Long Wudang and Zhuge Qiu's already pale faces became even paler, it was simply inhumane. Although they were seriously injured by Xiang Qiuzhan's hands, the two of them at this moment felt deeply fortunate. If it wasn't for Xiang Qiuzhan's invasion of Huayu City at this time, they would inevitably fight Mu Hanyan. If the God-given Tianwei targeted them instead of those gangsters...they couldn't think of any other possibility except death.
Even the two of them were like this, and the rest of the priests were even more so. Seeing Mu Hanyan, who was dressed in a black sacrificial robe fluttering in the wind, with a solemn expression, their eyes were filled with awe and fear.
It is worthy of being one of the oldest temples in the Continent of Gods. No matter how it declines, not everyone can step on it! In addition to emotion, they also felt deep regret. If they had known this was the result, they would not have come to this muddy water.
"Qiu Mie!" A heart-piercing cry came from the gate of the city.
Xiang Qiuzhan, he didn't die. Although his body was covered in blood, and through the torn clothes, he could still see the bloody flesh and even bones, but he was still standing under the city gate, holding the handle tightly in his hand. Huge long sword.
How can this be! Not only the others, but even Mu Hanyan was taken aback.
Hundreds of bandits died under the might of the gods, and their flesh and blood instantly turned into nothingness. Even their weapons disappeared, and Xiang Qiuzhan survived.
Although Mu Hanyan has not personally experienced the power of this god-given power, but when the formation was activated just now, the divine sense was integrated into the formation, and she could feel a little bit of it. Ask yourself, even if she was at the peak of the Great Sword Master in her heyday, she might not be able to retreat under the power of this formation. Save your life. That is to say, in the Continent of Gods, unless the strength exceeds the fifth-order God Heart Priest, it will also end in the same way.
Even though Xiang Qiuzhan severely injured Zhuge Qiu with his sword just now, it was hard for Mu Hanyan to believe that he had such strength. Just as there is an essential difference between a swordsman and a swordsman, the same is true between a priest of the heart of God and a priest of the gods. Although Zhuge Qiu's strength was good, he was only a tenth-level god priest. If Xiang Qiuzhan really had the strength of a fifth-level god-heart priest, Zhuge Qiu would not only be seriously injured.
Mu Hanyan's gaze stayed on Xiang Qiuzhan's epee, which was as black as ink but faintly exuded a faint blue light. The other bandits and their weapons all disappeared into nothingness, but the giant sword in his hand was No damage at all, not a single tiny crack can be seen.
Could it be because of this sword? Besides, Mu Hanyan couldn't think of other possibilities.
"Qiu Mie, big brother will avenge you, watch carefully, big brother will avenge you!" Just as Mu Hanyan was secretly guessing, Xiang Qiu fell to his knees fiercely.
"Kill! Kill them all, leaving no one behind!" Xiang Qiu got up sharply and rushed towards Mu Hanyan.
"Kill! Avenge my brothers and slaughter Huayu City!" The remaining hundreds of bandits also turned to kill the city with bloodshot eyes.
Although most of the rogues had died under the might of the gods just now, there were still two or three hundred people who survived by chance.
No one thought that these rogues were so fierce. Seeing more than half of their companions die tragically on the spot, not only did they not run away, but they even dared to counterattack.
Long Wudang trembled with fright. As the son of the chief priest of Tianyang Temple, even if he didn't grow up in a honey pot, he was pampered and pampered since he was a child. He has never seen such a scene. The thick iron hooves of the Red Charcoal Cloud Smoke Beast stepped on the ground, as if hitting his heart every time, the fragile little liver almost jumped out of his chest.
Regretted, Long Wu really regretted it. Isn't the lesson from last time not enough? To actually want to take revenge? Isn't this coming to court for death? Long Wudang wished he could slap himself several times.
Of course, it’s too late to regret it now, Long Wudang quickly took out a large handful of pills with trembling hands, stuffed them into his mouth and chewed vigorously, hoping to recover his strength quickly and escape from Huayu City. He didn't want to stay any longer in this place.
Mu Hanyan did know why the group of rogues headed by Xiang Qiuzhan felt a headache even for the five great temples. They were so fierce and well-trained, and they could definitely be compared with the battle-tested elite teachers of the Holy Court Continent. And how could a rabble like Bloodwind Pirates be able to compare.
With a clear whistle, Mu Hanyan rushed towards Xiang Qiuzhan.
These bandits are fierce, but after all, there are only two or three hundred people left, and Mutu and others can handle it for the time being. Don't forget, they also have the power to dominate. Although they are not as good as Mu Hanyan, but ordinary priests They may not be able to discuss the slightest benefit.
While flying out, Mu Hanyan casually threw Liu Guang out who was still sleeping soundly. There was no time to wake it up at this time, and he only hoped that the rogues' roars would be louder to wake it up.
Mu Hanyan's mind was locked on Xiang Qiuzhan's body. Although Xiang Qiuzhan was seriously injured at this time, the giant sword brought Mu Hanyan's instinctive intuition of danger. If other people confront him, there is only a dead end one.
"She dared to fight Xiang Qiuzhan!" Long Wudang finally regained some strength, and looked at Mu Hanyan inexplicably in surprise.
There is such a powerful defensive formation that you don’t need, and you have to fight Xiang Qiuzhan head-on. This Mu Hanyan is either out of his mind, or over-excited by the victory, um... the latter is worse than his brain. awful.
How did he know that there was nothing Mu Hanyan could do about this move. Although the God-given Tianwei had been repaired, the materials used were still a little worse, the power was not enough, and the cooling time was too long, so in addition to being tough In a tough fight, Mu Hanyan actually had no better choice.
"Okay, okay, you still dare to send it to your door!" Seeing Mu Hanyan approaching, a bloody gleam flashed in Xiang Qiuzhan's eyes, cruel and fierce.
The Qiu Mie he was talking about was his younger brother and his only relative in this world. Seeing his younger brother die under the power of God bestowed by God, one can imagine his hatred for Mu Hanyan. If Mu Hanyan hid under the protection of the priest's guards and refused to fight him head-on, there would be some troubles. After all, he was already at the end of his life after being seriously injured, so who knew that she would take the initiative to meet him, which was exactly what he wanted.
Xiang Qiuzhan made up his mind, even if he risked his life, he would avenge his brother's blood hatred!
"The magic dragon is born, and the sword destroys the world!"
"Ba Huang... Shen Yun!" The two cut out their long swords almost at the same time.
A small flame fluttered out from Mu Hanyan's long sword.