground, these people understood that the tables had turned. They immediately scattered in all directions. However, Wang Yan did not allow these people to escape. After activating the Cloud Treading Steps to the extreme, he chased after these people one by one.
When the last Black water thief died under his sword, Wang Yan walked back to the threshing floor. Although he had only spent a short amount of time to kill the Zhou's two ghosts and Shan Bo, the wanton slaughter of the twenty or so Black water thief still caused the villagers at the foot of the mountain to be almost wiped out. Looking around, the threshing floor was filled with corpses. The blood that flowed continuously was dazzling under the illumination of the surrounding fire.
Jasmine …
Wang Yan's heart violently twitched. He did not see a single living person, nor did he see Bai Moli's figure. Following his memory, he walked towards where Bai Moli was previously. Before he could get close, Bai Moli's pale face was reflected in his eyes. This obedient girl had her eyes closed as if she was asleep, but her head was resting on the blood. Her hair had already been soaked in blood. Half of her body was pressed down by a woman. That was her mother. A steel knife had pierced through her mother's back and came out from her chest, and finally penetrated her abdomen.
Wang Yan quietly looked at Bai Moli without moving. He knew that Bai Moli might still be breathing. Because the steel knife had not been taken out, there was only a small amount of blood seeping out of her abdomen. But once the steel knife was pulled out, Bai Moli would soon die. More importantly, the knife had penetrated deep into Bai Moli's organs. Even if he could stop the bleeding, he would not be able to save her.
Wang Yan's fingers tightened and loosened, loosened and tightened again. But other than that, there was nothing he could do. Just as he was at a loss and hesitating, a voice suddenly came from behind him.
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