"Infinite Sword Intent?"
Xiang Sheng tilted his head in thought, a barely perceptible red light flashing in his eyes, "What is that?"
She didn't seem to be in a hurry to kill Duan Dao, but just approached slowly. Every time the fear on Duan Dao's face grew stronger, the smile on her lips grew wider.
At this moment, the gate of the City Lord's Mansion burst open, and a large number of cultivators rushed in. From the Foundation Establishment stage to the late Core Formation stage, all of them were elite.
Seeing that the two people fighting in the field were Protector Nie and Protector Duan Dao, everyone was stunned. What was going on?
"He's not Nie Mingkang!"
When Broken Blade saw his savior, he immediately shouted at the top of his lungs, "He's the Grand Elder of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect! Kill him!"
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's faces changed and they all attacked Xiang Sheng at the same time. Their true energy shone brightly in the gloomy sky.
Xiang Sheng looked at the many monks rushing towards her, a smile appeared on her calm face, and then she slowly closed her eyes and opened her hands, as if to welcome all the magic weapons attacking her.
"Are you going to commit suicide?"
"He doesn't resist?"
“…”
Everyone was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that the wind direction in the sky had changed. A snowflake wrapped in the wind actually penetrated the protective shield of a monk, leaving a blood mark on his face.
The monk was stunned for a moment, then looked up to see more snowflakes speeding towards him in the wind. He suddenly looked terrified: "Snow..."
As soon as he uttered a word, he was twisted into a ball of flesh by the sudden snow and wind, and was deader than dead.
The smell of blood wafted in the air, and the snow had become heavier without anyone noticing, falling fast and hurriedly. Under this mighty force of nature, those with low cultivation could not even withstand a breath before being strangled into nothingness.
Even though he had reached the Jindan stage, he was trapped by the wind and snow and could not move forward.
Duan Dao sat on the ground, staring blankly, watching the infinite sword intent hide in the blizzard, and in less than a cup of tea, all the monks who came to help were killed.
But at this point, the blizzard showed no signs of getting smaller, but instead grew larger and larger, sweeping across the entire city.
More and more people died in the wind and snow, and the screams continued until half an hour later, when the entire city became quiet and silent.
Duan Dao was completely dumbfounded. This town was not big, but there were thousands of monks from the Demon Palace stationed here. How could the Wanjianmen Supreme kill them all without even blinking an eye?
Who is the demon cultivator? !
"well……"
A sigh came from the side, and Broken Blade shuddered. He looked up and suddenly met a pair of blood-red eyes. He was immediately shocked and lost his voice: "You are a demon fetus!"
Xiang Sheng was suddenly startled, and the blood color in his eyes quickly faded away, returning to a clear and bright look.
Thinking of what she had just done, her face suddenly turned pale. She pursed her lips and asked, "What is a demon fetus?"
Duan Dao was frightened like crazy, laughing wildly and babbling nonsense, "You are a demon cultivator, you are also a demon cultivator! Hahahaha..."
A murderous look flashed in Xiang Sheng's eyes, and the red light reappeared. He stepped forward and grabbed the top of his head, and the soul-searching method was instantly launched.
Broken Blade groaned, blood gushed from all seven orifices, and his eyes became dull. Whether he was truly stupid or just pretending, after the soul search, it became real.
After the soul-searching technique was completed, Xiang Sheng ended Duan Dao's life and threw the corpse aside with a frown.
From Duan Dao's memory, it was learned that people knew very little about the theory of the demon fetus, so he only asked her to clarify a little.
The demon fetus is born with this ability. Once it goes crazy, it cannot be stopped. It will either kill everyone in front of it or die of exhaustion.
This is different from her situation.
Although she was lost for a moment just now, it was not difficult for her to wake up. She only needed to use the sword intent to cut away the hostility in her body and suppress it easily.
However, this kind of loss of control is ultimately a variable.
This time, the one she killed was the demon cultivator from the Demon Palace who enjoyed massacring cities, so she didn't feel too burdened. But what if it happens again next time?
Her reincarnation as a demon fetus must be closely related to her reincarnation as an original fetus. Perhaps we can ask Jiang Yi, who was also reincarnated as an original fetus.
Having made up his mind, Xiang Sheng didn't think any more and waved his sleeve to summon wind and snow to destroy Duan Dao's body as well. Then he turned his own blood and traces of sword intent into the wind and snow, wiping them away. After making sure that nothing was left out, he got up and left.
Less than half an hour after Xiang Sheng left, a man in a black robe appeared out of nowhere above the small town.
The buildings in the city were covered by snow, but the thick and sickening smell of blood did not dissipate. The man in black robe immediately understood something, stopped, pinched a drop of blood on his fingertips, and turned it into a blood flow, which slowly stopped at the place where Duan Dao was killed.
The man in black robe waved his sleeves to sweep away the snow and silently looked at the pool of dark red blood on the ground.
The blood had not yet dried and the other party had not gone far, but the man in black robe did not intend to chase him.
If someone can kill all the people in his stronghold, even if his cultivation level is lower than his, it is not much weaker. He alone cannot stop the other party, so why waste his efforts.
"Knife..."
A hoarse murmur came from under the black robe. He gave his most precious treasure to Duan Dao for self-defense, which shows his love for his only son.
But Duan Dao still died and his body was nowhere to be found.
He squatted down and scooped up a handful of blood with both hands. Immediately, images flashed rapidly on the surface of the blood, and finally stopped at a blurry and slender figure.
Female cultivator, sword cultivator.
The black-robed man's eyes were stern. He vowed not to be a human being if he did not avenge his son's murder!
The man in black robe took all the snow water soaked with Broken Knife's blood and disappeared out of thin air, as if he had never appeared.
Two hours later, the snow stopped and the moonlight shone like water on the shiny snow. The snow melted a little, revealing the dark red blood ground. The smell of blood was even stronger than during the day.
Wei Lesheng and two other people escorted the seriously injured Nie Mingkang to the city gate. When they smelled the smell of blood on the wind, their faces turned grim.
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