Liu Mujian was unambiguous, threw the sword away from a distance, lifted the afterimage sword and stabbed Li Yijie's throat. Nangong Xue hurriedly held the sword with his sword. Liu Mujian didn't take her seriously, but still responded with his old tricks. He asked for his life to slash, smashed it at Cangquan Dragon Roar, hooked the sword's edge, pulled it in front of him, and laughed wildly: "What a sword! Come here together! You should follow the master who deserves to use yours!" At the same time, the afterimage sword's attack did not stop, and it still stabbed Li Yijie. No one saved the two of them anymore, and the victory or defeat was only in a flash!

Cheng Jiahua leaned on the ground to watch the battle, vomited a few more mouthfuls of blood, and complained in his heart, thinking to himself: "How is this good? I can't kill all the old madman here? It doesn't matter if he dies, but I do all this to survive. I don't want to die, I don't want to die!"

Just as the tip of the After Shadow Sword was about to touch Li Yijie's throat, it suddenly stopped. Liu Mujian took a breath of cold air, and his hands holding the sword trembled violently. A layer of black air penetrated from his fingertips and gradually spread to the entire palm. It was coming very fast, and there was a few wisps of white smoke rising from wherever he passed, accompanied by a sizzling sound, which made him feel like the burning flesh.

Liu Mujian's palms quickly festered, and bones could be seen with all his fingers, but he was poisoned and even his bones turned black. He staggered back a few steps, his hands trembling until his arms trembled, and finally his whole body trembled sharply, but he still held the sword tightly.

Li Yijie's thoughts changed rapidly and understood the truth. He hurriedly shouted: "It's poisonous on the hilt of the sword! Master Liu, please leave it down!"

Liu Mujian didn't think of it as a good intention, laughed loudly and snorted coldly: "Don't think about it! Shameless little thief... he tried his best to ask me to put down the Seven Evils and Three Treasures! I tell you, I... would never... be fooled by you! This treasure will help me get the treasures of the world... As long as I have a breath, no one will allow it to make any decisions... You little ghosts who don't know the heights of the sky, look at this Saint Lord killing you!" His palms were so painful, and his words were like ghosts crying and howling, which sounded extremely shrill and terrifying.

Nangong Xue cried out: "Sir Liu..." Seeing that there was a black air in his seal hall, there was only bloodthirsty ferociousness in his eyes, his lips were as white as stone slurry, and the exposed tongue tip spread black, which were all very poisonous. At this time, Liu Mujian was crazy, salivating, and grinding two rows of teeth, as if he was about to pounce on him in the next moment, tearing and biting the person to pieces. He was so scared that he didn't dare to step forward, he grabbed Li Yijie's sleeve tightly, put it next to him, and said in a trembling voice: "Sir... Senior Brother..."

Li Yijie took care of his junior sister and did not dare to fight against Liu Mujian. He was also taking advantage of his distracted eyes to hurriedly pull Nangong Xue away from the corner, retreated aside, and temporarily resolved the dilemma.

Cheng Jiahua pressed his chest, knowing that if he wanted to suppress Liu Mujian, it would be the last chance. Otherwise, his demonic nature would be strong and everyone would die without a place to bury him. No matter how weak his limbs were, he would still stand up, turn one by one, and drag it to Nangong Xue half a step, holding her hand, and at the same time he would not stand steadily, almost sagging on her shoulders.

Nangong Xue was shocked. When she saw Liu Mujian's situation, she only had a word of panic left in her mind. She could not imagine anything else. As soon as she realized that 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, blocking her. Facing Liu Mujian, Cangquan Long Yin pointed directly at the tip of his nose and said, "Old man, why are you still crazy? 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. His arms kept trembling. In Liu Mujian's eyes, he deliberately shook to provoke him, which showed his arrogance. He sneered: "Why, little boy, are you not dead yet?" Cheng Jiahua said: "If I die first, how could I see your soul return to the west with my own eyes?"

Liu Mujian laughed and said, "What an arrogant boy! I am the Seven Evil Saint Lord. I personally hold the Seven Evil treasures, return to the universe, and live with the world! With you, a coward thief, dare to show off your might in front of me?" Cheng Jiahua said, "What are you proud of? This is the first time I have seen a fool like you in the world. He holds two extremely poisonous pieces in his hand, but he still treats them as treasures and holds them. Ha, the Seven Evil treasures are indeed a good treasure, a treasure that can send you to hell!"

Liu Mujian frowned and said, "If you want to go to hell, you should go first. If you want to go to hell, you will do it first. If you know it is impossible, for your commendable courage, I will give you a chance to choose. Do you want to die under the afterimage sword or kill him?" Cheng Jiahua said, "No need, even if you intend to let me follow you, I don't care. If you want to kill me, your treasure will not kill people from a distance. Come here! You hide far away and no one can touch anyone. I think you are afraid of losing, right?"

Nangong Xue heard Cheng Jiahua constantly provoking him and wanted to draw him closer. She only said that he had lost his mind in impulse and wanted to fight him for life and death with Cangquan Dragon Roar. If this is the After Shadow Sword, there is still something to do, but this ordinary sword still cannot stop the crazy Liu Mujian. She also quietly pulled his sleeves and called in a low voice: "Young Master Cheng, don't..." She signaled Li Yijie with her eyes, hoping that he could rescue her. But when she saw his pale face, she remembered that he was not hurt, but she was afraid that the injuries she suffered in Shaolin Temple would be inflicted again. It would be unreasonable to not care about him for a few words, and it would be even more inconvenient to force others to do anything.

Liu Mujian sneered: "Just, I am the best martial arts in the world, and there is no match in the world. I will lose to you a stinky child? Come over and come over, then... what's that afraid?" His lips trembled, his legs and feet stepped forward like zombies, and there was only the length of the sword between him and Cheng Jiahua.

Cheng Jiahua was proudly unafraid, and his arrogant words became more and more silly, saying, "The treasures of the Seven Evils in your hand are all fakes. What am I afraid of? If I like them, I can create ten or twenty swords like this for you, and they will be spread all over the streets. Then, when people on the streets will have two more fights, it will be spectacular. Are smart people like this? Smart people will not be fooled, and only by cheating you like fools will they be able to try and try."

Liu Mujian was so angry that he screamed strangely, saying, "What treasure do you know? How do you know it is fake?" At this time, his palm was attacked by poisonous substance, and most of it had been corroded and burned. But the poison was still unaware of it.

In contrast to his angrily angry, Cheng Jiahua's tone was always calm and said coldly: "Maybe I don't know anything. But if a real treasure is inherited by a real hero, how can it easily be included in the hands of you, an old man? If I hold the Cangquan Dragon Roar, 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 naked hands and play with you. It's still a sure win."

Liu Mujian was secretly surprised: "How can one cut a person into pieces with one knife? Unless he cut into the human body, stimulated the sword energy, and shattered the human body..." He was confused and it was too difficult to think about problems. But when he heard that he dared to underestimate himself so much, he was furious and said: "I'll come and learn what you guys have! What about Cangquan Dragon Roar? By the way, that's the inheritance treasure of my sect, how can it fall into the hands of outsiders? Hurry up... take it over!"

Cheng Jiahua handed out his sword and said, "It's here, you take it." Nangong Xue and Li Yijie were confused, but when they saw that he was confident, they seemed to have thought of a complete plan and didn't need to help him. They were afraid that he would break his plan even if he intervened rashly, and he didn't dare to act rashly for the moment.

Liu Mujian was confused and had only a vague thought, thinking about the sword of the ancestor. When he saw Cangquan dragon roar in front of him, he could take it with just one hand. Then he had a backhand sword and cut it off Cheng Jiahua's sky spirit cap and could cut him into two halves on the spot. He had thought in his mind that he wanted to take it with both hands, but his hands were holding something at the same time, and the third hand could not be empty.

The After Shadow Sword and the Life-Stopping Slash are the magic weapons for you to defeat the enemy. In the future, it will be equivalent to your life root. It cannot be given up on one thing, nor can you let go of a single thing. This makes you fall into a dilemma.

After a lot of inner struggle, I finally made up my mind: "Best, don't want the sword. Even if I'm sorry for the founder of the school, I will soon not be the head of Huangshan. I am the supreme emperor in the world. Whoever dares to accuse me of bullying my master and destroying my ancestors? I will kill it with a wave of my hand." So I made up my mind, even if I cut the sword and Cheng Jiahua together, I will first execute this disrespectful little devil.

However, in a flash of life and death, how could he be distracted at all? Cheng Jiahua took advantage of his hesitation for a moment and turned his wrist suddenly. The sword passed by a sharp air and slashed down. He heard two "bang" and "bang", and the After Shadow Sword and the Life Sword fell at the feet of the two black and bloody palms that were still tightly clamped on the hilt of the knife.

The blood gushed like a spring when Liu Mujian broke his wrist. At first, there were thick black blood flowing, gradually fading until it returned to bright red. His palm was cut, let alone unable to press the acupoint to stop bleeding, even the shallowest pressing of the wound was difficult to do. As the poison disappeared, his mind slowly recovered, and the pain surged upwards, entering his heart. He couldn't help but screamed, "Why...Why..." Nangong Xue saw this bloody scene with her own eyes, and her face turned pale, and she didn't dare to look at the two palms on the ground again.

Cheng Jiahua swung his sword with all his strength, and he was exhausted. He breathed silently for a few breaths, sneered, and said, "I told you early in the morning that this treasure is poisonous, but you refused to listen. Where can I get you an antidote for a while? Besides, this ancient tomb evil sect may all be refined privately, and there is no antidote? There is only one way to stop the toxins in your palm from spreading. If it were someone else, I was afraid that I would not have the courage to cut off my arm in time, even if I thought about it, I might not have the courage to cut off my arm in time."

Liu Mujian kept crying and screaming, Cheng Jiahua said, "Don't scream, it will hurt you. I have also experienced it myself, and I understand that feeling, like my arm, was cut off by myself. In fact, you should know that even if you take the antidote to save your life, the poison will rot if it is touched by the flesh, and your hands will be ruined. Since it is a waste, why are you still doing? Your life is much better than mine. I cut one arm, but you just lack two palms. What's that? I heard the Sect Liu, who is known as the Seven Evil Saint Lord, screaming like a pig with a little injury, and it would be laughing out loud."

If one arm is broken, the other hand can still act with the sword. It is not like breaking two palms in a row. At first glance, although the loss is light, he has become a waste. Liu Mujian knew it well, endured the severe pain and raised his two broken wrists in front of him. Looking at the blood still gushing out a lot, it was as if he was watching his dream of spring and autumn being also wandering away. He kept inhaling air conditioning between his unclosed mouths, and was still wailing and screaming.

This time he confirmed the fact that his hands were disabled, but the first person in the martial arts world would never fall into a disabled hand. His repeated cry of pain was not only the pain of cutting off his wrist, but the deep despair in his heart as his wishes for many years were shattered in front of him.

Cheng Jiahua sneered: "If you weren't 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. Unfortunately, the sesame seeds are also rotten. Master Liu, so you won't get anything in the end!" Liu Mujian said angrily: "Shut! Shut! Even if I defeat myself today, I don't need you, a little boy, to pretend to be a sarcastic person. As long as I have a breath, I will definitely take the head on your neck with my own hands!"
Chapter completed!