City: I have a perverted martial arts system

Just hearing a "chi" sound, the ancient sword was affected by the suction force, and the angle was deviated. It was inserted into Luo Yan's shoulder and passed through it.

"Ouch——"

Luo Yan was heartbroken.

Not only was his physical body severely injured, but because this sword contained the deep internal power of Qian Sanjian and the bone-chilling cold energy of the ancient sword itself, the meridians were disturbed and the energy and blood throughout his body almost stagnated.

There was no effort at all.

Qian Sanjian was even worse. He was hit by the blunt edge of the Black Iron Sword, which hit his shoulder socket. His entire right arm was removed. The severed arm flew far away with the ancient sword and fell into the darkness.

middle.

!

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Qian Sanjian lowered his head and looked at the broken arm. The bones were connected to the blood vessels, like a bundle of cables that had been abruptly cut off. Blood was still splattering from the wound.

"Why, how could this happen?"

He took three steps back, his mind went blank, and he was dumbfounded.

The arm... is broken?

impossible!

He couldn't accept the fact that he had become a useless person!

And the one that is useless is my best right hand.

Although his left hand can also use a sword, it is far inferior to his right hand.

This broken arm can be said to have destroyed half of his cultivation.

Qian Sanjian's vision turned black and he felt that the world was spinning and his life was meaningless.

Naturally, he wants to escape reality.

He turned around and left this sad place, but his steps suddenly stopped again.

The person who destroyed his cultivation was right in front of him.

"You...must die!"

Qian Sanjian looked ferocious and stepped forward to end Luo Yan's life.

As for Luo Yan, his whole body was out of control at this moment and he couldn't use any strength at all.

He was about to wait for death. At this moment, the trees not far away suddenly shook and a figure jumped out.

The one holding the whip in his hand and his eyes glistening is Bai Su who has left and returned.

He walked slowly, and the Impermanent Whip dragged a long trace on the ground.

Make a rustling sound.

A proud smile appeared on his face, everything was under his control.

Qian Sanjian raised his raised palm and lowered it. Now that he was seriously injured, he might not be able to beat Bai Su.

The most important thing is that if he chooses to continue killing Luo Yan, Bai Su will take this opportunity to strike with thunder and kill Qian Sanjian.

Bai Su, on the other hand, did not dare to act rashly because of the prestige Qian Sanjian had accumulated over the years.

Just as Qian Sanjian thought, he was waiting for an opportunity to take action.

As for why he didn't wait for Qian Sanjian to kill Luo Yan before coming out, it was because he was afraid that Qian Sanjian would take away all the treasures.

Najie, ancient sword...

And that big black sword.

They are all rare treasures.

After careful consideration, Qian Sanjian decided to avoid its sharp edge for the time being and slowly backed away, preparing to pick up the ancient sword on the ground and then leave.

That was the sword that had been with him all his life.

Bai Su said sadly: "Qian Sanjian, if I were you, I wouldn't act rashly. Your sword belongs to me."

"Bai Su, you'd better think clearly whether you really want to go against our martial arts alliance."

Qian Sanjian was furious.

"Huh, I've been against you for so many years, I don't think I'll be against you for another few decades."

Bai Su shrugged, acting indifferent.

At worst, I'll go back to Northern Xinjiang.

Qian Sanjian narrowed his eyes and stared at him.

Bai Su's interruption actually made Qian Sanjian calm down.

For now, life-saving is the most important thing.

Because he was severely injured, Qian Sanjian was a blessing in disguise, his mentality was greatly tempered, and he vaguely touched the threshold of entering the King of Martial Realm.

After returning home, I will practice hard on my left-hand sword, and then I will gather many masters from the martial arts alliance to kill Bai Su and get back the ancient sword.

What kind of revenge cannot be avenged?

It's better than dying unknown now.

"Bai Su, you are fine!"

Qian Sanjian left these words coldly, and his figure disappeared into the bushes.

Only Luo Yan and Bai Su were left in the field.

Bai Su waited for a while to make sure Qian Sanjian had gone away.

He glanced at Luo Yan and knew at a glance that he had suffered internal injuries, so he ignored him and picked up the ancient sword in the distance.

Squinting slightly, I saw that the shape of the ancient sword was simple, and I couldn't tell what material it was made of.

It was very cold, and the word "Zhan Han" was written on the sword.

"Zhanhanjian, what a good name."

Bai Su was amazed and put it away happily.

Walked to Luo Yan and picked up the Black Iron Sword.

As soon as I mentioned it, there was a sudden bang, and the Black Iron Sword fell straight back to the ground.

"Why is it so heavy?"

Bai Su was startled and took a breath of cold air.

He is now in the middle stage of Wuzong. His body has been tempered many times and has great strength.

Can't even lift a sword?

"Then how did this kid do it?"

Bai Su glanced at Luo Yan suspiciously, gathered his inner strength, and then raised the Black Iron Sword.

I squinted my eyes and took a closer look, but unfortunately I couldn't see the mystery.

This further proves that the Black Iron Sword is not simple.

"It seems there are a lot of good things in Najie. It's worth the trip back from Northern Xinjiang!"

He believed that the Black Iron Sword was taken out of Najie.

With this in mind, Bai Su temporarily put down the Black Iron Sword and prepared to snatch away the ring.

As soon as I squatted down, I suddenly felt dizzy and frightened, so I quickly stood up.

Snap!

This time it was even worse. His legs were weak, his whole body was weak, and he fell to the ground uncontrollably.

Only then did he see clearly that Luo Yan was holding a medicine bottle in his hand. The bottle cap was open, and something seemed to be floating out.

"It's a colorless and tasteless poison!" Bai Su suddenly woke up and said cruelly, "You kid is plotting against me!"

“Each other!”

Luo Yan replied weakly.

His situation was not optimistic. At the beginning, he didn't even have the strength to raise his hand.

Just when Qian Sanjian and Bai Su were fighting each other, they finally regained some strength.

He did not dare to delay, so he took out a Jiuhua Jade Dew Pill from his system backpack and took it to stabilize his injury.

Then he took out a bottle of Sad Breeze and pulled off the cap. He was sure that Bai Su would definitely come over to pick up the Black Iron Sword. He would be poisoned by just inhaling it.

In the original work, Sad Breeze was produced by Xixia Yipintang. When it first came out, it not only caused poisoning, but also made people burst into tears and make their whole bodies feel weak.

Hence the name "Sadness".

Later, after Murong Fu improved it, he no longer shed tears, which made it even more difficult for people to guard against.

In the original work, except for Duan Yu, who is invulnerable to all poisons, no master can withstand the poison of the sad breeze.

Just like Bai Su now, lying on the ground like a puddle of mud, unable to lift a finger.

"You brat, detoxify me quickly, or I'll be the first to kill you when the drug wears off!"

"Haha, don't dream, my injury will heal soon, and I will kill you then!"

"You're so injured that even a chicken can't be killed."

"You are worse than a chicken."

"Bah, don't show off your power of words."

The two of them stared at each other and started talking to each other.

Time passed by minute by minute.

No matter how Bai Su boosted his energy, his internal strength could not be restored.

What made him most desperate was that Luo Yan's injuries healed as quickly as the naked eye.

My shoulder no longer bleeds and my complexion becomes natural.

Of course, Luo Yan was also poisoned by the sad breeze. Even if he recovered from his injuries, he still wouldn't have the strength to kill Bai Su.

But he has an antidote.

Seeing that the injury was under control, Luo Yan took out the antidote from his backpack and smelled it in Bai Su's face.

The expression is very bad.

Soon, he stood up slowly, holding on to the small tree next to him.

"Don't come over."

Bai Su exclaimed, sweating like liquid.

"Do you know why you died?"

Luo Yan raised the Zhanhan Sword and pointed it at Bai Su, "Because you are greedy and stupid! If I were you, I would wait for Qian Sanjian to kill me, then follow him and launch a surprise attack. That would be foolproof!"

After he said this, a trace of regret flashed in Bai Su's eyes.

What Luo Yan said makes sense. He was too greedy and lacked careful consideration, which is why he ended up like this.

Unfortunately, there is no regret medicine in the world, so all his grief and anger turned into hatred towards Luo Yan.

"Stop looking and suffer death!"

Luo Yan knew very well that villains die from talking too much, so after saying this, he cut off Bai Su's head.

Poor Bai Su, who managed to turn danger into a disaster after being on the run for decades in northern Xinjiang, now died at the hands of an unknown young man.

Seriously, man’s calculation is not as good as God’s calculation!

After touching the corpse and finding some resources from Bai Su's body, Luo Yan put away the Zhanhan Sword and Black Iron Sword, as well as Bai Su's Impermanent Whip, and left here quickly.