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His face turned pale with fright, and he tried to take a few steps back tremblingly.
Naihe was firmly imprisoned on the spot.
The facial expression was in unbearable pain, and a hissing howl came from the mouth.
"Look at his hands." He Weiping couldn't help but exclaimed.
Everyone looked in the direction he pointed, and saw that the hands of the cultivator from the Western Region turned red at this time.
It¡¯s like being roasted on a raging fire, it¡¯s red and hot.
Everyone couldn¡¯t help but shudder, and then discovered an even weirder scene.
The blood in the man's hands seemed to be boiling, flowing rapidly in the veins. As the sword hilt sucked, the blood in the Western Region cultivator's hands seemed to be sucked in bit by bit by the sword.
His hands were like the bark of a tree that was drying up quickly, suddenly becoming thinner and thinner.
His whole face showed an expression of horror, he turned his head in pain and screamed, "Help me, help, help me!"
¡°It¡¯s so scary.¡± 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 me is really disgusting.
He lost blood so quickly that his entire arm turned into dry wood and became completely limp.
But his hands were still holding the sword hilt.
There are various expressions of regret, anger, disappointment, and fear on the face.
Suddenly, a long sword flew over everyone's heads and shot straight at the person, cutting off her arms with a "whoosh" sound.
"Ah!" The cultivator from the Western Region screamed and fell to the ground suddenly.
Qiao Mu took her son's hand and took a step back slightly.
I saw the Western Master and his party walking forward quickly, looking around and fixating on the man who was aging rapidly and with a face as dry as tree bark.
"Master, Master! Save me, save, save me."
Master Western glanced at him up and down, showing an expression of compassion, "You are about to die."
Most of the blood in this man's body has been drained, and he simply cannot survive.
Even if he chopped off his arms with a sword and let him leave the strange stone tablet, it was a pity that he would not survive.
"No, Master, Master, I still don't want to die."
The Western Master was quite impressed by this person. In the selection of two hundred people, this person's cultivation 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 Region.
"Mrs. Mo, my man died under your eyes, should you give me an explanation?" Master Western ignored the dying cultivator and turned to look at Qiao Mu. As soon as he opened his mouth, he started to ask questions. .
"What do you want to say?" Mo Lian came slowly.
Zangyue and Peach Blossom God were walking beside him, looking up and down at the Western Master with slightly raised eyes.
Dunzhu lowered his head and was flapping his wings excitedly. He would stop and walk for a while, then run quickly twice, circling around the three of them, as happy as a god.
When the Western Master saw them, he was a little afraid in his eyes.
¡°After all, these young people are the kind of people whose cultivation even he can¡¯t see through.
The strength should not be underestimated!
It¡¯s too easy to offend.
But now, it seems unjustifiable if we don¡¯t take this opportunity to ask them for some compensation.
Therefore, he cast a look at the Southern Master next to him.
The Southern Master raised his red lips and couldn't help but hum.
Do you think she is stupid?
With a look from his Western Master, she had to jump out and give him orders?