With a flick of Jiang Xiruo's wrist, the long sword instantly turned into a bright sword light, piercing the sky and heading towards the Ji family's ancestral home with the power to destroy the world.

At this moment, the wind and clouds changed color, and the spiritual energy in the world seemed to be attracted by the sword, converging into violent forces that fell together with the sword light. The loud rumbling noises were heard endlessly, and the entire Ji family's ancestral home seemed to have encountered the end of the world.

Like blows, waves of intense tremors came from the ground, as if even the earth was shaking.

The buildings in the ancestral home began to collapse inch by inch, pavilions collapsed, pavilions were broken, and countless exquisite decorations and precious treasures were turned into powder under this force.

At the same time, as the building collapsed, bursts of screams came one after another, which were the wailing and struggling of the Ji family members in despair. However, none of this could stop Jiang Xiruo's footsteps. Her sword shined like the scythe of death.

Harvesting lives ruthlessly, turning the Ji family's ancestral home into a hell on earth.

The dust and smoke billowed straight into the sky, covering half of the sky, as if even the sky and the earth were changed. But in the dust and smoke, Jiang Xiruo's figure was extremely clear. She was holding a long sword, standing on the ruins, and there was nothing in her eyes.

Endless indifference and determination.

At this moment, she seemed to have become the ruler of this world, controlling life and death, and deciding everything.

Jiang Xiruo's face was as cold as frost, without any emotion. Her eyes were like two bottomless cold pools, unable to reflect any ripples of emotion.

She continued to wave the long sword in her hand, and each release of the sword light was accompanied by violent fluctuations of energy between heaven and earth. Those sword lights were like the tentacles of death, ruthlessly tearing apart every inch of the Ji family's ancestral home, turning it into nothing.

In her heart, those years of imprisonment were like cold shackles, tightly binding her body and mind. Twenty years was such a long time for a warrior.

She lost her freedom, her husband, and even almost lost her only son. The loneliness and despair were like the biting cold wind in winter, eroding her heart all the time.

She has anger in her heart, which is anger against the unfair fate and hatred towards the Ji family's ruthless persecution. She wants revenge and wants the Ji family to experience the pain and despair she has endured. This persistence

The thoughts were burning in her heart like a raging fire, swallowing up her reason and emotions.

The influence of the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword adds fuel to the flames. It seems to be an evil guide, leading Jiang Xiruo step by step into the abyss.

Under the guidance of this magic sword, the demonic nature in her heart was completely stimulated. She was no longer a gentle mother, no longer a tough warrior, but a demon driven by hatred and anger. There was no trace of anything left in her heart.

Mercy, only endless destruction and killing.

"Jiang Xiruo, our Ji family admits defeat, and you still don't stop!" A hoarse roar came from deep in the Ji family, and the voice was full of despair and unwillingness. The Ji family has suffered heavy losses in this catastrophe, and has almost fallen into

On the verge of catastrophe. Some people were frightened and wanted to beg for mercy, but they couldn't bear to face the ridiculous arrogance.

However, Jiang Xiruo's face remained as cold as ice, without any emotion. She moved her wrist slightly, and the sword was unsheathed like a dragon roaring. The tip of the sword was pointing at the Ji family member who was about to speak.

The sword light flashed, as fast as lightning, and before the man could even react, he was engulfed by the sword light and turned into nothingness in an instant, leaving only a piece of fly ash, which was blown away by the wind.

This scene, like history repeating itself, made Jiang Xiruo's memory surge again. She had knelt so humbly outside the gate of the Ji family, with tears mixed with dust, and her voice was hoarse, begging the Ji family to let go of her husband and her husband.

son.

At that time, she was filled with attachment and reluctance to her family, but she could only watch as the Ji family's indifference and ruthlessness destroyed her world bit by bit.

The Ji family finally chose to kill. Her husband fell in a pool of blood, and her son Ling Xiao almost died. At that moment, her heart was colder and harder than ever.

She vowed to make the Ji family pay the price and to make those who had hurt her feel the same pain and despair.

Now, she stands on the ruins of the Ji family, holding a long sword in her hand, and her eyes are like a torch. She is no longer the humble supplicant, but has become a real goddess of revenge. Her heart is full of anger and hatred, these emotional

It became the sword light in her hand, ruthlessly harvesting the lives of the Ji family members.

"Presumptuous!" Not far away, another Ji family warrior stepped forward, shouting with a bit of unwillingness and indignation. However, before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Jiang Xiruo's contemptuous gaze.

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She swung her sword away, her movements smooth and smooth, without any sloppiness. The warrior didn't even have a chance to resist, and was killed by the sword light and turned into ashes.

"I just want to bully people too much today!" Jiang Xiruo's voice was cold and decisive. She looked around. Wherever she looked, the Ji family members were all frightened and fled in all directions. However, she did not hesitate at all.

Continuing to swing, the sword glowed like a weave, dyeing every inch of the Ji family's land with the smell of blood and death.

"No one in your Ji family can survive today!" Her voice echoed in the ruins, full of endless hatred and determination. No one in the Ji family dared to step forward, so they could only run for their lives in an attempt to escape this annihilation.

Jiang Xiruo, on the other hand, was like a cold god of death, pursuing closely and vowing to completely destroy the Ji family.

Jiang Xiruo seemed to have transformed into a ruthless god of destruction. Her figure shuttled through the Ji family's mansion, and every step was accompanied by the loss of life and the collapse of the building.

There was no hesitation or pity in her eyes, only endless indifference and determination. The Demon Lord Black Sky Sword in her hand became the sharpest weapon in her hand. Every swing was accompanied by a thunderous roar. The sword

Wherever the light passed, no matter whether it was people or things, they all turned into nothing.

In the distance, Huang Hai witnessed all this, and he couldn't help but feel an unspeakable fear in his heart. He had never seen such a terrifying scene, let alone such a determined avenger. Jiang Xiruo seemed to have walked out of hell.

The figure made him involuntarily take a few steps back, fearing that he would also become a dead soul under her sword.

Huang Xiangu was also shocked. She murmured to herself: "I really didn't expect that the Ji family would end up like this. After Ji Tianyan died, the Ji family seemed to have lost its backbone and became so vulnerable." Her tone

There is both emotion about the decline of the Ji family and shock at Jiang Xiruo's strength.
Chapter completed!