Chapter 1724 1725 This Taste Is Too Unique

Mu Hanyan and the others were dripping with cold sweat. No one would have thought that Chen Xuefeng's taste was so unique. Judging from the lustful light in his eyes, this was obviously not a sarcasm, but a sentimental one. .

"Take her back and be the Mrs. Yazhai of my bloody pirates." Chen Xuefeng roared and instructed his subordinates.

"Uh..." The gang of murderers who killed without blinking an eye were all stunned, and subconsciously let out a uh.

Mu Hanyan was suddenly thinking, judging from Chen Xuefeng's unique taste, it is estimated that the baby daughter of his former master should also have a unique appearance. If he hadn't escaped from the house as a thief, he might have become a member of the priest family. It's really a pity to take the dragon to the 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 in a daze with no response.

"Oh oh oh, let's do it." Seeing the anger of the big boss, the rogues could no longer be surprised by his unique taste, and all the peaks rushed towards 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 backwards.

However, these rogues are really strong, and their physical defense is even more amazing. Although they were knocked back by his sword, they were not seriously injured.

"Priest!" Seeing Sikong Qinglan's action, Chen Xuefeng's face sank, and murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

Although he escaped from the siege of the temple time and time again, he also paid a lot of price, and now there are still scars left by countless priests' magical techniques on his body, and he naturally hates the priests of the temple.

The Mu family can have such a fief, naturally there are priests, but generally speaking, the priests will work in the temple to cultivate, and priests like Ye Yi'an who stay in the clan are extremely rare. This is of course also because of his special status and too old. The relationship between the two, staying in the temple is not helpful to the cultivation base, on the contrary, he is worried about accidentally revealing his identity, so it is better to stay in the village to be safe.

In addition, Sikong Qinglan cherished the sacrificial robe, and put on the old patched robe on the road. Ye Yi'an didn't want to look too abrupt, so he changed into his regular clothes, so he didn't expect that there were still left in the village. priest.

"Yes, I'm Sikong Qinglan, the prayer priest of the Temple of Flower Rain. You bloodthirsty thieves kill innocent people indiscriminately. Today, I will kill you all!" Sikong Qinglan said righteously.

"The Temple of Flower Rain, are you the priest of the Temple of Flower Rain?" Chen Xuefeng was slightly startled.

"Yes, I am the priest of Huayu Temple." Sikong Qinglan raised his chest and said.

Seeing Chen Xuefeng's surprised appearance, he still felt a little bit of pride in his heart. Although it was indeed a bit downcast these years, Huayu Temple is also one of the oldest temples in the Continent of Gods. forget.

"Hahahaha, I didn't expect that Huayu Temple, one of the oldest temples in the Continent of Gods, would fall into such a field that a stinky little boy could become a priest of prayer, hahahaha." Chen Xuefeng said unscrupulously. Laughing wildly.

"Death to me!" Only then did Sikong Qinglan know what Chen Xuefeng was surprised about. His face was flushed with shame, and he spread out his body and attacked Chen Xuefeng.

"Looking for death!" Chen Xuefeng said contemptuously, without even looking directly at Sikong Qinglan, the long knife was raised above the top, and then slashed straight down without any fancy.

Never underestimate your opponent, this is Miss Mu's creed, and it is estimated that it is also the enlightenment of many powerhouses who capsize in the gutter before they die. Seeing Chen Xuefeng's contempt for Sikong Qinglan, Mu Hanyan seemed to have seen the poor end of this guy who was severely injured.

Although he still doesn't know much about the cultivation method in the Continent of Gods, and he doesn't have a good opinion on the strength of priests, but from the previous hymn of life, Mu Hanyan can guess that Sikong Qinglan's talent and strength are not bad, and he is not bad for priests of the same age. It is not the weak among them, otherwise, no matter how desolate the Huayu Temple is, it is impossible for him to become a priest of prayers. The reason why he lost to Kang Qingyuan before was also because of Kang Qingyuan's strength. Even Miss Mu wasted a piece of Hunyuan Stone, and her strength was instantly restored to the strongest realm of sword masters before beheading him. Can you not be strong?

"This Chen Xuefeng is going to be unlucky!" Mu Hanyan thought to himself.

However, this time she was wrong. Chen Xuefeng slashed out with a long sword, and Sikong Qinglan's green sword beam was broken open, and it was as fragile as paper.

In the blink of an eye, the blade with a hint of crimson reached Sikong Qinglan's chest.

Only then did Mu Hanyan know that Chen Xuefeng's power was so tyrannical. If he was allowed to slash with this knife, Sikong Qinglan would never have a chance to survive even if he was not cut in two.

"Be careful!" Seeing that Sikong Qinglan was about to be killed by Chen Xuefeng's sword, Ye Yi'an flickered and stood in front of him, while the long sword crossed in front of him. The red lights burned like flames, but they were abnormally solid. Obviously, this sword was extremely defensive.

"Choke!" Gold and iron chirped, and a piece of sparks flew out.

Ye Yi'an led Sikong Qinglan back again and again, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth. His wrinkled face turned pale as paper, as if he was a hundred years older.

The defense of his sword is indeed not weak, but the power of Chen Xuefeng's sword is even more terrifying. Even his internal organs are injured and his blood is retrograde, and his injuries are obviously not light.

"Serve your lord!" Mu Hanyan quickly supported Ye Yi'an.

"Dedicated to your lord!" All the disciples of the Mu family also exclaimed, seeing Ye Yi'an's bloodless old face, everyone was filled with righteous indignation.

"I fought with you!" Mu Tu carried the pig-killing knife and rushed towards Chen Xuefeng angrily.

The few young people who were trembling with fear, and whose swords were almost unsteady, were also furious. They cast 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, too weak! Seeing the strength of several people clearly, Chen Xuefeng looked at them as if looking at a few ants, but with a gentle dance of the long knife, several people even fell out.

Fortunately, Mutu had thick skin and thick meat, and took most of the pressure on them. A few people saved their lives, but they all spit out blood and were seriously injured.

Looking at the scene in front of them, the faces of all the Mu clan members were ashen.

The rumors are true, this Chen Xuefeng is really so powerful, even the prayer priests and the old worshipers from Huayue Temple are not his opponents.

"There are actually two priests, it's just right, it's just that you have been living out the evil spirits of these years." Chen Xuefeng looked at Ye Yi'an and Sikong Qinglan with a grinning face, slashed down with a sharp knife, and shouted sharply, "Kill them all. Not a single one of them!"