Seeing that the short stick in the hand of the one-armed boy turned out to be a short sheathed thorn, the three of them couldn't help but feel vigilant, thinking that this man was going to kill him, but what happened next made the hairs on their heads stand on end, which was shocking to their eyes. Surprised, he broke out in a cold sweat.
I saw that the broken arm, which was originally bloody and bloody, was stabbed hard by the thorn with a pop, and there was also the sound of the thorn rubbing against the bone. The one-armed boy knelt down on the ground in pain, and veins popped out in his left hand. , pinched his right chest hard, maybe because the pain was too severe, he shouted and lost his voice. The three people watching looked at each other, preparing to sneak around this person and sneak away.
But at this moment, the lines on the left arm of the one-armed boy were seen crawling along his skin, gradually spreading to the place where the white bone thorns pierced, and flesh and blood appeared on the short thorns of the remaining arm. Then it grew rapidly downwards. In just a few breaths, a dark arm unexpectedly appeared. Its surface expanded and contracted, as if it could breathe. Then the one-armed boy also gradually expanded and contracted as his arm expanded and contracted. Back to life.
I saw the young man's eyes were scarlet, and the blood vessels under his skin were faintly glowing with black luster. He waved his right arm and smashed the stone next to him. Then he turned back and stared at the three of them, as if he had seen delicious food, and his mouth was salivating. Chi, with a greedy look on his face, thrust his right hand back and charged directly at the three of them.
"Get out of the way!" Zhao Xiaozhong saw that this man had lost his humanity like a wild beast, and felt something was wrong. He quickly pushed Fang Wei and Fang Wei away, and punched the black arm, knocking the one-armed boy down. Fly out.
"Okay!" Fang Wei and Shi Yurou were about to praise, but Zhao Xiaozhong looked ugly and quickly asked with concern: "Little brother, what's wrong with you?"
Zhao Xiaozhong waved his hand, indicating that it was nothing serious, "I'm fine, but there's something wrong with his arm. After I punched him just now, I felt quite uncomfortable, as if my strength and spirit had been taken away. When you fight with it, be careful not to come into direct contact with it."
The two nodded, and seeing the black-armed boy attacking Zhao Xiaozhong again, they quickly drew out their swords and stepped forward to fight. Fang Wei's two-star sword energy became more and more skillful, and he saw that the sword pierced the young man's black arm with cold energy, but the two-star sword energy was like a stone sinking into the sea, and was sucked into the black arm together with the cold energy on the sword. Then the black arm punched back, and a faint white fist hit Shi Yurou.
Shi Yurou dwarfed and narrowly avoided the attack. The shadow of the fist passed by her and was branded on the big stone behind her. There was a dent on the surface of the big stone, and then it cracked slightly on both sides. , and the sunken surface was actually covered with a layer of frost, which turned into a white mist under the sunlight.
Shi Yurou's long sword danced, and it was rolled up on her black arm like silk. She quickly pulled it to her side, but because her strength was too weak, the man didn't move at all. Then she made a arrogant sound and held the sword. He threw Shi Yurou out and fell far away.
"Miss Shi! Damn it!" Seeing Shi Yurou being knocked away, Fang Wei picked up the sword again, sent it forward, and struck directly at the black-armed young man's face. He saw the young man's right arm facing the sword and covering it. Seeing this, Fang Wei groaned and used a little more strength, wanting to smash the black arm into pieces, but when the tip of his sword came into contact with the palm of the black arm, it seemed to have penetrated into cotton, and the sword swung out. Being sucked in, he secretly thought that was bad and quickly let go and stepped back.
After the sword sank into the black arm, the young man flicked the black arm, and a black sword appeared in his palm. Only half of the black sword's blade was exposed from the palm, and then he slapped Fang Wei in front of him with one palm. When Fang Wei saw this, his heart tightened, but his reaction was not slow. He took off the scabbard of the sword and made a backhand slash to deflect the young man's attack. Then he used the thrust to roll in the opposite direction and escaped. The attack range of the black-armed boy.
Because of the black sword, Zhao Xiaozhong could no longer get close to him and could only hide in embarrassment. Fang Wei, who only had a scabbard, lost the opportunity to attack actively. Although Shi Yurou wanted to give Fang Wei her sword. , but they were advised to stay and defend themselves. It was originally a back-and-forth fight, but now the three of them could only act as helpless defenders, and the three of them also knew that it was only a matter of time before they were defeated, and death would be what greeted them then.
Gradually, the three of them became exhausted, with a few scars on their bodies, their expressions were sluggish, and they were breathing heavily. At this time, the black sword in the black-armed boy's hand grew a little bigger. Jie Jie screamed a few times and attacked them again.
Just when the black-armed boy was halfway through the rush, he saw a flash of cold light in front of him, and a soul-chasing shovel stopped in front of him with a bang. He suddenly became nervous and turned around to run away, but However, he was stopped by a small figure behind him, and he could only hear this man chanting: "Amitabha, you are just a little demon with phantom limbs. You dare to do such mischief before you have been cultivated. Let's see how I accept you!"
I saw a chubby little monk carrying a bulging bag and glaring at the black-armed boy angrily. When the black-armed boy saw that there was a little monk in front of him, his eyes flashed red, and his face became more disdainful. A sword struck him just like him, but the little monk seemed not to see it, standing there motionless.
"Little monk, run quickly! This black-armed boy has lost his humanity, I'm afraid you are no match for him!" Shi Yurou saw that the young monk seemed to be frightened, so she hurriedly warned him, and with strong energy, she dragged her sword towards the young monk. When Fang Wei and Zhao Xiaozhong saw this, they also gritted their teeth and hurried forward.
But at this moment, I only heard the young monk shout: "Om!" With this Buddhist mantra, the young man suddenly froze, his black arms began to tremble, and the black long sword fell on the ground with a clang. He fell to the ground, lost the black arm wrapping, and changed back to his original appearance. Then the black-armed boy's face turned ferocious again, and he knelt on the ground in pain, trembling.
The three of them were startled when they saw this, and they were dumbfounded. How could a monster that they couldn't fight with all their strength be solved with just one word from this little monk's mouth? Just when he was about to ask, the black-armed young man suddenly stood up and pinched the young monk's neck with his dark palms. The young monk was proudly waiting for everyone's praise. How could he have expected that a strange vision suddenly occurred and he screamed in surprise? : "Oh my god!" He threw the package away, turned around and ran away.
Shi Yurou used her last strength to thrust out the long sword and wrapped it around the black-armed boy's waist, trapping his movement. Fang Wei took the opportunity to pick up the long sword, because he had learned the previous lesson and just thought about dealing with the black arm, but it didn't have any effect. This time he directly wrapped the cold air around his whole body, slowing down his movements.
Zhao Xiaozhong saw the shovel on the ground, picked it up and was about to throw it at the black-armed boy. At this time, the young monk saw that the man did not catch up. When he looked back, he found that the black-armed boy was under control, and he couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. It happened that he saw a little man picking up his shovel and preparing to throw it over. He quickly shouted: "Little man, throw the shovel over."
Zhao Xiaozhong had a dark look on his face, he was obviously half-hearted, why do you call me a dwarf, but the situation was urgent but he couldn't care about anything else and hurriedly threw the shovel at the little monk. I saw the little monk turned around and jumped, just in time to catch the soul-chasing shovel in mid-air, and then slashed down with both hands, "Hey! Monster, eat my Xiaoyuan shovel!"
The shovel struck directly at the root of the black arm, cutting off the black arm from the roots. The black arm, which had lost its connection to the body, fell to the ground with a snap, and the one-armed boy also collapsed. It was so soft that it fell to the ground and there was no movement.
I saw that the surface of the black arm on the ground dried up quickly, as if the water had evaporated. The black flesh and blood on the surface quickly dissolved, leaving only a pale bone spur on the ground, and the black thing finally turned into a puddle. Black water, this pool of black water seemed to be alive, squirming on the ground, as if feeling the breath of the host, slowly crawling along the grass towards the body of the one-armed boy.
Seeing this, the little monk quickly reached out and took out a small bottle from his arms, unplugged the stopper, and sprinkled the powder inside on the black water. The black water suddenly became restless and started to gurgling. There were bubbles, like boiling water, and then turned into a black smoke with a burnt smell and dissipated in the air.
After going through all kinds of difficulties and obstacles, they finally defeated this formidable enemy. The tense spirits of the three people were finally relieved. Their bodies softened and they could no longer raise any strength. They leaned heavily on the tree and looked at the little monk in front of them panting. Said: "Thank you for the little eminent monk's help. I don't know the name of the little eminent monk..."
"Don't dare to take it, don't take it. The young monk's name is Yuan Hua. He heard the sound of fighting here by chance and came here after hearing the news. It's so good." The young monk recalled that he almost had a big accident because of his carelessness just now, and he looked embarrassed. He said, fortunately, no one paid attention to this matter. While talking to him, he turned around and picked up the package that had just fallen to the ground, pretending to pat the dust on it to cover up his embarrassment.
"Wei below, during the fight just now, I heard you call me a little demon with phantom limbs. What do you mean?" Fang Wei was confused. Taking this opportunity, he hurriedly asked, "And what did you say just now?" Word actually made this black arm lose control?" The two people on the side also pricked up their ears, waiting for Yuan Hua's answer.
"I just used the Om formula in the 'Six-Character Great Ming Mantra'. This formula can purify the body's obstacles. Because his black arm is not his own thing, so I caused the black arm's rejection by eliminating his physical obstacles. Feeling..." The young monk thought for a moment and saw that the words and deeds of these people did not look like criminals, so he explained aloud, "And this black arm, it's a long story..."
