Chapter 1785 1786 A Shocking Scene

They are not slow, but there are others faster. Almost at the same time as Mu Hanyan said "kill", Mutu had already led his clan to rush towards the rogue like a tiger in the mountains.

Seeing Xiang Qiu beheaded to death, no matter how well-trained these gangsters are, it is impossible for them to still have fighting spirit. They all retreated, but even if they retreated, they did not crowd into a group. Blood Wind Pirates are much stronger.

But seeing Mutu and the others rushing forward, they couldn't help pulling the reins and slowing down.

In the past few years, I followed Xiang Qiujian to loot everywhere, not to mention the commoners. There were hundreds of priests who died in their hands. Only this time I came to Huayu Temple, not only did I not get any benefits, but also almost wiped out the entire army. Even Xiang Qiuzhan was killed on the spot.

In addition to being frightened, their hearts are inevitably a little unwilling. If it was a priest who shot, they might not have the courage to fight back, but even a bunch of ordinary people dared to chase and kill them, it really felt like a tiger fell and Pingyang was bullied by a dog.

"They're not afraid of death. Why do they have to take a few heads today to comfort Big Brother Xiang's spirit in the sky." A rogue with a fierce face said, licking his lips.

"Yes, I can't watch brothers and Brother Xiang die in vain." Another rogue also said cruelly.

After saying that, he reined in his horse, raised his long knife high, and slashed towards Mutu Fei, who was rushing in front of him.

The eyes of the others also burned with unwillingness and hatred. They clenched their weapons and rushed to kill the civilians who were vulnerable to a single blow with their hoes and shovels.

They didn't know that a momentary impulse made them lose their last chance to escape.

"Choke...chuck..." With a crisp sound, accompanied by a soft sound like a cloth being torn apart, the rogue who took the first shot with a knife was split to the ground by Mutu, and the long knife was broken into two pieces. Blood rose to the sky.

"Ah..." The screams sounded, and the companion beside him was smashed into the air by a big hammer, and before he landed, he cut off his life.

One scream after another, the thick smell of blood permeates the air, drifting far away with the cold wind at night.

An Xiaxin and the others stopped subconsciously and looked at the scene in front of them in shock.

Although the strength of these rogues cannot be compared with high-level priests, they have been wandering in the wasteland all the year round and practicing martial arts. In terms of physical strength, they are far more powerful than ordinary priests. Except for An Xiaxin and Shen Yuhe, other priests even rely on magic. , it is difficult to easily kill each other.

But in the face of such an enemy, Mutu and the others did not suffer at all. Perhaps they were not as good as those rogues in their combat skills, but when it came to power, they far surpassed each other.

Under the suppression of such power, the fighting skills of the rogues are useless. They are simply flying at the touch of a button, but in less than a quarter of an hour, hundreds of rogues have already fallen to the ground.

Looking at the hoe and shovel that was lifted high and then dropped heavily, An Xiaxin even wondered if she had missed the mark. This is clearly an ancient artifact, just disguised as a farm tool. Otherwise, what would happen? It is possible for a group of civilians to erupt with such terrifying power.

What kind of monsters are these Mu clan people!

"Lord Zuo Priest, let's take action too." A young priest said eagerly, with hatred flashing in his eyes.

Just now, I saw that the priest was in danger. Whether it was the Mu clan or the priests of the Huayu Temple, their hearts were raised in their throats. Seeing that the priest finally escaped safely, and killed Xiang Qiuzhan in one fell swoop, their hearts When it finally came true, after excitement and joy, there was boundless anger.

If it wasn't for the Lord Priest who restored the divine power, and if it wasn't for the Lord Priest's amazing strength, the Huayu Temple, which has been passed down for nearly a million years, would have been destroyed by the hands of rogues, and they would have either died tragically under the rogue's slaughtering knife or escaped. It was a shame in the eyes of all the priests for stealing a life outside the city, how could they not be angry, how could they not hate.

"Be careful not to accidentally hurt your own people," An Xiaxin reminded.

Priest magic is different from sword skills, it is difficult to control once shot, Mu clan and rogues are fighting together, she does not want to accidentally hurt allies.

"Don't worry, my lord, we know." A famous priest rushed into the battle group like a tiger out of its cage.

The screams sounded one after another, and the smell of blood in the air became stronger.

It was only then that An Xiaxin realized that they had no idea of ​​using divine arts at all. They used martial arts, or more precisely, the Eight Desolate Divine Falls taught by Mu Hanyan.

Although he couldn't comprehend the true mystery of the Eight Desolate Gods, he was a priest after all, and his aptitude was not bad. If he practiced martial arts as a martial art, it would still be much stronger than the martial arts practiced by ordinary civilians. More importantly, they have also drank the spring water condensed by the blood of the dragon clan. Even if the body is not strong enough and the dosage is a little less, the strength cannot be compared with the people of the Mu clan, but with the subtlety of the Eight Desolate Gods, they can start. Come but not worse than them.

"Are these really the priests of the Temple of Flower Rain? What kind of monsters have the chief priest cultivated?" An Xiaxin looked at the one who was wearing a sacrificial robe, but held a long sword to chop and chop. There was no effort at all. The familiar figure who performed the magic couldn't help but think so, and then joined the battle group.

As a left priest, I can't keep my comrades working hard, just watch the fun by myself. What's more, when the cries of fighting came into her ears, Priest Zuo couldn't help her blood boil. Only then did she realize that she had the same desire for violence hidden in her body, and she didn't seem to be any better than Shen Yuhe.

The battle was coming to an end. In the end, only three rogues were still fighting in the corner. The distance was a little far away, and Mu Hanyan couldn't see the appearance of them. He only noticed that these people were strong, and even Mutu, Shen Yuhe and others joined hands. Come on, there's not much you can do about them for a while.

"The prehistoric wilderness, the collapse of the world, the destruction of living beings, the gods pity all things, the smashing of chaos, the return of heaven and earth, the transformation of the stars, the peace of the world. The honor of the gods, spread the world, the majesty of gods, the respect of all people, the dignity of gods, inviolable..." Mu Han Yan chanted again in a low voice, and made a hand gesture.

Although he once fought with thousands of alien beasts in Beining Pass, he was used to the bloody blood, but after all, it was alien beasts, not humans. Even if he knew that the robbers in front of him were all heinous, there would be no forgiveness. It still made Mu Hanyan feel uncomfortable.

What's more, the strength of these people is good, and she doesn't want Mutu and others to have any accidents.

Just use the power of God to end the final battle.