"Ah! What did you do to me? Why can't I move?! "
Shen Xiaorou suddenly screams.
Her body seems like it wants to struggle with all its might, but no matter how she moves, there seems to be innumerable invisible threads firmly binding her.
Making her unable to budge even half a step.
And Shen Jinglin is already walking in front of her, step by step.
"Shen Jinglin, I'm warning you, I'm a disciple of Zi Yang Sect, Zi Yang Sect is the most protective, if you kill me … aaaah –!!"
Before Shen Xiaorou could finish her threat, there's only a ripping sound.
Her arm actually flies straight out.
Blood splatters everywhere!
Shen Jinglin's bloodshot eyes look at her, but there's not the slightest trace of fluctuation in the depths of his eyes because of her screams, "This sword, is for everything you did to Yanyan back then."
Swish –!
"This sword, is for Fang-er!"
The second sword slashes out, and Shen Xiaorou's other arm also flies out.
She falls to the ground, blood gurgling out from her arm.
The severe pain makes her convulse all over.
At this moment, she's finally afraid, terrified. She wriggles her body to escape, crying out, "Don't … don't, brother, I was wrong, I was wrong! Please let me go! I'm your little sister, I'm your blood sister! "
Shen Jinglin slowly lifts his sword once again.
Su Yuexiang suddenly sobers up, screaming as she pounces over, "Don't kill her, don't kill my daughter!"
However, before she could reach Shen Jinglin, she's ruthlessly kicked out by the Ink Camp's people.
Su Yuexiang rolls and lands in front of the Shen father.
Meeting Shen father's pair of eyes brimming with resentment, she shudders.
On the other side, Shen Jinglin's sword falls for the third time, "This sword, is for you. Even now, you still want to hurt Yanyan!"
One of Shen Xiaorou's legs flies out.
"Ah –!!" Shen Xiaorou lets out a short scream, her body bounces a bit, her eyes roll back, and she faints.
From the stump of her thigh, blood is gushing out like a fountain.
At this rate of bleeding, as long as it continues for a while, Shen Xiaorou will undoubtedly die.
But how can she let her die so easily?
Muyan lightly plucks the zither strings.
Two completely different guqin sounds intertwined.
[Ground Prison] and [Echo Aura] were combined into one.
The blood on Shen Xiaorou's thigh had actually stopped, and she slowly opened her eyes.
However, the intense pain did not disappear. She opened her mouth, gasped for breath, and wailed.
This time, there was no longer any pride in her eyes, only fear and cowardice.
"Spare me! I beg of you to spare me! Boo hoo hoo … I'm a disciple of the Purple Sun Sect, how can you treat me like this? "
Shen Jinglin laughed coldly. "If the Purple Sun Sect wants to find someone for revenge, then they can put it all on me."
After saying that, he thrust his sword out again, but this time, it wasn't to cut off her remaining leg.
Instead, it pierced through her Qi Sea.
A hoarse scream came out from Shen Xiaorou's mouth once again. But this time, she couldn't even struggle. She could only powerlessly fall to the ground, unable to move.
Shen Jinglin throws away the blood-stained sword in his hand and hobbles back to Muyan with difficulty.
"Yan Yan, big brother has finally avenged you!"
Before she could finish her sentence, tears were already rolling down her cheeks.
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