Wang Wenjun couldn't hold the knife and flew out of his hand. Suddenly, a black figure teleported in front of Wang Wenjun, and a pair of cold gloomy eyes in his robe stared at him, making him feel frozen all over.

However, Wang Wenjun, who was interrupted from a good thing, could not give up, and punched the black-robed man: "Who are you, you!" ”

The black-robed man easily caught Wang Wenjun's fist with one hand, clenched it hard, and made a terrifying hoarse sound in his throat, like a ghostly sound from the depths of hell, full of Sen Han's killing intent and violence: "Poisonous mountain vine? It's just ordinary flowers and plants, and it's ridiculous that you have been refined into a baby. ”

"Let you see what real poison is."

In an instant, the black-robed man grabbed Wang Wenjun's hand and quickly corrupted it at a speed visible to the naked eye, and after a while, the entire right arm disappeared and turned into white bones. Wang Wenjun screamed again and again, fell to the ground involuntarily, struggled in pain, rolled around, but to no avail, black poisonous gas spread all over his body, and slowly corrupted into a corpse, without any life.

"Knock !!"

The black-robed man clenched his fingers, and Wang Wenjun's bones also exploded violently, and bursts of white mist floated up, which was extremely terrifying.

"Vomit...... Phew! ”

Some people who are fragile in their hearts, seeing this scene, can't help but spit it out, and a strong foul smell fills the air.

Mu Shanhai, who was fighting with Bu Wuxian on the side, heard such a big movement behind him, and suddenly looked behind him at this time, and this scene was fully seen by him.

Suddenly, a primal fear rose from within him.

The black robe is highly poisonous, should it be ......

It's him!

Caring about it so much, Mu Shanhai came to the front of the black-robed man, knelt on one knee, and saluted respectfully: "Meet your lord!" ”

"You don't have any value now, you can die." The black-robed man's words did not carry a trace of emotion, but he raised his hand slightly and aimed at Mu Shanhai.

"It's not...... My lord, listen to me, I didn't mean to! I'm not! Mu Shanhai begged for mercy again and again, his knees were on the ground, and he knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

"Oh? So why do you do this? ”

When the black-robed man saw that Mu Shanhai had recognized him as an old man from the poisonous mountain, he stopped pretending to be and began to hold him accountable.

"I just didn't pay attention to it just now, I didn't notice that he actually wanted to kill him, I'm really sorry, my lord, I really didn't mean to!" Mu Shanhai's expression was sincere, and he kept nodding his head like a dog, pleasing the old man of the poisonous mountain.

When everyone saw this, their faces were surprised, and they couldn't believe that this was the real Mu Shanhai.

Mu Shanhai Sansheng Peak battled, but he showed all his majesty, why did he become this flattering appearance now?

There must be ghosts!

And when Xueche saw this scene, he probably understood in his heart that after Mu Shanhai caught Qiankun, the person he handed over to was probably him!

The old man of the poisonous mountain smiled gloomily and continued to ask Mu Shanhai: "Do you really think so?" ”

"Really!" Mu Shanhai didn't dare to refute, let alone look at the old man of the poisonous mountain.

"That's fine." The old man of the poisonous mountain looked relaxed, and let Mu Shanhai get up, "Then what are you going to do to save it?" ”

Mu Shanhai nodded again and again, but there was a second meaning in his eyes, but there was still a flattering smile on his face: "The little one must be what the adults arrange, and I will do it...... There is absolutely no ambiguity! You see......"

As he spoke, Mu Shanhai approached the body of the old man of the Poison Mountain, but his aura suddenly soared, and the giant sword formed by the convergence of many Eight Desolation sword qi around his body stabbed towards the old man of the Poison Mountain.

"Immortal Method: Thousand Machines Change!"

"Hahaha! Die! What the hell! ”

This blow, but he has been gathering momentum for a long time, and he blows with all his strength!

Even if the old man of the Poison Mountain is a great power in the Transformation Realm, he can only kneel down in the face of the Eight Desolations Sword Qi!

The two gods can't stop it, and I don't care if you enter the transformation realm!

But obviously, Mu Shanhai thought too much, and just gently twisted the fingers of the old man of the poisonous mountain, and the giant sword was dissipated by him.

In an instant, the old man of the poisonous mountain disappeared in place, and then came to Mu Shanhai and grabbed his forehead.

Mu Shanhai howled in pain, but at this moment, he could no longer make up for the mistakes he had made, and could only die in a burst of mournful cries.

"Master Ming...... Brother Lie......"

Mu Shanhai has fallen!

After eliminating the hidden danger of Mu Shanhai, the old man of the poisonous mountain did not waste the Eight Desolation Sword Qi, of course, it did not belong to a part of Mu Shanhai's body, but was only temporarily stored in his body.

After Mu Shanhai died, this Eight Desolations Sword Qi flew out and was caught by the old man of the Poison Mountain into the sleeve of Qiankun.

All the officers and soldiers present, some wanted to hide, some wanted to flee for their lives, but they were all solved by the old man of the poisonous mountain in an instant.

The death is the same, and the method is cruel.

Although the disciples of the Sword Pavilion were frightened by such a vicious method of the old man of the poisonous mountain, they had finally solved such a big scourge as Mu Shanhai and Wang Du.

At this moment, a boulder that weighed on everyone's hearts had been shattered and was gone.

Mu Shanhai untied all the shackles on everyone's bodies, and everyone cheered in place, shouting happily.

The old man of the poisonous mountain gave Qiankun a pill in his mouth, and Qiankun just wanted to spit it out, but was stopped by the old man of the poisonous mountain.

The large and small injuries on Qiankun's body were repaired little by little, and they slowly improved, not even a trace of scars and scars were gone, Qiankun moved his body, his muscles and bones were restored without flaws, and the fatigue was swept away.

Qiankun looked at the old man of the poisonous mountain, although he had doubts in his heart, but the words of thank you always had to be said, he bowed respectfully to the old man of the poisonous mountain, and his eyes exuded an extremely excited light.

"Senior, thank you so much for saving your life! Qiankun can't repay him, and I hope that my predecessors will be worshiped by Qiankun! ”

As he spoke, Qiankun was about to kneel.

The old man of the poisonous mountain supported his body, smiled lightly, and shook his head.

The old man of the poisonous mountain was about to turn around and leave, Yun Wuyue saw that the benefactor who saved them was leaving, he was a little anxious in his heart, and he didn't thank him for his righteous deed, so he let him leave like this, did it seem that their sword pavilion was insensitive and ungrateful?

Yun Wuyue took the lead in front of the old man of the poisonous mountain and took a deep look: "Senior, please wait." ”

The old man of the poisonous mountain glanced at Yun Wuyue, his expression was cold, and he didn't seem to want to pay attention to him too much, but after thinking about it, he still asked, "Is there something?" ”

"The seniors saved us, we are very grateful, and we hope that the seniors will be the guests of our Sword Pavilion, and we will entertain you with a good life! How is it? Yun Wuyue lowered his body and bowed, his attitude was extremely sincere.

The old man of the poisonous mountain looked at Qiankun, smiled slightly, shook his head, and was indifferent: "It's just a gesture, you don't have to take it to heart." ”

"If you are grateful, then be grateful to that young man, because because of him, I saved you."