Chapter 1992 Chapter 2092
Seeing Zhao Xinghu speeding up and flying towards her, Mu Hanyan felt like stabbing him to death with a sword, but she could also see that this time Zhao Xinghu really didn't intend to drag her to be buried with her, it was really involuntary, and after all his strength She hadn't recovered to her heyday yet, facing such a powerful beast, she didn't dare to push her too hard, and didn't want to waste her energy on Zhao Xinghu.
Ms. Mu has always been very clear about priorities.
The long sword slashed across, bringing out a large canopy of flames that were as brilliant as fiery trees and silver flowers. Mu Hanyan's whole body was shrouded in the illusory flames, and there was a sense of mystery invisibly.
"At this time, you're still wasting your spiritual power to make a fuss. Do you really not know how the word death is written?" Zhao Xinghong was so anxious that he almost vomited blood when he saw the fluttering flames that were both real and illusory outside Mu Hanyan.
Although that piece of flame looked beautiful and gave Mu Hanyan a somewhat mysterious aura, as long as he had a little knowledge, he would be no stranger to this magical technique.
This magical technique is called Huoguang ten colors, and it is one of the introductory magical techniques for the first-level priests of Shenxin, but it has no power at all. Even more powerful, just to confuse the line of sight will not have any effect on them.
So the real use of this magical technique is to show the brilliance of the gods when praying to the priests to dance to the great gods. To put it more bluntly, it is to fool the common people in exchange for their admiration.
However, the magic-eyed wind wolf in the back is not a commoner who knows little about magic arts, so he is not so easy to fool. Could it be that Mu Hanyan is still counting on a blaze of various colors to make him admire him and convince him sincerely.
Zhao Zhiyuan and the others also had black lines on their foreheads. They had originally expressed their last sliver of hope to Mu Hanyan, hoping that she would be able to show her might and kill the magic-eyed wind wolf to save Zhao Xinghu. This time, they were completely given up—— Mu Hanyan is clearly looking for death.
Gao Weihu and Su Baoer looked at each other, and Qi Qi stopped. Based on their understanding of Mu Hanyan, it is absolutely impossible to play tricks at such a critical moment. There must be a reason for her to use this flaming trick. Knowing that their strength is far inferior to Mu Hanyan's, even if they take action, they won't be able to help her. Instead, something bad might happen, so the two of them are not in a hurry to take action.
They guessed right, there was indeed a reason why Mu Hanyan wasted energy in performing this fiery brilliance that was more like an illusion than a magic.
In fact, she has always hated this kind of magic trick to fool the people, but there is no way, facing a strange beast who is comparable to a seventh-level priest of the gods, and who is more gifted in magic, and has a surprisingly powerful defense, even Her priestly cultivation base has not been suppressed, and she is not sure of winning, she must combine her swordsmanship cultivation base.
But in the past, she mainly focused on divine arts, supplemented by sword skills. Unless her strength and vision reached a certain level, it would be difficult to find the mystery, but now she mainly focuses on sword skills, supplemented by kendo. If she can't deceive people well, I'm afraid it will be easy to be seen by others.
Only this blaze of various colors can confuse the public's sight and cover up her real means.
In the dazzling and mysterious flame, Mu Hanyan gripped the long sword tightly, and the familiar energy flowed surgingly through the meridians again.
Under the almost desperate gaze of Zhao Xinghu and others, Zhao Xinghu had already involuntarily flew into the dazzling flames, and the rapidly rotating sharp blade storm was involved with it with a shocking roar, and pieces of broken stones turned into pieces. Dust, dust and sand flying up to block out the sky.
"Second Uncle..." Zhao Zhiyuan's eyes were dim with tears. Seeing the fate of those pieces of gravel, he seemed to see Zhao Xinghu's miserable ending.
But immediately, he widened his eyes again, watching everything that happened in front of him in disbelief.
A fire spear suddenly flew out of the dazzling and mysterious flames of various colors. The flames above were so dazzling and solid, as if it was not a flame at all, but a magic weapon made into the shape of a flame. weapon.
Its speed is so fast, like a bolt of lightning... No, faster than lightning, it feels as if it appeared out of nowhere, but before the naked eye can catch its smooth, graceful but ruthless figure, It disappeared from sight again.
"Pfft!" With a soft sound, the spear of fire pierced into the chest of the Demon Eyed Wind Wolf, instantly destroying its internal organs and severing its heart.
Demon Eye Wind Wolf obviously didn't expect the opponent's strength to be so powerful, he opened his mouth and released the last wind blade, and his tall and strong body crashed to the ground.
Until it died, its eyes were still wide open, and the eyes were full of confusion.
The wind blade was not controlled by the divine sense, so it naturally had no target. It flew lightly into the air, and then dissipated with the wind. The fire spear that pierced the magic eye of the wind wolf also gradually disappeared, leaving only a cold long sword .
The dazzling flames spread out, and Mu Hanyan's graceful figure appeared in front of her eyes again. She stepped forward slowly, pulled out her long sword, and gently shook off the blood on it. Originally, it was possible to use the law of the fire element to reduce the corpse of the magic-eyed wind wolf to ashes, but it took a little longer. In order not to reveal any flaws, Mu Hanyan withdrew his spiritual power and energy as quickly as possible as soon as he succeeded.
With a light thrust of the long sword, the frontal bone of the demon-eyed wind wolf was opened, and a colorful light shone, it was the colorful soul bead, and it was not one, but a total of five. Using two fingers to pick up the colorful soul beads one by one, wipe off the blood on them, and put them into the space of the astrolabe, Mu Hanyan is doing all these slowly, so relaxed and peaceful, there is a kind of feeling like picking flowers at hand Aesthetic meaning.
There was a dead silence all around, and everyone looked blankly at Mu Hanyan in a daze.
Dead, the magic-eyed wind wolf comparable to the seventh-order god-heart, died like this. The terrifying blade storm and the so-called powerful defense were so vulnerable in front of Mu Hanyan!
Everything happened too fast, and they were blocked by the dazzling flames of all colors. They didn't even see how the fire spear broke the blade storm of the magic eye wind wolf.
Not to mention them, even Zhao Xinghu, who was in it, didn't even see that scene. For a moment, he even thought that his physical body was dead and his soul was gradually dissipating, and he had hallucinations. When he came back to his senses again, he only saw the lifeless corpse of the Fengyan Demon Wolf.
It's embarrassing to say that, with his third-level god priest's divine sense, he didn't even feel the awe-inspiring power of the magical technique behind Mu Hanyan. No way, I was really terrified.