Kill, kill, kill!
Liu Changsheng seemed possessed by a demon, with nothing but the word "kill" echoing in his mind. It was as if he no longer recognized the people within the sword array, all of whom were once his fellow disciples. He only knew that by killing them, he would find satisfaction and exhilaration.
Very quickly, under his unstoppable assault, the originally structured sword array disintegrated into a mess. Many disciples of the Flying Sword Sect were either dead or wounded, almost none were unscathed. Under the sword qi of the Lingyun Sword, they became extremely disheveled and pathetic.
Liu Changsheng's eyes were crimson with killing intent, never stopping, causing the opponents to gradually lose ground. The sword array was riddled with holes, and the disciples of the Flying Sword Sect had almost no means to resist, retreating step by step. In the chaos, their faces were filled with gravity and terror.
