Mu Hanyan and the others were dripping with cold sweat. No one thought that Chen Xuefeng's taste was so unique. Judging from the lustful light in his eyes, these words were obviously not sarcasm, but out of emotion .
"Take her back and be my wife of the Bloodwind Bandit." Chen Xuefeng roared and ordered his subordinates.
"Uh..." The gang of murderers under him who didn't blink an eye were all dumbfounded, and subconsciously let out an uh.
Mu Hanyan suddenly thought, judging by Chen Xuefeng's unique taste, it is estimated that the baby daughter of his former head of the family should also have a unique appearance. If he hadn't escaped the house with a guilty conscience, he might have become a member of the priest family. It's a pity that Chenglong is a son-in-law.
"What are you still doing?" Chen Xuefeng looked at Miss Yu'er obsessively, and shouted angrily when he saw that everyone was only in a daze and didn't respond.
"Oh oh oh, let's do it." Seeing the anger of the head of the family, the gangsters couldn't care less to be surprised by his unique taste, and the people from Yiwofeng rushed to Miss Yu'er, ready to welcome Mrs. Yazhai back to the village.
"Stop!" Sikong Qinglan suddenly flew out.
A green sword light swept out, sweeping those rogues flying upside down.
However, these rogues were really strong, and their physical defense was even more astonishing. Although they were knocked back by his sword, they were not seriously injured.
"Priest!" Seeing Sikong Qinglan attack, Chen Xuefeng's expression darkened, and murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
Although he escaped from the siege of the temple time and time again, he paid a lot of price. Now he still has the scars left by countless priests' magic arts, so he hates the priests of the temple to the bone.
The Mu family can have such a fiefdom, naturally there are priests, but generally speaking, the priests will work in the temple to practice, and it is extremely rare for priests like Ye Yi'an to stay in the family. This is of course because of his special status and his age Staying in the temple will not help his cultivation, but he is worried about accidentally revealing his identity, so it is safer to stay in the village.
In addition, Sikong Qinglan cherished that sacrificial robe, and changed into the old patched robe on the road. Ye Yi'an didn't want to look too abrupt, so he also changed into ordinary clothes, so he didn't expect that there were still some priest.
"That's right, I'm Kong Qinglan, the praying priest of the Flower Rain Temple. You Bloodwind Bandits kill innocent people indiscriminately and commit no evil. Today is just the time to kill you by the roots!" Sikong Qinglan said righteously.
"The Temple of Flower Rain, are you the priest of the Temple of Flower Rain?" Chen Xuefeng was slightly taken aback.
"That's right, I'm the priest of the Flower Rain Temple." Sikong Qinglan said, puffing out her chest.
Seeing Chen Xuefeng's astonishment, he felt a sense of pride in his heart. Although he had been a bit down and out these years, the Huayu Temple is also one of the oldest temples in the God's Continent. forget.
"Hahahaha, I never thought that the Huayu Temple, as one of the oldest temples in the Continent of Gods, would be reduced to such a state. A young child can become a prayer priest, hahahaha." Chen Xuefeng let out his voice recklessly. laughed wildly.
"Go to hell!" Sikong Qinglan realized what Chen Xuefeng was surprised at now, his face was flushed with shame, and under the combination of shame and anger, he stretched out his body and attacked Chen Xuefeng.
"Looking for death!" Chen Xuefeng said contemptuously, without even looking at Sikong Qinglan, he raised his long knife high above his head, and then slashed straight down without any fanfare.
Never underestimate your opponent, this is Miss Mu's creed, and it is probably also the enlightenment of many strong men who have capsized in the gutter before they die. Seeing Chen Xuefeng's contempt for Sikong Qinglan, Mu Hanyan seemed to have seen the pitiful end of this guy who was seriously injured.
Although I still don't know much about the cultivation method of the Continent of Gods, and I don't know much about the priest's strength, but from the previous hymn to life, Mu Hanyan can guess that Sikong Qinglan's talent and strength are not bad. Among them is not the weak, otherwise, no matter how poor Huayu Temple is, it is impossible for him to become a prayer priest. The reason why he lost to Kang Qingyuan before was also because Kang Qingyuan was too strong. Even Miss Mu wasted a piece of Hunyuan Stone, and her strength instantly recovered to the strongest level of a sword master before beheading her. Can she not be strong
"This Chen Xuefeng is going to be in bad luck!" Mu Hanyan thought secretly.
However, this time she was wrong. Chen Xuefeng slashed out with his long saber, and Sikong Qinglan's green sword light was torn apart, as fragile as paper.
Just in the blink of an eye, the blade with a hint of blood red came to Sikong Qinglan's chest.
It was only then that Mu Hanyan realized that Chen Xuefeng's power was so tyrannical. If he let this knife strike, Sikong Qinglan would have no chance of surviving even if he was not cut in two.
"Be careful!" Seeing that Sikong Qinglan was about to be killed by Chen Xuefeng's knife, Ye Yi'an flickered and stood in front of him, with a long sword in front of him. The red lights are burning like flames, but they are unusually solid. It is obvious that this sword is extremely defensive.
"Choke!" Jin Tiejiao screamed, and a spark flew out.
Ye Yi'an led Sikong Qinglan back again and again, a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth, his wrinkled face turned pale as paper, as if he had aged a hundred years again.
His defense with this sword was indeed not weak, but the power of Chen Xuefeng's sword was even more terrifying. Even his internal organs were injured, and his Qi and blood flowed backwards, obviously seriously injured.
"My lord!" Mu Hanyan quickly supported Ye Yi'an.
"Master worship!" Around him, all the children of the Mu family also exclaimed, seeing Ye Yi'an's bloodless old face, everyone was filled with righteous indignation.
"I'll fight with you!" Mutu held the butcher's knife and rushed towards Chen Xuefeng angrily.
Those young men who were trembling with fright and almost unable to hold their swords firmly were also furious, put aside their fear, and rushed forward.
It's a pity that even Sikong Qinglan and Ye Yi'an are not Chen Xuefeng's opponents, let alone them.
Too weak, really too weak! Seeing the strength of these people, Chen Xuefeng looked at them like looking at some ants, but with a light dance of the long knife, they fell out of the way.
Fortunately, Mutu's skin was thick and thick, and he bore most of the pressure for them. Several people saved their lives, but each of them was spitting blood, and they were all seriously injured.
Looking at the scene in front of them, all members of the Mu clan looked ashen.
The rumors are true, this Chen Xuefeng is really so powerful, even the prayer priests and old priests from the Huayue Temple are no match for him.
"There are actually two priests. It just so happens that you have been killed all these years." Chen Xuefeng looked at Ye Yi'an and Sikong Qinglan with a smirk on his face, swung his knife and slashed down, and shouted sharply, "Kill them all!" None of them will stay!"