My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker Chapter 132: Famous Sword One
His face paled in shock, and his whole body tremblingly wanted to take a few steps back.
Naihe was imprisoned on the spot.
The facial expression was painful, and his mouth hissed.
"Look at his hand." He Weiping couldn't help exclaiming.
Everyone looked in the direction he was pointing, but saw the Western Region repairer, his hands turned red at this time.
As if roasting on a fire, the redness was so hot.
Everyone couldn't help but shudder, and then they found something even stranger.
The blood between the man's hands seemed to be boiling, flowing rapidly in the blood vessels. As the sword hilt sucked, the blood in the hands of the Xiyu practitioner seemed to be being sucked in by the sword little by little.
His hands are like bark that dries quickly, and he loses weight quickly.
The whole face showed a pale expression of horror, and turned his head in pain and cried out in shock, "Help me, help, help me"
"It's terrible." Several female cultivators stretched out their hands to cover their faces, and tried to suppress the feeling of turning over in their stomachs.
The person in front of me is really disgusting.
He lost blood very quickly, and his entire arm became dry and dead wood before it was completely soft.
But his hands are still holding the hilt of the sword at this time.
A variety of expressions of regret, resentment, disappointment, and horror appeared on his face.
Suddenly a long sword flew over everyone's heads and shot directly at the person, and cut off her arms with a "swish".
"Ah" The Western Region cultivator screamed and fell to the ground suddenly.
Qiaomu took his son's hand and stepped back slightly.
I saw a group of Western Masters, walking up quickly, looking around and fixing their eyes on the rapidly aging man whose face was as dry as a bark.
"Master, save me, save, save me."
The Western Master glanced at him up and down, showing a compassionate expression, "You are dying."
Most of the blood in this man's body was emptied, and he couldn't live at all.
Even if he cuts his arms off with a sword and lets him leave the strange stone monument, it is a pity that he will not survive.
"No, Master, Master, I still don’t want to die yet."
The Western masters were quite impressed with this person. In the 200-place trials at the beginning, this person's cultivation was considered to be very good.
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 man died under your nose. Shouldn't you tell me something" The Western Master ignored the dying and struggling cultivator, turned his head and looked at Qiao Mu, opening his mouth. Xingshi asked the crime.
"What do you want to say?" Moline came slowly.
Duanyue and Peach Blossom Gods are walking beside him, and they are looking up and down, looking up and down the Western Master.
With his head lowered, he was flapping his two wings with excitement, stopping and walking for a while, sprinting twice, circling around the three of them, happy as a fairy.
The Western master saw them with a little jealousy in his eyes.
After all, these young people are the kind of people who can't even break their cultivation.
Strength should not be underestimated
I can't afford to offend easily.
But now, if you don't take this opportunity to ask them for compensation, it seems a bit unreasonable.
So he cast a wink at the Southern Master~IndoMTL.com~The Southern Master raised his red lips and couldn't help but hum.
When she is stupid
His Western Master gave a wink, she had to jump out and give him orders
Dream it.
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Tell you a sad story.
What is this called today
This is called non-renewal at the beginning of the month, and sadness 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 called so deadly