Chapter 5672 Famous Sword 1

His face turned pale with shock, and he tremblingly wanted to take a few steps back.

Nai He was firmly imprisoned on the spot.

His facial expression was unbearable pain, hissing and howling.

"Look at his hands." He Weiping couldn't help exclaiming.

Everyone looked in the direction he pointed, but saw that the Western Region cultivator's hands turned red at this moment.

It was astonishingly red and hot as if it was being roasted on a raging fire.

Everyone couldn't help shivering, and then discovered an even weirder scene.

The blood in the man's hands seemed to be boiling, flowing rapidly in the blood vessels, and as the hilt sucked, the blood on the hands of the cultivator in the Western Regions seemed to be sucked in by the sword little by little.

His hands are like bark that dries up quickly, and suddenly loses weight quickly.

The entire face showed a pale expression of horror, and he turned his head in pain and shouted, "Help me, save, save me!"

"It's terrible." Several female cultivators covered their faces with their hands, trying their best to suppress the overwhelming feeling in their stomachs.

The person in front of him was really disgusting.

He lost blood very quickly, before his entire arm turned into dry wood, completely limp.

But his hands are still holding the hilt of the sword.

Various expressions of regret, annoyance, disappointment, and fear appeared on the face.

Suddenly a long sword flew over the heads of the crowd and shot straight at that person, cutting off both her arms with a "whoosh".

"Ah!" The cultivator from the Western Regions screamed and fell to the ground suddenly.

Qiao Mu took his son's hand and took a slight step back.

I saw the Western Master and his party walking forward quickly, looking around and fixing their eyes on the man who was aging rapidly and whose face was as dry as bark.

"Master, Master! Save me, save, save me."

The Master of the West glanced at him up and down, showing a compassionate expression, "You are dying."

Most of the blood in this person's body was emptied, and he couldn't live at all.

Even if he cut off his arms with a single sword and made him leave that strange stone tablet, it is a pity that he would not survive.

"No, Master, Master, I still don't want to die."

The Western Master has a deep impression of this person. In the 200 trials, this person's cultivation base was considered to be excellent.

It's a pity that he followed the wrong team and the wrong person. This is the consequence of his betrayal of the Western Regions.

"Mrs. Mo, my person died under your nose, should you give me an explanation?" Western master ignored the dying cultivator, turned his head to look at Qiao Mu, and asked the teacher for his sin when he opened his mouth .

"What do you want to say?" Mo Lian came slowly.

Duanyue and Peach Blossom God Venerable were walking beside him, and they were looking up and down at the Western Master with slightly raised eyes.

With his head down, Dun Zhu was fluttering his two wings excitedly, stopping and walking for a while, running quickly for a while, circling around the three of them, happily like a fairy.

When the Western Master saw them, there was a bit of fear in his eyes.

After all, these young people are the kind of people who even he can't see through their cultivation.

Strength should not be underestimated!

It's easy to offend.

But now, it seems unreasonable not to take this opportunity to ask for some compensation from them.

Therefore, he cast a wink at the Southern Master beside him.

Southern Master raised her red lips and couldn't help humming.

When she is stupid?

With a wink from his Western Master, she has to jump out to serve him?

dream.

Let me tell you a sad story.

What is it called today?

This is called not updating at the beginning of the month, but sad at the end of the month.

I may have to add more...

I probably need twenty-two updates today? ?

Oh my God……

Don't learn from me when you study... This is so-called one-handedness...