"Random."
Shen Zhenyi answered indifferently.
Of course, he didn't deliberately choose who to kill first and who to kill later. He would kill whoever had the best position. It was nothing more than choosing different martial arts to show to different disciples. This process couldn't be wrong.
Chi, chi, chi, the sword light flew, and the demonic nature was awe-inspiring. The pure wall of lotuses was forcibly torn apart, and dark red blood flew out!
"This is …"
The swordsman, who was watching this battle from afar, suddenly opened his eyes wide. His pupils shrank, and his face was full of surprise.
The Third Young Master Shen didn't have the Flowing Death Demon Sword in his hands.
That ferocious demon sword was still quietly hanging on his waist.
However, the Third Young Master Shen's sword.
The swordsman rubbed his eyes. He clearly saw a black figure in front of Shen Zhenyi. That was the terrifying demon formed by the demon sword!
It roared ferociously and was tearing apart the body of the Master of Wisdom.
"What the hell …"
In the shadow, someone spoke. He was in great pain, as if he was being tortured.
The swordsman's body shook. He checked left and right to make sure no one was around. Then, he lowered his voice. "Why did you come out now?"
The voice in the dark said unhappily, "I feel like I've been torn in half. What the hell is this person? He didn't even take my body, yet he could summon my sword spirit. Moreover, I was muddle-headed and was completely controlled by him. This is simply asking for my life! "
The Flowing Death Demon Sword already had a sword spirit.
The sword spirit was extremely evil, and it couldn't be controlled by anyone. Its only situation now was that its body didn't belong to Shen Zhenyi. Otherwise, this person could shatter its sword spirit with just a thought!
The Flowing Death Demon Sword clearly believed this.
That person … could definitely do it.
"Then you still dare to go against him?" The swordsman's tone was full of anger, and he sighed slightly.
"What do you know!"
The Flowing Death Demon Sword scolded him. "This is our only chance."
Its voice gradually lowered, and it suddenly shouted wildly, "Bastard, even if it's not your sword, don't use it like this. Take care of it, it hurts so much!"
He whimpered. His sword spirit was damaged, so he couldn't say anything else.
At this time, the Enlightened Master in the field had been torn to pieces, and the violent black shadow had disappeared without a trace.
Shen Zhenyi had used a portion of the Flowing Death Demon Sword's sword soul to self-destruct and killed Puhui Shi.
"Little Xun, the Devil Sword is controlled by the heart, not the Devil Sword. Do you understand?"
He turned around and slowly narrated the story.
In that instant, he killed three people in succession and taught three more. It was as if all of this happened at the same time, but it was also as if a long time had passed.
The four Sect Leaders who were still attacking Shen Zhenyi were so angry that their eyes almost popped out of their sockets. This time, they really did not dare to persist. All of them turned around and fled.
What they encountered was not a human, but a monster!
A monster among monsters!
Despite the joint attack of six people, he was still able to stroll leisurely and kill two people in succession. How strong was this Third Young Master Shen?
They were not in the mood to think about the revenge they would face in the future, nor did they care about the surprised gazes of their disciples. They had no time to care about their reputation.
Run!
Only by escaping from the Abandoned Sword Villa could they escape from this god of pestilence. At least they could live for a while longer!
"You're running away just like that?"
Shen Zhenyi sighed and shook his head slightly. "Why don't you have any backbone?"
What backbone was there to talk about when encountering such a pervert?
Ge Zhongwu and the other three desperately complained in their hearts. They wished their parents had given them eight more legs so that they could escape as soon as possible.
Unfortunately, the door that was only inches away was now so far away for some reason!
"Which one should I chase first?"
Shen Zhenyi was still calm and unruffled in the midst of chaos.
He rested his chin on his hand and then lazily walked forward. "If you had thought clearly and ran at the beginning, I would not have killed you."
"Unfortunately, at this time, you fled because of fear. Your evil thoughts are burning, and you can't escape. I can only use you as a model for my disciples to test their swords. "
In one step, he seemed to have closed the distance by leaps and bounds. Somehow, he blocked in front of Xiao Bishui.
The Third Young Master Shen had given them a chance. When he spoke to Grandmother Jin, he also looked at Xiao Bishui.
They could have left.
But they didn't.
They came with evil intentions and recklessly attacked him. In the end, they didn't know how to repent.
There was no need for such people to live.
"Is your sword very fast?"
"Then, let's compare speed!"
Shen Zhenyi said with a smile.
Xiao Bishui didn't have time to respond. When Shen Zhenyi caught up to her, her heart had already sunk into the abyss. She only felt ice cold, but she still struggled and swung her sword!
Chi!
The speed of her sword was known as the first of the nineteen outer cities.
Unfortunately, it was only the first of the nineteen outer cities.
Shen Zhenyi's sword light was launched later but arrived first. The green flame was only slightly faster than her, piercing through her heart.
Xiao Bishui's Iron Swallow Strike was deadlocked in the air, unable to move forward.
She only felt her whole body go numb. Her mouth tasted bitter, and her eyes began to lose focus.
"This is … poison?"
If it could pierce through her heart so quickly, why would it need to use poison?
Xiao Bishui couldn't believe it. What was this Third Young Master Shen thinking in his head?
Shen Zhenyi swung his hand, using his fingers as a sword. He didn't make any physical contact with Xiao Bishui, but he still wanted to clean her up.
He turned back and said clearly, "A poison sword is the fastest, and a fast sword is the most poisonous. Zi Ning, if a poison sword can't pierce others, what's the difference between a poison sword and a sword light that doesn't contain poison? "
So … he still wants to teach disciples!
Xiao Bishui died with her eyes wide open. This was the last thought in her mind.
Cynanchum Chinense curled her lips. "I always felt that Master was painting a snake with legs … Even if his sword wasn't poisonous, that girl would definitely die. If Senior Sister Zi Ning had Master's sword skills, why would she study the Hundred Poisons Canon? "
Zi Ning seemed to have understood something. She didn't pay attention to Cynanchum Chinense's ridicule. She sat cross-legged and actually began to comprehend on the spot.
"Senior Sister's aptitude is still higher than mine!"
Cynanchum Chinense lamented. "No matter what Master says, she can always comprehend and break through."
Princess Long pursed her lips and smiled. "That's because Senior Sister sincerely believes in Master. She worships every word like a decree. You can't do that, so of course you won't comprehend as much!"
"Of course I also believe in Master unconditionally!"
Cynanchum Chinense wasn't convinced, but after thinking about it again, compared to Zi Ning, she was still far behind. She could only chuckle.
This was something that couldn't be forced. Perhaps only someone as pure as Zi Ning would have such a devout belief.
"Say, if Master is really a deity, then wouldn't Senior Sister Zi Ning be his follower?" Cynanchum Chinense suddenly asked Princess Long on a whim.
Princess Long was stunned. She suddenly had a mysterious feeling. She didn't know what inspiration she had, but it wasn't clear.
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