Pada! A piece of wood fell to the ground. Liu Jianling's face was extremely ugly. He looked at his left hand and saw that it had been broken at the wrist.
Originally, Liu Jianling felt that his sword intent had an effect on the poison. He was very happy, thinking that he could break the poison. But he did not expect that when his sword intent pushed into his wrist, his hand fell off like a piece of wood.
Liu Jianling had almost figured it out. He had lost all feeling in his hand before, but he didn't expect the poison to be so strong that his hand fell off.
What surprised Liu Jianling the most was that although his hand had fallen off, he did not bleed at all. When he looked at his wrist, he found that the skin had already grown dead. It was as if his hand had been broken for a long time.