Chapter five hundred and sixty seventh broken hand
Xia Chen slowly took back his breath, raised his head and glanced at the seven beacon towers, and then jumped off the platform like a thunderbolt and came to the front of everyone.
Everyone looked at him with dull expressions, as if they were looking at a monster.
"I'm sorry, please ask Senior Brother Liu, do you want to chop off your left hand or right hand?" Looking at Liu Xuanyang, Xia Chen said calmly.
This sentence was no different from what he had asked Li Chaoji before, but no one expressed their anger again. After breaking through the Great Perfection of Genius and activating the seven beacon towers, these first-level magical monks could only look up at Xia Chen with unwilling eyes.
Liu Xuanyang's face was pale, and he looked at Xia Chen with eyes full of despair and complexity. A moment ago, he thought he had won, but now he realized that his loss was not unfair at all.
He gritted his teeth without saying a word, stretched out his left palm, and his right palm was like a knife, and he was about to chop it off hard.
"Stop, Xuanyang, you are a rare genius in the sect. How can you harm yourself for a junior in the alliance? Stop it immediately." An anxious voice came out sharply.
A ray of light suddenly approached from a distance, and the figure of a thin old man appeared.
He stood in the air, and the power of his spiritual thoughts swept over him. He was obviously a monk with the second level of supernatural power. But at this moment, the face of this thin old man was full of shock, anger and anxiety.
Liu Xuanyang's hands froze, and he knelt down slowly and said with tears: "Master, this disciple is incompetent. He even lost to the genius of Dzogchen. This bet was made by the disciple himself, how can he go back on it?"
The thin old man said angrily: "Why can't you go back on your word? A small first-level envoy of the alliance dares to act arrogantly in my sect. I can separate him from life and death at any time. How dare he negotiate any conditions with us?"
He glanced at Xia Chen with two stern eyes and said sternly: "Junior, your potential is only so-so. Since you are a genius like Xuanyang, this game is a draw. What do you think?"
Xia Chen frowned: "Senior, haven't you seen it? This junior has inspired seven beacon towers, but your disciple has not inspired one. Who wins and who loses, do you need me to tell you?"
"Presumptuous." The old man said with a dark face, "I said it was a draw because I was trying to save face for you. Don't be shameless."
Xia Chen's eyes flashed coldly and he was about to speak.
Suddenly, a voice sounded in mid-air: "Senior brother Yu, what nonsense are you talking to this junior? This is the sect. Who dares to be so presumptuous? A first-level envoy of the alliance who is about to die dares to tremble? Tell him, that's it.
It’s a draw, you have to accept it, you have to accept it, you have to accept it if you don’t accept it!”
After the words fell, the light flashed, and a big man in black emerged. He glared at Xia Chen fiercely, then looked at Liu Xuanyang, and said loudly: "Senior nephew Xuanyang, your master and I are the masters of this world.
No one dares to force you to lift a finger!"
"Thank you, Junior Brother Sun, for your generous help." The old man surnamed Yu's face became much more relaxed, and he said like a big man in black holding his fists.
"Hey, senior brother, you're welcome." The big man surnamed Sun returned the greeting, "I can't help you with anything else, but the grandson of the alliance wants to bully my nephew, no way, this bet must be a draw!"
"What kind of draw is this? You're giving him too much face. How can a junior from the Alliance win in my sect? He must lose this bet." Another stern voice sounded.
A ray of light came out, revealing the figure of a petite woman.
She was stern, her face was covered with frost, and although she was quite beautiful, she looked like she was repulsive to others.
"Junior sister Li is here too!" Seeing this woman, the old man named Yu and the big man named Sun said in unison.
"Two senior brothers!" The woman surnamed Li gave a slight salute, looked at Xia Chen in the air, sneered, and suddenly said loudly: "My fellow sects, our Tianlan Sect is the land of the Holy Sect. How can we allow Xiao Xiao from the alliance to be so wanton?
My sect wants to show off its prestige, but you have come to the wrong place. Everyone is wondering if this junior loses and Master Nephew Liu wins!"
"Yes!" More than a hundred voices rang at the same time.
It turned out that while the three of them were talking, the magical cultivators who had been peeping just now kept coming over to find out what was going on. In a short time, hundreds of them had gathered, and there was a steady stream of escape lights, and a large number of cultivators arrived.
When they heard what the woman surnamed Li said, they all couldn't help laughing in unison.
Some people followed the words and shouted loudly: "You little brat from the alliance, so many people have witnessed that you lost. You just lost. Why don't you cut off your hands quickly? I'm willing to admit defeat!"
"It's just a little interest for me to admit defeat. He has to cut off two palms, and he has to pay for one of the hands of Master Nephew Li!"
"That's not enough. If you cut off both hands, you have to make him kneel down and kowtow. We can't get up until we are satisfied and agree."
Many people responded in a vicious tone.
Xia Chen had no expression on his face, but deep down he was filled with anger. He said loudly: "It turns out that your sect is used to referring to deer as horses, confusing right and wrong. It really makes the monks all over the world laugh at you!"
"Stop talking nonsense, cut off your hands quickly, and then kneel down and kowtow to beg for mercy, otherwise your head will fall to the ground. You can weigh it yourself!" The big man surnamed Sun shouted coldly.
"I would like to admit defeat, but unfortunately your disciple Liu Chunyang may not give in. His palm will have to be cut off even if the head of the Tianlan Sect comes to stop it today!" Xia Chen said word by word.
When everyone saw his stubbornness, they were furious.
"Master, Uncle Sun, Aunt Li, and all the elders, this disciple is incompetent. Before the bet with Xia Chen, he swore an oath of inner demon poison. This hand must be chopped off." Liu Xuanyang said with a pale face.
At this moment, he felt regretful even in his intestines. Why did he gamble with Xia Chen and make a vow of inner demons? It would be better now to cut off his hand in front of the public. It would be so embarrassing.
"What?" Everyone was shocked, and their faces instantly turned cold.
Compared with the Heart Demon Poison Oath, the cultivation level has stagnated, and one palm is not that important.
"You...you are so confused!" The old man surnamed Yu was so angry that he was shaking all over, pointing at him and speechless.
Liu Xuanyang lowered his head and remained silent.
The woman surnamed Li and the man surnamed Sun looked at each other with ugly expressions.
Xia Chen and Liu Xuanyang's inner demon poisonous oath was sworn before the Beacon Tower vision appeared. At that time, no one paid attention to this place, so there was no way to stop it. And the disciples did not expect that Liu Xuanyang would lose so miserably, and naturally they did not expect it.
May be blocked.
"Senior Brother Liu has not fulfilled his promise immediately. Do you want to break the bet? Do you want to bear your inner demons?" Xia Chen ignored the fiery gazes of hundreds of magical monks and looked at Liu Xuanyang calmly and said solemnly.
When everyone heard that he dared to threaten in public under such circumstances, everyone gritted their teeth with hatred.
"Since the inner demon oath can be caused by gambling, it will naturally disappear due to gambling. You and Xuanyang are gambling. As long as I kill you, Xuanyang's inner demon will disappear." A cold voice suddenly sounded.
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There was a flash of light, and a man in his thirties appeared in the air.
He had two sword eyebrows, which made him look calm and intimidating. Although he did not emit any aura, his unfathomable artistic conception and the constantly changing aura around him were enough to show that he had reached the third level of magical power.
"Uncle Huo." Most of the monks present were second-level supernatural monks. After seeing this man, they all saluted.
The man named Huo waved his hand and nodded lightly.
"Master, you're here too. It's great. Xuanyang has sworn the evil spirit in his heart, and I don't know what to do." The old man surnamed Yu was startled, and then said with great joy.
It turned out that the man named Huo was his master and Liu Xuanyang's direct master.
"As I said just now, if you kill that junior, Xuanyang's inner demons will be eliminated." The man surnamed Huo said calmly.
"Master, this junior is an envoy sent by the alliance, and the deputy sect master wants to send him to Tianlan Square..." The old man surnamed Yu was a little confused.
Killing Xia Chen like this was a way to vent his anger, but it was tantamount to violating the deputy sect leader's order.
"Then we can't just watch Xuanyang destroy his hand. Although I can use magic to reconnect him at any time, he has lost the bet, and the impact on his state of mind is far greater than a palm. Dangdang Dazheng
How can a genius be humiliated?" the man surnamed Huo said sternly.
"Yes...yes, Master." The old man surnamed Yu said with a bitter smile. With Master's coercion, he couldn't do it even if he wanted to.
"It's funny, the dignified Tianlan Sect monks don't even know what the Heart Demon Poison Oath is. Even if you kill me, Liu Xuanyang's Heart Demon Poison Oath will not be abolished."
Suddenly, Xia Chen's cold voice rang out, "He made the oath because of this bet. Regardless of whether I'm here or not, as long as he loses, he must fulfill the bet, otherwise he will wait for the inner demon to attack and repair."
For collapse.”
Liu Xuanyang's face suddenly turned pale again.
Everyone's expressions suddenly changed and they fell silent.
Xia Chen was right. The demon in his heart was caused by a bet, and it actually had nothing to do with who he was. The man named Huo was not unaware of this fact, but it concerned his disciple and grandson, and he loved him so much that he came up with something.
Useless idea.
"Junior, are you qualified to speak here? Do you know how to write the word shame?" The man named Huo looked directly at him with cold eyes.
"Senior Huo, of course I know how to write about integrity, and I also know how to write about calling a deer a horse and confusing black and white." Xia Chen said lightly, "Originally, I was not qualified to speak, but I did win, so
I will decide Liu Xuanyang’s hand today, and I will also tell you that I will make him cut off his own hand in front of everyone!"
Such an impudent junior... Not only the man named Huo, but also the other Tianlan Sect monks were furious.
"Liu Xuanyang, what are you still dragging your feet on? Do you think you cried after being beaten by me and calling a bunch of adults can keep you safe? You don't need to cut off this hand?"
Xia Chen, armed with a gun and a stick, sneered, "The longer you drag on, the more it proves your cowardice. You can't even give up your hand. What future can you have in this life? What kind of genius is Dzogchen, bullshit! Not only did you lose, but you also lost."
Even your character is gone. If you can’t let go of this palm today, you will give up your entire life in the future!”
His words were heart-breaking and resounding.
Even the listener was so stimulated that his face turned red, not to mention Liu Xuanyang, who even had his whole face twisted when he heard it, full of resentment, anger, regret, and unwillingness...
"Isn't it just a hand? I'll chop it off right now." He shouted loudly, stretched out his left hand, and with a flash of aura in his right hand, he raised the knife and dropped it.
Snap! The severed palm fell to the ground with a few drops of blood.