Chapter 1828
The poison in the left arm spread rapidly, and the entire left arm has lost consciousness, and the shoulder has gradually lost consciousness.
Sen Leng stared at Futian, Feng Wuchen said, "Did you get the title of the number one genius in the Star Soul Realm by means of inferiority?"
Futian sneered slightly: "I only look at the results, not the process. No matter how gorgeous the process is, what's the use of it if I die?"
Futian spread his hands and sneered: "Young Master Chen, the result is obvious now, is your left hand unconscious?"
Feng Wuchen's face sank, extremely ugly.
Seeing Feng Wuchen's gloomy face, Futian sneered and said, "Young Master Chen, the poison of the lethal needle is enough to poison the powerful god emperor. You are a mere god emperor, and you can't resist it."
"Losing consciousness?" The expressions of everyone in the Wushuang Temple changed drastically at the same time.
"Wuhen, do you know what kind of poison it is?" Xu Feng asked quickly.
Liu Wuhen shook his head anxiously and said, "I don't know either, but if Shao Chen loses consciousness in his arm, it means that the meridian in Shao Chen's left hand has been occupied by the poison."
"What?" As soon as Liu Wuhen said this, everyone's expressions changed drastically.
Gao Moyang asked in panic, "Is there a way to get rid of the poison? Or suppress it?"
"I don't know either." Liu Wuhen shook his head, but then thought of something, and quickly said: "By the way, there is little fire in the dust, and the blue-scale snake venom can be swallowed. Chen Shao should be fine, you don't have to worry about it."
"Shen Huo?" Ye Ming, Situ Hao and the others' faces changed drastically, and they were stunned on the spot.
"That's right, that's right, there is no fire in the dust!" Xu Feng was overjoyed.
Yang Mei'er frowned slightly and said, "Is that the black flame of Young Master Chen?"
"That's right! That's Wuhuo ranked third on the Shenhuo list!" Xu Feng said excitedly.
Hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
"There is little dust, the poison of the silver needle is very powerful, quickly activate the divine fire to devour it!"
A panicked voice came.
Feng Wuchen still stared at Futian coldly, and a terrifying murderous aura filled the air, Feng Wuchen asked coldly, "You want to kill me?"
Futian shrugged and sneered: "If you are a master, casualties are inevitable. Besides, Young Master Chen has always retained his strength and despised my existence. There is no way for me to do this. Otherwise, how can I force Young Master Chen to do his best?"
"Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?" Feng Wuchen asked coldly.
"Chen Shao is now unconscious in his left arm. If he has time to suppress it, he can still hold on for half an hour. His injuries are heavier than mine, and he has lost his left arm. How can Shao Chen kill me?" Futian asked with a sneer, not afraid of Feng Wuchen's threat at all. .
"I want to kill you is just as easy as the palm of your hand." Feng Wuchen said coldly.
Hearing this, Futian frowned slightly, and the picture of Feng Wuchen appearing beside him two times strangely appeared in his mind, but he didn't notice it at all.
If at that moment, Feng Wuchen wanted to kill him, Futian would have already died.
"Pong!"
As soon as the thought moved, the black fire was urged, and Feng Wuchen's left arm ignited a black flame, and a cold and domineering aura swept out wildly.
"Black flame? How can the flame have an icy aura? What the hell is this?"
"Shen Huo!" Ye Ming, Situ Hao and the others exclaimed.
"It's actually a black flame! Is that the black flame that Master Xu Feng said? It's so cold." The disciples of the Wushuang Temple were horrified.
As soon as the black fire came out, the poison in Feng Wuchen's left arm disappeared instantly.
Bi-scale snake venom can't help Wuhuo, let alone more poisonous than Bi-scale snake venom, it doesn't pose any threat to Feng Wuchen at all.
The poison disappeared, and the unconscious left arm was restored to its original state.
"This...how is this possible..." Seeing Feng Wuchen clenching his left arm into a fist, Futian paled in shock, his pupils shrank suddenly, his face full of disbelief.
The highly poisonous poison that can be killed by even the strongest of the god emperor actually has no effect on Feng Wuchen.
"Yan Sheng Jue!" Feng Wuchen snorted coldly in his heart, and the Yan Sheng Jue was displayed, and the injury recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"The injury...recovered...this...what's going on? Did he take the medicine pill? Impossible, the medicine pill can't have such a terrible effect. "Futian's face changed greatly again, looking at Feng Wuchen like a monster.
"hiss......"
The disciples of the Wushuang Temple were all terrified, and couldn't help gasping for breath.
Although Feng Wuchen's injury was not serious, he could recover in an instant. Such a miraculous thing was unheard of.
In addition, Feng Wuchen's aura showed no signs of weakening, as if the fierce battle just now did not consume any strength.
"Tell me, how do you want to die?" Feng Wuchen asked coldly, and the frightening murderous aura surged out, as if it were real, suffocating.
At the moment when Feng Wuchen's words fell, people had appeared strangely behind Futian, with his back to Futian, and his fierce momentum was breathtaking.
Feeling the terrifying murderous aura of Feng Wuchen, Futian was so frightened that his whole body trembled.
When Feng Wuchen appeared, Futian didn't notice it.
In other words, if Feng Wuchen killed him at that moment, Futian didn't even know what happened.
"What a terrifying look, what a terrifying murderous aura." Futian swallowed a mouthful of saliva in horror, and a strong fear surged in his heart.
At this moment, Futian was stunned by Feng Wuchen, and he felt powerless to move, as if he had encountered a top powerhouse.
That kind of hellish feeling was the first time Futian had felt in the decades he had lived.
"Damn! How can I feel scared? It's impossible! He's just a three-star god, how can he make me feel scared?" Futian said in horror, sweating from his back.
At this moment, Futian regretted coming to the Wushuang Temple to pretend.
"Anything to be afraid of, disappear for me!" Futian roared angrily in his heart, and terrifying power burst out wildly.
His eyes were bloodshot and extremely ferocious, and Futian was like a beast running wild at this moment.
"laugh!"
However, just as Futian was furious, a sword light flickered, and blood spurted out.
Futian's expression suddenly shook, and a sharp pain spread all over his body instantly.
"Ah! My hand!" Futian screamed in horror.
An arm had already flown out of Futian, and that sword light was exactly the immortal sword in Feng Wuchen's hand severing. The speed was so fast that Futian didn't notice it.
The sudden scene made everyone in the Wushuang Temple unexpected, and everyone was stunned at the moment.
Before the victory or defeat, Feng Wuchen cut off Futian's hand.
"Feng Wuchen! There is no winner or loser, how dare you cut off my hand!" Enduring the pain and panic, Futian roared furiously.
"When you poisoned me, the bet was gone. If I didn't get rid of the poison, my left hand would also be destroyed by you, right?" Feng Wuchen said calmly, his icy voice did not contain any human beings. Emotions are like falling into an ice cellar, icy and biting.
The poison in the left arm spread rapidly, and the entire left arm has lost consciousness, and the shoulder has gradually lost consciousness.
Sen Leng stared at Futian, Feng Wuchen said, "Did you get the title of the number one genius in the Star Soul Realm by means of inferiority?"
Futian sneered slightly: "I only look at the results, not the process. No matter how gorgeous the process is, what's the use of it if I die?"
Futian spread his hands and sneered: "Young Master Chen, the result is obvious now, is your left hand unconscious?"
Feng Wuchen's face sank, extremely ugly.
Seeing Feng Wuchen's gloomy face, Futian sneered and said, "Young Master Chen, the poison of the lethal needle is enough to poison the powerful god emperor. You are a mere god emperor, and you can't resist it."
"Losing consciousness?" The expressions of everyone in the Wushuang Temple changed drastically at the same time.
"Wuhen, do you know what kind of poison it is?" Xu Feng asked quickly.
Liu Wuhen shook his head anxiously and said, "I don't know either, but if Shao Chen loses consciousness in his arm, it means that the meridian in Shao Chen's left hand has been occupied by the poison."
"What?" As soon as Liu Wuhen said this, everyone's expressions changed drastically.
Gao Moyang asked in panic, "Is there a way to get rid of the poison? Or suppress it?"
"I don't know either." Liu Wuhen shook his head, but then thought of something, and quickly said: "By the way, there is little fire in the dust, and the blue-scale snake venom can be swallowed. Chen Shao should be fine, you don't have to worry about it."
"Shen Huo?" Ye Ming, Situ Hao and the others' faces changed drastically, and they were stunned on the spot.
"That's right, that's right, there is no fire in the dust!" Xu Feng was overjoyed.
Yang Mei'er frowned slightly and said, "Is that the black flame of Young Master Chen?"
"That's right! That's Wuhuo ranked third on the Shenhuo list!" Xu Feng said excitedly.
Hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
"There is little dust, the poison of the silver needle is very powerful, quickly activate the divine fire to devour it!"
A panicked voice came.
Feng Wuchen still stared at Futian coldly, and a terrifying murderous aura filled the air, Feng Wuchen asked coldly, "You want to kill me?"
Futian shrugged and sneered: "If you are a master, casualties are inevitable. Besides, Young Master Chen has always retained his strength and despised my existence. There is no way for me to do this. Otherwise, how can I force Young Master Chen to do his best?"
"Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?" Feng Wuchen asked coldly.
"Chen Shao is now unconscious in his left arm. If he has time to suppress it, he can still hold on for half an hour. His injuries are heavier than mine, and he has lost his left arm. How can Shao Chen kill me?" Futian asked with a sneer, not afraid of Feng Wuchen's threat at all. .
"I want to kill you is just as easy as the palm of your hand." Feng Wuchen said coldly.
Hearing this, Futian frowned slightly, and the picture of Feng Wuchen appearing beside him two times strangely appeared in his mind, but he didn't notice it at all.
If at that moment, Feng Wuchen wanted to kill him, Futian would have already died.
"Pong!"
As soon as the thought moved, the black fire was urged, and Feng Wuchen's left arm ignited a black flame, and a cold and domineering aura swept out wildly.
"Black flame? How can the flame have an icy aura? What the hell is this?"
"Shen Huo!" Ye Ming, Situ Hao and the others exclaimed.
"It's actually a black flame! Is that the black flame that Master Xu Feng said? It's so cold." The disciples of the Wushuang Temple were horrified.
As soon as the black fire came out, the poison in Feng Wuchen's left arm disappeared instantly.
Bi-scale snake venom can't help Wuhuo, let alone more poisonous than Bi-scale snake venom, it doesn't pose any threat to Feng Wuchen at all.
The poison disappeared, and the unconscious left arm was restored to its original state.
"This...how is this possible..." Seeing Feng Wuchen clenching his left arm into a fist, Futian paled in shock, his pupils shrank suddenly, his face full of disbelief.
The highly poisonous poison that can be killed by even the strongest of the god emperor actually has no effect on Feng Wuchen.
"Yan Sheng Jue!" Feng Wuchen snorted coldly in his heart, and the Yan Sheng Jue was displayed, and the injury recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"The injury...recovered...this...what's going on? Did he take the medicine pill? Impossible, the medicine pill can't have such a terrible effect. "Futian's face changed greatly again, looking at Feng Wuchen like a monster.
"hiss......"
The disciples of the Wushuang Temple were all terrified, and couldn't help gasping for breath.
Although Feng Wuchen's injury was not serious, he could recover in an instant. Such a miraculous thing was unheard of.
In addition, Feng Wuchen's aura showed no signs of weakening, as if the fierce battle just now did not consume any strength.
"Tell me, how do you want to die?" Feng Wuchen asked coldly, and the frightening murderous aura surged out, as if it were real, suffocating.
At the moment when Feng Wuchen's words fell, people had appeared strangely behind Futian, with his back to Futian, and his fierce momentum was breathtaking.
Feeling the terrifying murderous aura of Feng Wuchen, Futian was so frightened that his whole body trembled.
When Feng Wuchen appeared, Futian didn't notice it.
In other words, if Feng Wuchen killed him at that moment, Futian didn't even know what happened.
"What a terrifying look, what a terrifying murderous aura." Futian swallowed a mouthful of saliva in horror, and a strong fear surged in his heart.
At this moment, Futian was stunned by Feng Wuchen, and he felt powerless to move, as if he had encountered a top powerhouse.
That kind of hellish feeling was the first time Futian had felt in the decades he had lived.
"Damn! How can I feel scared? It's impossible! He's just a three-star god, how can he make me feel scared?" Futian said in horror, sweating from his back.
At this moment, Futian regretted coming to the Wushuang Temple to pretend.
"Anything to be afraid of, disappear for me!" Futian roared angrily in his heart, and terrifying power burst out wildly.
His eyes were bloodshot and extremely ferocious, and Futian was like a beast running wild at this moment.
"laugh!"
However, just as Futian was furious, a sword light flickered, and blood spurted out.
Futian's expression suddenly shook, and a sharp pain spread all over his body instantly.
"Ah! My hand!" Futian screamed in horror.
An arm had already flown out of Futian, and that sword light was exactly the immortal sword in Feng Wuchen's hand severing. The speed was so fast that Futian didn't notice it.
The sudden scene made everyone in the Wushuang Temple unexpected, and everyone was stunned at the moment.
Before the victory or defeat, Feng Wuchen cut off Futian's hand.
"Feng Wuchen! There is no winner or loser, how dare you cut off my hand!" Enduring the pain and panic, Futian roared furiously.
"When you poisoned me, the bet was gone. If I didn't get rid of the poison, my left hand would also be destroyed by you, right?" Feng Wuchen said calmly, his icy voice did not contain any human beings. Emotions are like falling into an ice cellar, icy and biting.
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