Seeing the short stick in the hand of the one-armed young man, it was actually a short spur with a sheath, and the three of them couldn't help but be vigilant, thinking that this person was going to kill the killer, but what happened next made several of them stand on end, shocked, and broke out in a cold sweat.

I saw that the stump arm that was already bloody and blurred, was pierced by a short thorn, and it was accompanied by the sound of short thorns rubbing against bones, the one-armed young man knelt on the ground in pain, his left hand was bruised, and he pinched his right chest fiercely, maybe because the pain was too intense, he shouted and shouted and lost his voice, and the three onlookers looked at each other, ready to sneak around this person and slip away.

But at this moment, I saw the lines on the one-armed boy's left arm squirming along his skin, and little by little spread to the place where the white bone short thorn pierced, only to see that the short spine of the stump arm actually gave birth to flesh and blood, and then grew rapidly downward, and in just a few breaths, a pitch-black arm was born, and the surface of it swelled and contracted, as if it could breathe, and then the one-armed boy also gradually regained his vitality with the expansion and contraction of the arm.

I saw that the young man's eyes were scarlet, the blood vessels under his skin were faintly glowing black, and with a wave of his right arm, he directly smashed the stones beside him, and then turned his head to stare at the three of them, as if he had seen delicious food, his mouth was salivating, his face was greedy, and his right hand was slashed back, directly attacking the three of them.

"Get out of the way!" Zhao Xiaozhong saw that this person had lost his humanity like a beast, and suddenly felt bad, so he hurriedly pushed Fang Wei and the others away, and met the black arm with one punch, directly knocking the one-armed young man upside down and flying out.

"Okay!" Fang Wei and Shi Yurou were just about to open their mouths to praise, but they saw Zhao Xiaozhong's face ugly, and hurriedly said with concern: "Little brother, what's wrong with you?"

Zhao Xiaozhong waved his hand, indicating that it was no big deal, "I'm fine, but there is a problem with his arm, after I punched him just now, I actually felt quite uncomfortable, as if my strength and spirit were withdrawn, and you must be careful not to touch it directly when you fight with it for a while." ”

The two nodded, and when they saw that the black-armed young man was attacking Zhao Xiaozhong again, they hurriedly drew their swords and stepped forward to meet them. Fang Wei's two-star sword qi became more and more proficient, and he saw that this sword stabbed at the young man's black arm with a cold aura, but the two-star sword qi was like a stone sinking into the sea, and the cold qi on the sword was inhaled into the black arm together, and then the black arm punched back, only to see a faint white fist shadow smashed towards Shi Yurou.

Shi Yurou's body was short, and she narrowly avoided this attack, only to see the shadow of the fist pass by, snapping on the big stone behind her, the surface of the big stone was dented, and then slightly cracked to both sides, and the sunken surface was covered with a layer of frost, which turned into a white mist under the sunlight.

Shi Yurou's long sword danced, like silk wrapped on the black arm, she hurriedly pulled to the side, but because the strength was too small, the person didn't move, and then made a rude sound in his mouth, holding the sword body, directly threw Shi Yurou out, and fell into the distance.

"Miss Shi! Damn!" Fang Wei saw that Shi Yurou was knocked away, picked up the sword again, and sent it forward, directly hitting the face door of the black-armed young man, only to see that the palm of the young man's right arm was facing the sword and covered it, Fang Wei snorted a little more when he saw this, and wanted to smash the black arm, but when the tip of his sword touched the palm of the black arm, it seemed to be pierced into the cotton, and the sword was sucked in with a swish, he secretly said badly, and hurriedly let go and retreated.

I saw that after the sword sank into the black arm, the young man's black arm flicked it, and a black sword was born in his palm, and only half of the black sword body was exposed in the palm of his palm, and then he slapped Fang Wei in front of him with a palm. Seeing this, Fang Wei's heart tightened, but his reaction was not slow, he unsheathed his sword with his hand, and with a backhand split, he swung away the young man's attack, and then he used this thrust to roll in reverse, and escaped from the black-armed boy's attack range.

Because of the black sword, Zhao Xiaozhong could no longer get close to him, so he could only dodge in embarrassment, and Fang Wei, who only had a scabbard, lost the opportunity to take the initiative to attack, although Shi Yurou wanted to give his sword to Fang Wei, but he was advised to keep his defense, it was originally a fight between you and me, and now the three of them can only be embarrassed defenders, and the three of them also know that it is only a matter of time before they are defeated, and at that time they will be greeted by death.

Gradually, the three of them became exhausted, and there were several scars on their bodies, and they looked sluggish and gasped for air. At this time, the black sword in the black-armed boy's hand increased a few points, and he screamed a few times and attacked them again.

Just when the black-armed young man rushed halfway, he saw a cold flash in front of him, and a soul-chasing shovel slammed in front of him, only to see him suddenly become nervous, and he turned around to flee, but he was stopped by a small figure behind him, and only heard this person chanting in his mouth: "Amitabha, a little demon with phantom limbs, dare to do this before you have cultivated and formed, look at how Lao Tzu accepted you!"

I saw a round little monk carrying a bulging bag, glaring at the black-armed boy with an angry face, the black-armed young man saw that it was actually a little monk in front of him, his eyes flashed red, his face was a little more disdainful, a sword was like he stabbed, and the little monk stood in place as if he didn't see it.

"Little monk, run quickly! This black-armed young man has lost his humanity, I'm afraid you are not an opponent!" Shi Yurou saw that the little monk seemed to be scared stupidly, and hurriedly reminded him, and rushed over there with the strong fighting spirit and dragged the sword, while Fang Wei and Zhao Xiaozhong saw this, they also gritted their teeth and hurriedly stepped forward.

But at this moment, I only heard the little monk shout: "Om!" With this Buddhist mantra, the young man's figure suddenly froze, his black arm became trembling, and the black long sword fell to the ground with a thud, losing the package of the black arm, and changed back to its original appearance. Then the black-armed boy turned hideous again, and knelt on the ground in pain, trembling.

The three of them were stunned when they saw this, and they were dumbfounded, how could they have tried their best to match the monster, and the little monk could solve it with a single word in the mouth of this little monk? Just about to ask out loud, I saw that the black-armed young man suddenly got up, and the black palm pinched the little monk's neck, and the little monk was waiting for everyone's praise triumphantly, how could he expect the vision to suddenly appear, and exclaimed: "Oh, mama!" He threw the package, turned around and ran.

Shi Yurou used her last strength to stab the long sword out and wrap it around the black-armed boy's waist, trapping his movements. Fang Wei took the opportunity to pick up the long sword, because he had learned the previous lesson, just thinking about dealing with the black arm, but it didn't have any effect. This time, he directly wrapped the cold air around his whole body, slowing down his movements.

Zhao Xiaozhong saw the shovel on the ground, picked it up and was about to throw it at the black-armed boy, and at this time, the little monk saw that the man hadn't caught up, and when he looked back, he found that the black-armed boy was actually controlled, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, just when he saw a little man picking up his shovel and was about to throw it over, he hurriedly shouted: "Little man, throw the shovel over." ”

Zhao Xiaozhong's face was black, obviously half a catty and eight taels, why do you call me a little man, but at this time, the situation was urgent, but he didn't care about anything else, and hurriedly threw the shovel at the little monk. I saw the little monk turn around and jump, just in mid-air to catch the soul chasing shovel, and then split down with both hands, "Monster, eat my little edge shovel!"

I saw that the shovel was directly chopped at the root of the black arm, and the black arm was cut off by the roots, and the black arm, which had lost the connection of the body, fell to the ground with a snap, and the one-armed young man also fell to the ground with a crooked body, and there was no movement.

I saw that the surface of the black arm on the ground quickly dried up, as if the water had evaporated, and the black flesh on the surface quickly dissolved, leaving only a short bone thorn on the ground, and this black thing finally turned into a pool of black water, which seemed to have life, squirming on the ground, as if feeling the breath of the host, and slowly crawled along the grass towards the body of the one-armed boy.

Seeing this, the little monk hurriedly reached out and took out a small bottle from his arms, slammed the stopper, and sprinkled the powder inside on the black water, only to see that the black water suddenly became restless, bubbling like boiling water, and then turned into a scorching black smoke, which dissipated into the air.

After all the hardships and dangers, this great enemy was finally solved, the tense spirit of the three was finally relieved, the body was weak, and they could no longer lift any strength, leaned heavily against the tree, panted and looked at the little monk in front of him and said: "Thank you for the help of this little monk, I don't know the name of the little monk..."

"Don't dare to be, don't dare to be, the little monk Fa Yuanhua, I also happened to hear the sound of a fight here, so I heard the news and rushed over, good and good. The little monk recalled that he had almost had a big accident just now because of carelessness, and said with an embarrassed face, but fortunately everyone didn't care about it, and while talking, he turned around and picked up the package that had just fallen on the ground, pretending to pat the dust on it to cover up his embarrassment.

"In Xia Wei, in the fight just now, I heard that you called the phantom limb demon, I don't know what to do?" Fang Wei was confused, and took this opportunity to ask out loud, "And what did you just say that actually made this black arm lose control?" and the two people on the side also pricked up their ears, waiting for Yuan Hua's answer.

"Just now I used the Om word formula in the 'Six-Character Great Ming Mantra', this word formula can purify the body, because his black arm is not his own thing, so I attracted the rejection of the black arm by eliminating his physical barrier..."The little monk thought for a while, and saw that the words and deeds of several people did not seem to be any traitors, so he explained out loud, "And this black arm, it's a long story..."