【Sword's Hatred and Passion】68 Enduring Humiliation to Escape and Bloodbath in the Martial World

"Sword's Hatred and Passionate Sequel" is my first work, and I hope to finally fill this plot hole that's about to be
filled.
The Sword God, who had rendered great service in eliminating the eunuch and the evil forces of the Demon King's Palace, suddenly went mad and, almost
overnight, destroyed all the righteous sects in the capital, slaughtering thousands of martial arts practitioners.
It's said that the corpses of these thousands of righteous martial arts practitioners piled up like mountains, and a Sword God, covered in blood, stood
atop the corpses, roaring that the righteous practitioners should immediately release his wife, Liu Aoshuang, or he would slaughter all the righteous practitioners in the world.
Qi Yun'ao and his companions happened to be away from the capital and escaped this calamity, but upon hearing of this, they were both shocked and enraged. Although Yun'ao's martial
arts had greatly improved, he knew he was still no match for the Sword God. His only option was to gather manpower to fight the Sword God while simultaneously trying to understand
why the Sword God was so frantically slaughtering the righteous practitioners.
However, almost all those involved perished. The Sword God insisted that the righteous sects had kidnapped and severely injured his wife, Liu
Aoshuang. Li Mi, however, seemed to be missing from the dead, mysteriously vanished. Yun Ao searched everywhere for him but could not find him, and could only hope that he
had escaped. But the Sword God, transformed into the Sword Demon, had become even more terrifying than before. After leaving the capital, he slaughtered
members of the righteous sects along his path, killing hundreds in just a few days. Many righteous sects were terrified at the mere mention of his name and
fled in all directions to avoid annihilation.
Of course, some righteous sects with strong personalities who refused to flee could not escape the fate of being massacred. Even these
righteous sects, no matter how united and fearless they were, were instantly torn into a bloody mess and their flesh and bones were separated by the Sword Demon's invincible sword energy,
dying a gruesome death.
Even the two leaders of Shaolin Temple, with their countless masters, dared not directly confront the Sword Demon's might, fearing that
a momentary impulse would sever the centuries-old lineage of martial arts masters. After all, the Sword Demon's swordsmanship had reached
a transcendent level, even surpassing the divine. In his hands, no one could withstand a single blow; his sword energy caused
houses to collapse as if swept by a tornado.
The two leaders were also eager to find out Liu Aoshuang's whereabouts, but their investigations yielded nothing.
At this time, Yun Aofang, Fang Zilong, and others joined the two leaders.
Fang Zilong also brought a secret decree issued by Emperor Chongzhen: whoever could slay the Sword Demon Feng Wutian would not only
be bestowed with an imperial sword, but their sect would also be designated as the most righteous sect in the world, receiving hereditary favor and an annual reward of 100,000
taels of silver from the court. The entire righteous martial arts world would revere their sect.
Even the second-in-command of Shaolin Temple, a man indifferent to fame and fortune, couldn't help but be
tempted by such a generous reward. After all, this was no longer a matter of personal honor, but rather a chance to bring glory to the sect for future generations.
However, while the reward was substantial, slaying the Sword Demon was no easy feat. Feng Wutian's swordsmanship had already
intimidated the world, and now his skill had advanced by leaps and bounds; rumors even circulated that he had reached the realm of flying on a sword.
Such a powerful enemy couldn't be dealt with by a mere group; it seemed only a large amount of explosives could
possibly kill him.
Meanwhile, in a secluded valley, a group of strong men were taking turns raping a
stunningly beautiful woman. The woman was completely naked, her jade-like body radiant, her waist-length hair disheveled and clinging to her shoulders and
the back of her head. Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that her right foot, wrapped in a blood-stained bandage, was missing a leg.
"Hahahaha—ha—" A burly man roared to the sky,
thrusting his buttocks forward and upward, ejaculating a large amount of semen into the amputee's uterus. However, the uterus could no longer hold
so much semen, and as he pulled out, a large amount of yellowish-brown semen overflowed from the amputee's vagina
.
"Alright, alright, stop lingering, it's my turn." Another naked burly man pushed aside
the burly man who had just ejaculated inside the amputee and was still panting, and thrust his still-erect penis hard into her swollen and
semen-filled vagina.
"Mmm...mmm...mmm..." The one-legged beauty only let out two soft moans
, her jade-like body swaying and responding to the man's vigorous thrusts. Her two long, strong legs were no longer strong enough to wrap around his waist. Her
face, beautiful as a fairy but filled with desolation and despair, was slightly open with her phoenix eyes. But as the uncontrollable pleasure
spread through her body, she revealed a lewd smile and began to thrust her head back desperately, her strong abdomen also struggling to rise to meet
the powerful thrusts of the man.
"Ahhh...so good...so comfortable...good brother...give me again...give
me again..." The one-legged beauty seemed completely immersed in the pleasure of being violated, unable to extricate herself. Her moans and
groans only made the strong man thrust into her even more vigorously. This one-legged beauty was none other than
Liu Aoshuang, the beloved wife of Feng Wutian, who was driven mad by lust.
That day, Aoshuang was drugged with an aphrodisiac by her adopted daughter Pan'er, causing her to become highly lustful. As a result, she took off her protective immortal robes, trousers, and
boots. The despicable Pan'er then used the aphrodisiac to control Li Mi and a group of righteous martial arts practitioners, who
then subjected Aoshuang to a frenzied gang rape and drained of her energy. As a result, Aoshuang accidentally released her vital essence during the passionate intercourse. In order to seize the vital
essence, Pan'er ruthlessly cut off one of Aoshuang's jade feet. Aoshuang was seriously injured and fainted. Pan'er sent Li Mi to take her away, while she controlled the group of righteous practitioners to rape
her. Then, when Feng Wutian arrived, she could naturally distort the truth and claim that Aoshuang was ambushed and raped by the righteous practitioners and had her
foot cut off. In a fit of rage, Feng Wutian killed all the controlled righteous practitioners in the hall and
wiped out all the righteous practitioners in the capital overnight.
Poor Ao Shuang had lost her Yuan Dan and had no power left in her dantian. The vicious Pan'er still wouldn't let
her go. She found dozens of strong men in this secret hideout and raped Ao Shuang day and night.
At the entrance of the stone cave, a beautiful girl in white, holding a sword, watched this scene with a vicious expression. Beside her stood
a fat man with a lewd look on his face. These two were Li Pan'er and Wang Du.
"Junior sister, it seems your adoptive mother has completely become addicted to this life of ecstasy. Now she's
acting like a mother to these guys every night, and it seems she's quite enjoying it," Wang Du lewdly sneered.
"Hmph, I originally wanted to make this slut suffer a bit, but seeing her enjoying it like this isn't my
intention. Come on, all of you, get out of the way!" Pan'er's sharp shout startled the group of naked men in the cave, who hurriedly retreated to the side.
Only the strong man still frantically thrusting into Ao Shuang's body, having reached his climax, seemed oblivious to Pan'er's shout.
"Die, you worthless wretch!" Pan'er, in a frenzy 　　 , 　　plunged her sword straight into the burly man's lower back, the tip of the sword gushing from his abdomen 　　, blood spurting wildly.
"
Ah ... 　　 "You slut, you slut, you think you can get good pleasure from fucking this kind of slut? I'll make you feel good enough!" 　　Pan'er frantically stabbed the big man in the lower back with her sword, each thrust causing him to thrash wildly. 　　As the big man lay dying, it was as if he wanted to release the last of his strength and essence into Ao Shuang's body. After all, this was the last time he would ejaculate in his life, 　　and it was so fast, so fierce, and so plentiful that it seemed like he could never finish. 　　The surging semen kept overflowing from their point of union, mixing with the big man's blood and flowing all over the ground, 　　leaving everyone around stunned. 　　 "Ah—" As if in a final burst of energy, the burly man ejaculated his last spurt of semen 　　deep into Ao Shuang's honeypot. His last thought was that this beautiful woman would bear him a son. He leaned against Ao Shuang's jade 　　body and passed away with a smile. Ao Shuang, enjoying the man's last ejaculation, also reached her climax. Gushes of vaginal fluid mixed 　　with her own vaginal fluid sprayed onto the man's penis head. Her cherry lips emitted a sharp, lewd cry. 　　 "Ahhh—don't stop—good brother—I—I want more—I want more—" Ao Shuang's 　　pretty face was flushed with ecstasy, tears streaming down her face. Long spittle dripped from the corners of her mouth. Her two jade legs were tightly wrapped around the man's waist, and 　　the dead man's penis was still firmly inserted in her jade shell. This obscene scene made the surrounding burly men 　　want to rush up and kick away the dead man's corpse to continue their wild fucking of this beautiful slut. However, the dozens of 　　bloody sword holes on the dead man's body stopped their lust. 　　 But Pan'er clearly didn't want Aoshuang to continue her pleasure. She abruptly 　　pulled the burly man's corpse off Aoshuang, and with a "pop," the still-erect, enormous penis was pulled out of Aoshuang's vagina. This jolted Aoshuang 　　awake from her blissful trance. She pleaded in agony, "Please—please—let it 　　go in—I want more—I want more—." 　　 "Want more? You've fucked my cunt until it's rotting and you still won't stop? You shameless, filthy, stinking slut, I spit on you— 　　" Pan'er sneered, slapping Aoshuang repeatedly until her cheeks were swollen and her eyes were seeing stars. 　　 "Waaah—don't hit me—Pan'er—remember—remember that your mother saved you back then—your mother— 　　your adoptive father and I have always treated you like our own daughter—why? Why are you doing this to me—" Aoshuang 　　sobbed, her head bowed. 　　 "Biological daughter? Bah—" Pan'er spat on Ao Shuang's face and sneered, "My mother died long ago 　　. Do you think I ever truly considered you my mother? You're nothing but a bitch clinging to Feng Lang. All you 　　want is a man, right? There are so many men in the world, why do you insist on clinging to Feng Lang? If he had met the one I love earlier, it would have 　　been me, not you! If I were his woman, I wouldn't have been defiled and raped by those dogs. It's you! It's all your 　　fault. I've ended up like this because of you. If I don't punish you, who will I punish? Heaven is truly blind to have let you and your 　　despicable self... "Why didn't you give me such a beautiful face, sister? Instead, you all mastered the invincible martial 　　art, the Mysterious Heaven Star Moon Skill! How powerful and majestic! You and your sister are still being 　　fucked by these dogs day and night, aren't you? If you really love Feng Lang so much, why do your cunts squirt? You're all sluts, whores, bitches, and 　　dogs. Only I am sincere towards Feng Lang. I want you to suffer a fate worse than death. Now tell me, do you want Feng Lang or 　　this dog's cock?" Pan'er looked at Ao Shuang with disdain, holding the man's still erect penis. 　　 "I—I—I want Feng—I—I want his cock, I want his cock, please, Pan'er, 　　put your cock into my—my place!" Ao Shuang was initially ashamed, but soon began to rub her legs tightly together, 　　looking at the erect penis with a look of infatuation, and cried out urgently. 　　 "Hahahaha, this is your true face! You're just a shameless, cock-obsessed bitch. 　　Feng Lang has been deceived by you sisters all this time, which is why he ignores my love for him. He should see your slutty 　　, cheap appearance now and see if he still loves you. I'm afraid Feng Lang will just chop off your dog head with a sword. You want a cock? I'll 　　give it to you." Pan'er sneered, severing the big man's penis with her sword and shoving it into Ao Shuang's mouth. 　　 "Ugh—" Ao Shuang felt the thick, bloody penis enter her mouth and tried to push it out with her tongue, 　　but Pan'er didn't give her the chance. She pressed the pressure points in her lower jaw and then struck with her palm. A powerful palm wind forced 　　the penis straight into Ao Shuang's throat. 　　 "Ugh—mmm—" Tears streamed down Ao Shuang's face. She could only let the bloody, disgusting thing slide down her 　　throat and into her stomach. She wanted to vomit, but Pan'er pressed several more pressure points and she couldn't vomit. She could only 　　glare at Ao Shuang with resentful eyes. 　　 "Bitch, didn't you want this dog man's cock? Now I'll let you eat it, let you become 　　one with it. Haven't I been filial enough to you? What else are you unhappy about? Hahahaha, look? I'll gouge out your 　　dog eyes and gouge them out!" Pan'er was now filled with resentment and venom. She reached out and thrust two fingers straight at Ao Shuang's bright eyes. 　　 At this moment, Wang Du intervened in time, using his fat palm to block Pan'er's eyes. He also felt a stinging pain in his palm and 　　thought to himself: This girl's skill has improved a lot recently. If I don't hurry up and practice, she will surpass me sooner or later. 　　 "Fatty, what do you mean? Could it be that you've taken a fancy to this bitch's beauty and are bewitched by her, wanting to be my enemy?" 　　Pan'er's face was full of anger, and her hands turned into claws, pointing at Wang Du. It was her newly mastered evil martial art, the Purgatory Claw. 　　 "Junior sister, how could I possibly become your enemy for this bitch? Have you forgotten Master's orders to keep a close watch on her? We 　　can abuse her, but we can't mutilate her limbs or disfigure her face, otherwise—hehe, you 　　know Master's methods. When he really gets ruthless, neither of us can withstand it. Since Master wants us to keep her alive, he must have a great use for her— 　　" Wang Du said in a friendly tone, his fat face drooling. 　　 He couldn't help but shudder at the mention of Zhang Ruoshui and Pan'er; this man, whose wisdom and martial arts were unfathomable, was definitely not...

This was someone she could afford to offend now.
"Fine, fatso, you're right. I'll spare you this time for Master's sake, but
—I won't let you off too easily," Pan'er said through gritted teeth, then plunged the scabbard of her sword into Aoshuang's overflowing
vagina, plunging it deep into her uterus and swirling it around several times, causing Aoshuang's eyes to roll back in pain, long strands of saliva
dripping from the corners of her mouth and staining her large breasts.
"Bitch, you can't escape your fate. This girl wants you to keep this scabbard clamped between your cunt and your cunt tonight, not
letting it fall off, filling it with your cunt. If you don't fill it, you'll be in for a world of hurt tomorrow morning," Pan'er
sneered.
"Yes—yes—Shuang slave—Shuang slave will—will definitely clamp it tightly with her cunt—will definitely fill it up," Aoshuang said,
head bowed and panting, clearly accepting her fate completely.
"Louder, I can't hear you!" Pan'er kicked one end of the scabbard, causing Aoshuang's body to tremble in pain. A stream of
lustful fluid shot straight into the scabbard.
"Yes—, Shuangnu will definitely use her cunt to tighten around Master's scabbard, she will definitely fill it up!" Aoshuang
said this shameless thing in a voice as melodious as a nightingale.
"Hahahaha, what a shameless bitch! How could Godfather have fallen for such a shameless slut like you?
You must have drugged Godfather with aphrodisiacs to make him sleep with you, right? Otherwise, how could Godfather have such low taste? You
can continue to enjoy yourself. Let's go. Leave two of you to watch her. If she fills the scabbard up, you can
pour out her lustful fluid and make her fill it up again. If she can fill it up twice, I will give her a reward tomorrow." Pan'er laughed arrogantly.
"Yes—, Master, Shuangnu will definitely fill it up twice, she will—" Aoshuang forced a smile with tears in her eyes while
vigorously twisting her slender waist to continue pouring lustful fluid into the scabbard.
Wang Du left the cell with Pan'er and the others, leaving only two burly men watching Ao Shuang. He laughed as he left,
"Junior sister, you really have a creative idea. But if I were to deal with this bitch, you'd all have a real treat."
"Hmph, I bet you're still thinking about sleeping with her! How many times have you slept with her in a day? Isn't that enough? She's already
out of energy for us to drain. Master will find a way to absorb her essence as soon as possible. I don't want her
to be fucked too comfortably," Pan'er said, her jealousy intensifying at the thought of all these men being obsessed with Ao Shuang's beauty.
"Junior sister, what are you saying? I wouldn't care about a one-legged, withered flower like her. Right now, I
only have you in my heart," Wang Du said, wrapping his arm around Pan'er's slender waist and teasingly.
"Hmph, I still need to use this fatso now. The day I master my divine skills, I'll make sure he and Zhang Ruoshui
die by my sword. And that bitch, I'll find some wild dogs to fuck her—that'll be the only way to truly enjoy it!" Pan'er's
mind was already twisted; she
remained silent as Wang Du led her into the inner room. Two hours later, Ao Shuang let out another long, lewd moan. The scabbard between her legs overflowed
with a foul-smelling, lustful fluid. The two burly men, their groins bulging, longed to rush forward and fight her
for another three hundred rounds. However, Pan'er had ordered that tonight she could only use the scabbard, not their penises, and could only
lament their disappointment.
"Second-Second Masters, Shuang-Shuang has—filled—filled it—please—
please help me pull it out," Ao Shuang groaned weakly, her head bowed.
"Ah Si, it seems full. Master Pan'er said if it's full, we should pour it out and let her fill it again,
so we'll—" a fat man discussed with his companion.
"Okay, Fatty, then—then let's pull it out together." Ah Si winked at him, and the two understood each other perfectly. If they pulled out the sword sheath now, the lustful fluid from Aoshuang's vagina would definitely splash all over their faces. 　　How could they miss
such a stimulating scene ? 　　 Ah Si and Fatty bent down and 　　swallowed hard as they looked at the scabbard tightly inserted between the pubic hair-plucked, swollen, and bloodied mons pubis of Aoshuang. Their hands reached for the sword sheath at the same time. 　　 In that instant, Aoshuang's lowered head suddenly lifted, and her previously infatuated eyes turned into two sharp 　　glares. The sword sheath in her vagina seemed to be slammed into the temples of the two big men from both sides 　　. 　　 "Ugh," "Ugh," the two burly men groaned, their Baihui acupoints on their heads struck twice more, killing them instantly. Before 　　one of them collapsed, Ao Shuang used the sword sheath tightly clamped between her legs to lift the key chain from his waist. She opened her cherry-like mouth 　　and bit the key chain into her teeth. Over the past few days, she had already recognized the key to unlock her handcuffs. If her limbs 　　were cuffed, even biting the key would be difficult to unlock them. However, her hands and one foot were cuffed, and one foot was broken, so it was not 　　cuffed. She struggled to twist her jade-like neck, stretching out her teeth to bite the key and slowly insert it into the shackles, turning it. 　　 Even though her bones and muscles were far stronger than ordinary women due to her training, turning her neck like this was extremely painful. 　　But if she could escape this hell, she would be willing to suffer any amount of pain. After trying more than ten times, she finally succeeded in using 　　the key in her mouth to unlock the shackles on her left hand. 　　 With one hand free, the rest was easy. Using the key, Ao Shuang unlocked 　　the shackles on her right hand and left leg, then struggled to stand on one leg. 　　 "Ugh—" Ao Shuang felt a sharp, numb pain in her waist, her legs feeling almost nonexistent. Being violated by the lecherous men 　　for so long had exhausted her to the point of near collapse, but her will to escape compelled her to stand upright 　　. Slowly, she reached down and pulled the scabbard from her vagina. 　　 With a "splash," a gush of vaginal fluid spurted from her crotch, splashing onto the ground and the corpses of the two men. 　　The fluid continued to overflow from the scabbard. Ao Shuang caught her breath for a moment, then used the scabbard as a crutch to tiptoe stealthily outwards 　　. 　　 Even someone as astute as Zhang Ruoshui didn't notice that after Ao Shuang's Yuan Dan was released, she appeared to have lost all her internal energy. However, she had actually used 　　a forbidden technique from the *Xuantian Xingyue Gong* that she had once despised, the *Zhuan Yang Yi Yin Shu* (Transformation of Yang into Yin Technique). In recent days, 　　she had been absorbing internal energy from the men who had raped her. She was extremely careful, absorbing only a tiny amount each time. These men, exhausted after their encounters, 　　didn't realize that a small amount of their internal energy had been drained. Over time, Ao Shuang successfully recovered about half of her internal 　　energy. Fearing that her recovery would be discovered by Pan'er, Wang Du, and the others, she decided to 　　escape tonight when they were off guard. 　　 Ao Shuang had been blindfolded when she was brought here, but she had actually been relying on her ears to calculate the time of her imprisonment.

She used the sound of footsteps and the direction of the airflow to determine the path of the passage where she was imprisoned. Although her power
had plummeted, her hearing and eyesight remained sharp, allowing her to detect the guards standing at the corner of the passage. She
could already hear the breathing of the two guards at the corner. Holding her breath, Ao Shuang raised her sword sheath 　　.
The moment a drop of semen fell to the ground from the sheath, she leaped forward on one foot, the sheath in her hand pointing directly at the throats of the two guards— 　　 "Hey, that Liu Aoshuang is something else. I've slept with her at least seventy times already. It's never 　　enough!" 　　 "Of course! That bitch's husband is none other than the legendary swordsman Feng Wutian, the number one expert in the world. I heard 　　he's currently massacring the martial arts world for her sake. But he has no idea that we brothers are constantly cuckolding him while he's just 　　killing innocent bystanders. It's hilarious!" 　　 "What swordsman? Just a cuckold god, hahaha!" As the two guards at the gate were chatting idly 　　, a jade-like body draped in their guards' uniforms suddenly flashed before them. Simultaneously, two sword sheaths struck their 　　throats. Feng Wutian had passed on all the exquisite swordsmanship he had ever learned to her. Even with only 　　a sword sheath and half its power remaining, killing these low-level martial arts scoundrels was still a piece of cake. 　　 The two guards, their faces still bearing lewd grins, lay dead on the ground. Ao Shuang, her eyes filled with hatred, gasped for breath 　　as she picked up one of the guards' single-edged swords. Although she knew nothing of swordsmanship, she could at least use the sword as a weapon—better than fighting with a scabbard 　　. Despite the guard's ill-fitting clothes, she draped them over herself and used the scabbard to leap out the door with her light-footed skill. 　　 For the first time in over two months, the warm sunlight bathed her ravaged body, giving Ao Shuang a 　　feeling of being in another world, a sense of freedom washing over her. 　　 She had to leave immediately, find Wu Tian, and tell him that Pan'er was the murderer who had betrayed her, to 　　stop his bloodbath against the martial world. 　　 Ao Shuang discovered she was now in a manor deep in the mountains, the dungeon exit leading to a fake cave. 　　She didn't know where Zhang Ruoshui had imprisoned her, but now she had to escape this hellhole as quickly as possible. Some servants were still pacing around the manor, 　　but they seemed to know nothing of martial arts. Clearly, this was Zhang Ruoshui's way of concealing the true nature of the manor. Ao 　　Shuang captured one of the servants, inquired about the location of the stables, knocked him unconscious with a sword sheath, and threw him into the bushes. Following his directions, 　　she found the stables. 　　 There were over a dozen fine horses in the stables. Ao Shuang had occasionally ridden horses with Feng Wutian during their secluded life. She 　　first swung her sword and killed all the horses in the stable. Now, weak and exhausted, and 　　affected by the strong stench of the dead horses, she felt dizzy and almost collapsed. She forced herself to concentrate, took a deep breath, and channeled 　　the last of her inner strength into her dantian. She leaped onto the only remaining, best-quality horse, but the moment her hips touched the saddle, she felt a 　　strange, sharp pain. Coupled with the fact that she was missing her right leg, she immediately lost her balance and fell straight off the horse. 　　 Fortunately, Aoshuang managed to brace herself with her sword sheath and bounce back up. Her vagina, having been ravaged for so long and 　　coated with a large amount of aphrodisiac by Pan'er, was extremely sensitive. The slightest touch caused her to gush with lustful fluids, and her legs went weak, as if she were hoping for a 　　penis to be inserted to help her release her desire. Her pretty face flushed red, and she struggled to use her internal energy to suppress the changes in her lower body. This time, she dared not 　　sit with her legs spread on the saddle, but instead sat flat on the saddle with her round buttocks. 　　 This made it even harder to maintain her balance, but it was better than not being able to ride at all. It was said that the Tang Dynasty's Hong Fu Nu rode her horse in this way when fighting on the battlefield . 　　Aoshuang calmed herself, gripped the reins tightly, and spurred her horse straight out of the manor, hoping to fly to 　　her husband's side as soon as possible to stop him from continuing his bloodbath in the martial arts world. 　　 =============================================================================================================================================================================================================== 　　 "Ah—have mercy—ah—" Screams of agony echoed from the mansions. This was originally 　　the territory of the Yandang Sect, but now it had become a bloody hell. A long sword slashed and cut through 　　the Yandang Sect disciples, dismembering them one by one. They were no match for this terrifying demonic sword. 　　 "It's not my fault—no—" A young woman in her twenties, holding a baby, screamed and 　　ran towards the door, but the sword light that the demonic sword had transformed into still mercilessly cut her and the baby into mincemeat in an instant. "You righteous beast, you insulted my beloved wife! If you don't hand her over, I will make the entire martial arts world disappear forever! Hmph, He Qingfei, you think you 　　can escape my flying sword 　　 by riding a horse? You're delusional!" A hysterical, insane voice 　　echoed throughout the Yandang Mountains for miles around. At this moment, He Qingfei, the leader of the Yandang Sect, was frantically fleeing on a fast horse along a mountain road dozens of miles away 　　. 　　 "Feng Wutian, you son of a bitch! I didn't provoke you, yet you wiped out my entire sect! I will 　　find a master to avenge this!" Before He Qingfei could finish his curse, a sword light pierced his chest. Before his body 　　hit the ground, the sword light sliced through him and his horse, turning them into a pile of flying flesh and blood. The demonic 　　sword hovered in the air for a moment before flying back. The legendary flying sword technique, where sword immortals could only achieve perfect harmony between man and sword, reappeared in the martial world, becoming a nightmare of bloodshed. With He Qingfei's death 　　, the Yandang Sect was added to 　　the list of sects destroyed by Feng Wutian . 　　 To be continued...

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