Chapter 1785

They're not slow, but some are faster. Almost at the same time as mu Hanyan's word "kill" came out, Mutu had led his people down the mountain to the bandits.

Seeing Xiang Qiu cut himself to death, no matter how well-trained these bandits are, they can't still have fighting spirit. They all retreat. However, even if they retreat, they don't crowd together. They are really much better than Chen Xuefeng's gang of Xuefeng thieves.

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

In recent years, Xiang qiuzhan has been plundering everywhere, not to mention the civilians. Hundreds of priests have died in their hands. Only this time I came to the Huayu temple, not only I didn't get any benefits, but also almost the whole army was destroyed. Even Xiang qiuzhan died on the spot.

In addition to panic, their hearts are also unwilling. If it's the priests who attack, they may not have the courage to fight back, but even a group of ordinary people dare to chase and kill them. It's really a bit like being bullied by dogs.

"They are not afraid of death. Today they have to take some heads to comfort brother Xiang." Said a fierce faced bandit, licking his lips.

"Yes, I can't watch my brothers and brother Xiang die in vain." Another bandit also said with a cruel face.

After that, he pulled the reins of his horse, held the long sword high, and flew to the front of the wooden butcher.

shovel cannot withstand a single blow of hatred, and cling to arms, and rush to the helpers and shovels, and kill civilians who are vulnerable to their attacks.

They didn't know that their last chance to escape was lost because of the impulse.

"Choke Chi... " There was a crisp sound, accompanied by a light sound as if the cloth had been torn apart. The famous bandit, who was the first to attack, fell to the ground with a knife. The long knife was cut in two, and the blood burst into the sky.

"Ah..." The scream rang out, and his companion was blasted into the air by a big hammer. Before he landed, he was cut off.

Scream one after another, a thick smell of blood filled the air, with the cold wind at night far away.

Anxiaxin and others stop subconsciously and look at the scene in shock.

Although the strength of these bandits can not be compared with that of high-level priests, they wander the wasteland all the year round and practice martial arts, but their physical strength is far more than that of ordinary priests. Except for an Xiaxin and Shen Yuhe, other priests can hardly kill each other easily even if they rely on divine arts.

However, in the face of such an enemy, Mutu and others did not suffer at all. Maybe their fighting skills were not as good as those outlaws, but when it comes to strength, they were far superior to each other.

Under the suppression of such forces, the fighting skills of the bandits are useless. They can fly at one touch, but in less than a quarter of an hour, hundreds of them have fallen to the ground.

looked at the hoe shovel with high lifting and then falling heavily, and even Xia Xin even wondered if he had seen his eyes. It was clearly the artifacts that had been handed down from ancient times, but disguised as a farm implements. Otherwise, how could such a terrible force be generated by a group of civilians?

What kind of monsters are these Mu clan people!

"Priest Zuo, let's do the same." A young priest was ready to move, and his eyes flashed with hatred.

Just now I saw that the Lord priest was in danger. Both the Mu clan and the priests of Huayu Temple raised their hearts to their voices. Seeing that the Lord priest finally got out of danger and killed Xiang qiuzhan, their hearts finally came true. After excitement and joy, they were filled with boundless anger.

If it wasn't for the Lord's restoration of the divine power, and if it wasn't for the Lord's amazing strength, the Huayu temple, which has been handed down for nearly a million years, would be destroyed by the bandits. How could they not be angry and hate if they either died miserably under the bandits' butcher's knife, or escaped from the city to live in disgrace in the eyes of all the priests.

"Take care not to hurt your own people." An Xia Xin reminds a way.

The priest's divine skill is different from the sword skill. It's hard to control once she makes a move. The Mu clan and the bandits fight together. She doesn't want to hurt her friends by mistake.

"Don't worry, my Lord. We know that." A priest, like a tiger, entered the battle group.

One after another, the bloody smell in the air became stronger.

Anxiaxin just reflected that they didn't want to use divinity at all. They used martial arts. To be more precise, they used eight wild gods taught by mu Hanyan.

Although we can't understand the true mystery of the eight wild gods meteorite, we are priests after all. We have good qualifications. If we practice it as martial arts, it is much better than the martial arts practiced by ordinary people. What's more, they have also drunk the spring water condensed by the blood and soul of the dragon people. Even though they are not strong enough and the dosage is a little less, their strength can't be compared with that of the Mu people, but with the help of the subtlety of the eight wild gods meteorite, they are no worse at all.

"Are these really the priests of Huayu temple? What kind of monsters did the chief priest cultivate?" Anxiaxin looked at the familiar figure who was wearing a sacrificial robe, but holding a long sword to chop and chop, and had no time to perform divine skills. She couldn't help thinking about it, and then joined the battle group.As a left priest, you can't go all out with your companions. Just watch the fun by yourself. What's more, the cry of fighting came to her ears, and the left priest couldn't help his blood boiling. She found that there was a desire for violence in her body. It didn't seem that she was any better than Shen Yuhe.

At the end of the battle, only three bandits were still fighting. Mu Hanyan couldn't see their faces clearly. He only realized that they were powerful. Even Mutu and Shen Yuhe joined hands and couldn't take them for a while.

"The prehistoric flood and famine, the collapse of heaven and earth, the destruction of life, God's compassion for all things, the destruction of chaos, the return of heaven and earth, the change of stars, the peace of the world. The title of God is spread in the world, the prestige of God is respected by all people, and the dignity of God is inviolable... " Mu Hanyan sang in a low voice again and played a trick.

Although he once fought with thousands of exotic animals in beiningguan, he was used to blood, but it was exotic animals rather than human beings after all. Even though he knew that the bandits in front of him were heinous and deserved to die, the bloody scene of cannibalism 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 God's power to end the last battle.

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