Liu Mujian was unequivocal, shook off the long sword far away, and lifted the afterimage sword to stab Li Yijie's throat. Nangong Xue hurriedly held the sword, Liu Mujian didn't take her seriously, she still responded with the old trick, slashed her life, smashed at Cangquan Longyin, hooked the blade of the sword, pulled it in front of her, and laughed wildly: "Good sword! Come over to me too! You should follow the master who is worthy of using you!" At the same time, the afterimage sword attack did not stop, and it was still stabbing at Li Yijie. In the current situation, no one can save the two of them, and the victory or defeat is only in a blink of an eye!

Cheng Jiahua watched the battle on the ground, spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, and secretly thought: "How can this be good? Won't it be for the old madman to be killed here? It doesn't matter if he dies, but I do all this to live, I don't want to die, I don't want to die!"

Just as the tip of the Remnant Sword was about to touch Li Yijie's throat, it suddenly stopped. Liu Mujian gasped, the two hands holding the sword trembled violently, and a layer of black gas seeped in from the fingertips, gradually spreading to the entire palm, coming extremely fast, and everywhere he passed, a few wisps of white smoke rose up, accompanied by a sizzling sound, and there was a kind of burnt flesh and mush.

Liu Mujian's two palms quickly festered, and the bones could be seen in all ten fingers, but they were highly poisoned, and even the bones became jet black. He staggered back a few steps, his hands trembling until his arms trembled, and finally his whole body trembled, but he still clung to his sword.

Li Yijie's mind changed rapidly, and he already knew his reason. Hurriedly shouted: "It's poison on the hilt of the sword!" Uncle Liu, leave it behind!"

Liu Mujian didn't take it as a good intention, laughed loudly, and snorted coldly: "Don't think about it! shameless thief...... I've tried my best to get me to let go of the Seven Evil Jewels! I tell you, I'm ...... Never...... This treasure will help me get the most precious treasure in the world...... As long as I have a breath of air, no one will be allowed to fight its idea...... You little ghosts who don't know the height of the sky, see that this Holy Monarch has slaughtered you!" his palm ached violently, and his voice was like a ghost crying wolf, which sounded extremely terrible.

Nangong Xue shouted: "Uncle Liu......" Seeing that there was a black gas exuding from his hall, only a bloodthirsty hideous was seen in his eyes, his lips were gray like congealed stone slurry, and the tip of his tongue was spreading and blackening, all of which were highly poisonous in his body. At this time, Liu Mujian was furious, salivating at the corners of his mouth, squeaking and grinding two rows of teeth, as if he was going to pounce on him in the next moment, tearing and biting people to pieces. was so frightened that he didn't dare to step forward, grabbed Li Yijie's sleeve tightly, stuck to his side, and said in a trembling voice: "Master...... Senior Brother ......"

Li Yijie took care of his junior sister and didn't dare to fight hard with Liu Mujian, and took advantage of his scattered gaze to hurriedly pull Nangong Xue to avoid the corner, retreat to the side, and temporarily resolve the dilemma.

Cheng Jiahua pressed his chest, knowing that if he wanted to restrain Liu Mujian, this was the last chance, otherwise his demonic nature would flourish, and everyone present would die without a place to bury. No matter how weak the limbs were, they still stood up strongly, limped step by step, walked in front of Nangong Xue in half a step, and grabbed her hand, and at the same time, the whole person was unstable on his feet, almost paralyzed on her shoulders.

Nangong Xue was shocked, when she saw Liu Mujian's situation, there was only one panic word left in her mind, and she couldn't imagine anything else, just when Cheng Jiahua held the sword in her hand, she couldn't help but let go of the hilt.

Cheng Jiahua turned his feet, turned slightly sideways, and blocked in front of her. Facing Liu Mujian, Cangquan Longyin pointed directly at the tip of his nose and said, "Old horseman, what are you still rampant? Don't you want a sword? Come on, I'll give it to you, just come and get it!"

He only held the sword in one hand, and his strength was not enough to support the weight of the sword, and his arms couldn't help trembling, but in Liu Mujian's opinion, he deliberately shook it to provoke himself, which showed his arrogance. sneered: "What, little cub, you are not dead yet?" Cheng Jiahua said: "If I die first, how can I see your soul return to the West Heaven with my own eyes?"

Liu Mujian laughed and said, "What an arrogant boy! The old man is the Lord of the Seven Evil Saints, who personally holds the Seven Evil Treasures, returns with the universe, and lives with heaven and earth! With you, a little thief, you dare to act in front of me?" Cheng Jiahua said: "What are you proud of? It's the first time I've seen a fool like you in the world, holding two pieces of poison in your hands, but you still treat them as treasures and hold them to death." Ha, the Seven Evil Treasures, it is indeed a good treasure, enough to send you to hell!"

Liu Mujian twisted his eyebrows and said: "If you want to go to hell, you will go first." Against me, you know that you can't do it, for the sake of your commendable courage, this Holy Monarch will give you a chance to choose, you say, do you want to die under the Afterimage Sword, or ask for your life?" Cheng Jiahua said: "No need, even if you intend to let me follow you, I am not rare." If you want to kill me, your treasure won't kill people in the air, you come here! Hide far away, no one can touch anyone, I think you are afraid of losing, right?"

Nangong Xue heard Cheng Jiahua's constant provocative remarks and wanted to lure him closer, but he also lost his mind under impulse, and wanted to fight with him for life and death with Cangquan Longyin. If this is an afterimage sword, there is still something to be done, but this ordinary sword still can't stop the crazy Liu Mujian. also quietly pulled his sleeve and whispered: "Cheng Gongzi, don't ......" motioned to Li Yijie with his eyes, hoping that he could come to the rescue. But when I looked at his pale face, I remembered that his injury was not light, but I was afraid that the injury he suffered in the Shaolin Temple would be committed again, and it would be unreasonable for him not to care about him, and it would be inconvenient to be strong.

Liu Mujian sneered: "Joke, the old man's martial arts are the best in the world, and it is difficult to match it in the world, so he will lose to you a stinky hairy child......? What are you afraid of?" his lips trembled, his legs and feet stepped forward like zombies, and there was only a sword between him and Cheng Jiahua.

Cheng Jiahua was not afraid, and his arrogant words became more and more ostentatious, and said: "The seven evil treasures in your hands are fakes at all, what am I afraid of? If I like it, I can also build ten or twenty swords like this, and they will be distributed all over the street. Like this kind of Xibei thing, smart people will not be fooled, and only by deceiving a fool like you is a hundred tried. ”

Liu Mujian was so angry that he screamed a few times, and said, "What treasure do you know? How do you know that it's fake?" At this time, his palm was attacked by poisonous substances, and most of it had been corroded and burned out. But the poison disturbed people's minds, and they were still unaware.

In contrast to his monstrous anger, Cheng Jiahua's tone was always calm, and he said coldly: "Maybe I don't understand anything." But the real treasure, with the inheritance of the real hero, how can it easily fall into the hands of you, an old horseman? If I take the Cangquan Dragon Yin, I can chop you into pieces with one move. So I don't take advantage of you, if you want a sword, just take it, this young master will play with you with his bare hands, and if you want to win, you will still be nine out of ten. ”

Liu Mujian was secretly surprised: "How can a knife chop a person into pieces? Unless he cuts into the human body, stimulates the sword qi, and shatters the human body...... he has a confused mind, and it is doubly difficult to think about problems. But when he dared to underestimate himself in this way, he was furious and said, "I'll come to learn and learn, what kind of ability do you little cub have...... Bring it here!"

Cheng Jiahua handed out his long sword and said, "It's here, you can take it." Nangong Xue and Li Yijie were confused, but seeing that he was full of confidence, he seemed to have thought of a perfect plan and didn't need to help himself. was afraid that rash intervention would ruin his plan, and he didn't dare to act rashly for a while.

Liu Mujian's mind was confused, and he only had a vague thought left, thinking about the ancestor sword. As soon as he saw Cangquan Longyin in front of him, he could take it as long as he stretched out his hand, and then with a backhand sword, he could cut him in half on the spot with a backhand sword cut off Cheng Jiahua's Tianling cover. I wanted to pick it up with both hands, but I could hold something with both hands at the same time, and I couldn't leave a third hand empty.

The Remnant Sword and the Death Slash are the magic weapons for defeating the enemy, and in the future, they will conquer the world, and they are also equivalent to their own lifeblood. That is one thing that cannot be discarded, and one thing cannot be put down. This leaves us in a dilemma.

After some inner struggle, he finally put his heart sideways: "It's a big deal, the sword doesn't want it." Even if I am sorry for the ancestor of the sect, but I will not be the head of Huangshan soon, I am the supreme in the world, who dares to accuse me of deceiving the teacher and destroying the ancestor, I will be slaughtered with a wave of my hand. So he made up his mind, even if he cut the sword and Cheng Jiahua together, he would first execute this disrespectful imp.

However, when fighting, a split second is the difference between life and death, how can he be distracted in the slightest? Cheng Jiahua also took advantage of his momentary hesitation, his wrist turned suddenly, and the sword slashed through a sharp qi and slashed down obliquely. Only two "bang" and "bang" sounds were heard, and the Remnant Sword and the Death Slash fell at the feet of the two of them, along with the two ink-black and bloody palms that were still clenched on the hilt.

The blood at Liu Mujian's broken wrist was like a spring, at first it was a stream of thick black blood, which gradually faded until it turned bright red. The palm of his hand was chopped, not to mention that he couldn't stop the bleeding at the point, and it was difficult to hold even the most superficial wound. Now that the poison was gone, he slowly recovered his senses, and the pain surged up one after another, attacking his heart. couldn't help but cry out in grief and hissed: "Why...... Why ......" Nangong Xue saw this bloody scene with her own eyes, her face turned pale with fright, and she didn't dare to take another look at the two palms on the ground.

Cheng Jiahua swung out a sword with all his strength, which was also a big drain of physical strength, and he took a few breaths quietly, sneered, and said, "I told you early in the morning, this treasure is poisonous, and you just refuse to listen." Besides, this ancient tomb evil sect, maybe all the poisons in this sect are secretly refined, and there is no antidote? There is only one way to stop the spread of the toxin in your palm. Replaced by someone else, I'm afraid that I can't think of it for a while, and even if I think of it, I may not have the courage to break my wrist in time. ”

Liu Mujian kept screaming, and Cheng Jiahua said: "Don't scream, the pain won't kill you." I have experienced it myself, and I understand that it feels like my arm, which was cut off for myself. In fact, you should know that even if you take the antidote and save your life, the poison will rot when it gets into the flesh, and your two hands will be useless. Since it's a waste, what are you keeping it for? Your life is much better than mine, I cut off an arm, but you are only missing two palms, what is that? People heard that Liu Zhangmen, known as the Seven Evil Holy Monarchs, screamed like a pig at the slightest injury, but he was going to laugh off his big teeth. ”

If one arm is broken, the other hand can still make the sword work. But it's not like breaking two palms in a row, although the loss is relatively light at first glance, it is really a wasted person. Liu Mujian knew the reason, endured the severe pain, lifted the two broken wrists in front of him, and looked at the blood that was still gushing out in large quantities, as if he was watching his Spring and Autumn Dream also drift away, constantly inhaling cold air between his poorly closed mouths, and still wailing and screaming in his mouth.

This time, he confirmed the fact that his hands were crippled, but the first person in the martial arts would never fall into the hands of a cripple. His continuous cry of pain was not only the pain of a broken wrist, but the deep despair in his heart when he saw his long-term wish shattered in front of his eyes.

Cheng Jiahua sneered: "If you hadn't been confused by a few fake treasures, you might not have ended up now." This is a typical example of picking up sesame seeds and losing watermelons, but unfortunately the sesame seeds are also rancid, Master Liu, so in the end you will get nothing!" Liu Mujian said angrily: "Shut up! Shut up! Even if I lose today, I don't need you little cub to fake feelings and be sarcastic." As long as I still have a breath of air, I will take your head with my own hands!"