Without hesitation, Liu Mujian threw the sword far away and raised the Residual Shadow Sword to stab Li Yijie's throat. Nangong Xue hurriedly blocked with her sword, but Liu Mujian didn't take her seriously and used the same move. He changed the direction of the Death Seeking Chop and smashed it toward Cangquan Longyin. He hooked the sword's edge and pulled it toward him. He laughed wildly and said, "Good sword! Come over here with me as well! You should follow a master who is worthy of you! "At the same time, the Residual Shadow Sword's attack didn't stop and continued to stab toward Li Yijie. In the current situation, no one could save the two of them. Victory or defeat would be decided in the blink of an eye!
Cheng Jiahua watched the battle while lying on the ground. He spat out a few more mouthfuls of blood and complained incessantly in his heart, "What should I do? I can't let the old madman kill them all here, right? It doesn't matter if they die, but I'm doing all this to survive. I don't want to die, I don't want to die! "
Just as the tip of the Residual Shadow Sword was about to touch Li Yijie's throat, it suddenly stopped. Liu Mujian sucked in a breath of cold air. His sword-wielding hands trembled violently. A layer of black gas seeped into his fingertips and gradually spread to his entire palms. It came at an extremely fast speed, and wherever it passed, a few wisps of white smoke rose, accompanied by a sizzling sound. There was also the smell of burnt flesh.
Liu Mujian's palms quickly festered, and his bones could be seen. But because he was poisoned, even his bones had turned black. He staggered back a few steps. His hands trembled until his arms trembled, and finally his whole body trembled. But he still held the sword tightly and didn't let go.
Li Yijie's mind raced, and he understood the reason. He hurriedly shouted, "There's poison on the sword hilt! Martial Uncle Liu, quickly throw it away! "
Liu Mujian didn't take it kindly at all. He laughed loudly and said coldly, "Don't even think about it! Shameless thief … You're trying to make me give up the Seven Demons and Three Treasures! Let me tell you, I … will never … fall for your trick! This treasure will help me obtain the most valuable treasure in the world … As long as I still have a single breath left in me, I won't allow anyone to have any ideas about it … You bunch of brats who don't know the immensity of heaven and earth, watch as this sage slaughters you all! "His palm was in severe pain and his voice was like the wailing of ghosts and howling of wolves. It sounded extremely mournful and terrifying.
Nangong Xue called out, "Martial Uncle Liu …" He saw a dark aura emitting from between his eyebrows, his eyes were bloodthirsty and ferocious, his lips were ashen white like congealed lava, and his tongue was black and spreading. These were all signs that he had been poisoned. At this time, Liu Mujian was in a frenzy. Saliva was dripping from the corner of his mouth, and he was grinding his two rows of teeth. It was as if he was going to pounce on someone and tear them apart at the next moment. He was so scared that he didn't dare to step forward. He tightly clutched Li Yijie's sleeve and stuck close to him. With a trembling voice, he said, "Senior … Senior Martial Brother …"
Li Yijie was concerned about his Junior Martial Sister, so he didn't dare to fight Liu Mujian head-on. Taking advantage of Liu Mujian's distracted gaze, he hurriedly pulled Nangong Xue away from the corner and retreated to the side, temporarily resolving the predicament.
Cheng Jiahua pressed his chest. He knew that this was his last chance to restrain Liu Mujian. Otherwise, if his demonic nature were to flourish, everyone present would die without a burial place. No matter how weak his limbs were, he forced himself to stand up. Limping and dragging, he walked over to Nangong Xue and held her hand. At the same time, he couldn't stand steadily and almost collapsed on her shoulder.
Nangong Xue was shocked. When she saw Liu Mujian's condition, there was only one word left in her mind: panic. She couldn't think of anything else. Just as she felt Cheng Jiahua's grip on the sword in her hand, she couldn't help but let go of the sword hilt.
Cheng Jiahua turned slightly to the side and stood in front of her. Facing Liu Mujian, Cangquan Longyin pointed at the tip of his nose and said, "Old man, why are you still so arrogant? Don't you want the sword? Come on, I'll give it to you. Come and take it! "
He was only holding the sword with one hand, his strength was not enough to support the weight of the sword. His arm kept shaking, but in Liu Mujian's eyes, he was deliberately shaking his arm to provoke him. It was clear how arrogant he was. He laughed coldly and said, "What, little bastard, you're not dead yet?" Cheng Jiahua said, "If I die first, how can I see your soul go to the Western Paradise with my own eyes?"
Liu Mujian laughed loudly and said, "What an arrogant little bastard! I am the Lord of the Seven Evil Spirits. I personally control the Seven Evils Treasures. I will die with the universe and live as long as the heavens and the earth! A cowardly little thief like you dares to show off in front of me? "Cheng Jiahua said," What are you so proud of? This is the first time I've seen an idiot like you in this world. You have two pieces of poison in your hands, but you still treat them like treasures and won't let them go. Ha, the Seven Evils Treasures are really good treasures. They're enough to send you to hell! "
Liu Mujian frowned and said, "If we're going to hell, you'll go first. You want to oppose me, you know you can't do it, but you still want to do it. Seeing how brave you are, this Sage will give you a chance to choose. Tell me, do you want to die under the Afterimage Sword or the Life Claiming Strike? "Cheng Jiahua said," No need. Even if you want me to follow you, I don't care. You want to kill me, but your treasures won't kill me from a distance. Come on! Hide far away, no one can touch each other. I think you're afraid of losing, aren't you? "
Nangong Xue heard Cheng Jiahua's continuous provocation and wanted to lure him closer. He thought that Cheng Jiahua had lost his mind and wanted to use the Cang Quan Dragon Chant to fight to the death with him. If it was the Afterimage Sword, it might be possible, but it was just an ordinary sword. It would not be able to stop the crazy Liu Mujian. He quietly pulled Cheng Jiahua's sleeve and called out in a low voice, "Cheng Gongzi, don't …" He signaled Li Yijie with his eyes, hoping that he would help him. But looking at Cheng Jiahua's deathly pale face, he remembered that Cheng Jiahua's injury was not light. He was afraid that the injury he received at the Shaolin Temple was acting up again. If he did not say a few words of concern, he would not force him.
With a cold laugh Liu Mujian said, "What a joke! Lao Fu's martial art skill is number one in the world, there is no one who can match me. How could I lose to a kid who is still wet behind the ears? Come on, come on, what … what are you afraid of? " His lips trembled, his legs stiffly stepped forward like a zombie. The only distance between him and Cheng Jiahua was the length of the sword.
Cheng Jiahua was proud and fearless, his arrogant words were even more ostentatious. He said, "The so-called Seven Evils Treasures in your hands are actually fake. What am I afraid of? If I like it, I can make ten, twenty swords like this for you. I can distribute them all over the street. When the time comes, everyone on the street will have two swords, and then they will fight in a chaotic battle. It will be a spectacular sight. Smart people will not be fooled by this kind of western stuff. Only by fooling an idiot like you will it work a hundred times. "
Liu Mujian was so angry that he let out a strange 'wahahaha' cry. "What do you know about treasures? How do you know they are fake? "By this time his palm had been invaded by the poison, more than half of it had been burned and corroded. But the poison was able to confuse people's mind, so they were completely unaware.
In contrast to Liu Mujian's monstrous anger, Cheng Jiahua's tone remained calm and unperturbed. He coldly said, "Perhaps I don't know anything. But a real treasure should be inherited by a real hero, how can it easily fall into the hands of an ignorant old man like you? If I have the Cang Quan Longyin, I can chop you into pieces in one move. Therefore, I won't take advantage of you. If you want the sword, just take it. This Shaoye will play with you with my bare hands. If I want to beat you, I am ninety percent sure. "
Liu Mujian was secretly surprised, "How can one chop a person into pieces? Unless it cuts into the body, activates the sword aura, and forcibly shatters the body … "His mind was muddled, so thinking about the problem was doubly strenuous. But hearing that Wei Xiaobao dared to look down on him like this, he was unable to restrain his anger. "I want to see what kind of skill you, little bastard, have! Where is the Cang Quan Longyin? That's right, that is our Sect's inherited treasure, how can it fall into the hands of an outsider? Quickly … quickly bring it here! "
Cheng Jiahua handed over the sword and said, "It is here, take it." Nangong Xue and Li Yijie were confused, but they also saw that Wei Xiaobao was full of confidence, as if he had already thought of a foolproof plan and did not need their help. They were afraid that if they rashly interfered, it would spoil his plan, so for the time being they did not dare to act rashly.
Liu Mujian's mind was in a mess, he only had a vague thought, which was about the Patriarch's treasured sword. As soon as he saw the Cangquan Longyin in front of him, he only needed to stretch out his hand to take it, and then with a backhand slash from the top of Cheng Jiahua's head, he would be able to split him in half on the spot. With this thought in mind, he wanted to take the sword with both hands, but both hands were holding something at the same time, so he did not have a third hand.
The Afterimage Sword and the Death Seeking Chop were his treasured weapons to defeat the enemy, and in the future when he conquered the world, they would be equivalent to his lifeblood. He could not abandon a single one of them, nor could he let go of a single one of them. Thus he was caught in a dilemma.
After struggling internally for a while, he finally made up his mind. "If worst comes to worst, I'll just give up the treasured sword. Even if I let down the Sect's Patriarch, soon I won't be the Yellow Mountain Sect's Sect Leader anymore. I'll be the world's supreme being, whoever dares to accuse me of deceiving my master and destroying my ancestors, I'll kill them with a wave of my hand. " Thereupon he made up his mind. Even if he had to chop the treasured sword and Cheng Jiahua together, he would first put this disrespectful little demon to death.
However, in a battle, a split second could mean the difference between life and death; how could he afford to be distracted? Cheng Jiahua also took advantage of this moment of hesitation to suddenly twist his wrist, and the treasured sword slashed down diagonally with a sharp Qi. "Bang! Bang!" The Afterimage Sword and the Death Seeking Chop fell at the two people's feet, along with the two ink-black, blood-stained palms still gripping the hilts.
Blood gushed out from Liu Mujian's severed wrist like a spring. At first it was thick black blood, but it gradually faded until it was bright red. With his palms chopped off, forget about sealing his acupoints to stop the bleeding, he could not even apply the most superficial pressure to the wound. Now that the poison was gone, he slowly regained his consciousness. Waves of pain surged up, attacking his heart meridian. He could not help but cry out in agony, "Why … why …" Nangong Xue saw this bloody scene with her own eyes and was so scared that her face turned pale. She did not dare to look at the two palms on the ground again.
Cheng Jiahua swung his sword with all his strength, which also consumed a lot of his strength. Without batting an eyelid he took several deep breaths, and then with a cold laugh he said, "I told you early on that this treasure is poisonous, but you refused to listen. Where can I get you the antidote in such a short time? Besides, this ancient tomb is strange; maybe the poison here was secretly refined, and there is no antidote? This is the only way to stop the poison from spreading in your palms. If it were someone else, I am afraid they would not have thought of it in such a short time. Even if they did, they might not have the courage to cut off their wrist in time. "
Liu Mujian continued to cry out miserably. Cheng Jiahua said, "Don't cry out, you won't die from the pain. I have experienced it myself, I know how it feels. Take this arm of mine, for example, I cut it off myself. Actually, you should know that even if I give you the antidote and save your life, the poison will rot as soon as it touches your flesh, and your hands will be crippled. Since they are useless, what's the point of keeping them? Your life is much better than mine. I cut off one of my arms, but you only lost two of your palms. What's the big deal about that? If people hear the Sect Leader of the Seven Evil Spirits Liu Mujian screaming like a pig being slaughtered because of a small injury, they will laugh their heads off. "
If one of his arms was cut off, the other hand would still be able to wield the sword. But it was not like having two palms cut off. At first glance, the loss was relatively light, but in the end, he was truly a cripple. Liu Mujian knew this was the truth. Enduring the severe pain, he lifted his two severed wrists in front of his face. Looking at the large amount of blood still gushing out, it was as if he was looking at his dream of spring and autumn drifting away. His mouth, which was not tightly closed, was constantly sucking in cold air, while his mouth was still crying out miserably.
This time he had confirmed the fact that his hands were crippled, but the title of number one in the Wulin world would definitely not fall into the hands of a cripple. His continuous cries of pain were not only from the pain of having his wrists cut off, but also from the deep despair in his heart as he watched his many years of dream being shattered before his eyes.
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