Chapter 1864 1865 Scared a Group of People Away

The entire square was completely dead silent. Although Long Wucuo saved his life in the end, the blood line on the ground that stretched for more than ten feet still showed the cruelty and bloodiness of the battle just now. Everyone can see that, Mu Hanyan There was no plan at all for Long Wucuo to leave the competition stage alive. The latter only managed to save his life by relying on his body protection. Even so, if he was pierced by the fire spear, he would probably be seriously injured, and his cultivation base would be greatly damaged.

Looking at Mu Hanyan again, everyone's eyes showed a bit of fear.

They finally knew how powerful and terrifying Mu Hanyan was. Two swords, two moves of magic, one move smashed Long Wudang's strongest magic, Death Shield, and one move shattered the legendary Chaos Sword, and even returned it to Long Wucuo, which was a fatal blow. hit.

Mu Hanyan looked around the audience, and finally fell on the remaining eleven priests on the opposite side.

"Next." Mu Hanyan glanced over the eleven priests, and suddenly shouted loudly.

Although his strength is still at the bottleneck, it is really difficult to make a breakthrough, but Mu Hanyan's cultivation during this period of time was not in vain, and the colorful soul orb was not wasted, nor was his comprehension of Bahuang Shenyun, which is different from the last time he used it once. Bahuang Shenyun exhausted her whole body's spiritual power, and all her spiritual thoughts were different. This time, she still had half of her remaining energy, and she could cast Bahuang Shenyun again.

Under Mu Hanyan's gaze, the remaining eleven priests were all on pins and needles, and the sound of drinking was like a thunderclap in their ears, and no one even dared to look directly into Mu Hanyan's eyes.

"Who else wants to challenge me, stand up!" Mu Hanyan shouted again with a long sword and long finger.

The eyes of the priests on the opposite side were wandering, and none of them dared to answer.

What a joke, even Long Wucuo, the strongest among them, was defeated so terribly. Two swords—no, strictly speaking, he would have already been defeated when Mu Hanyan used the first sword. Sword, Long Wucuo didn't have the courage to fight again, unfortunately, even if he had the Chaos Sword, he was defeated in the same way, if he hadn't had a good old man and got a treasure armor to protect him, he would have lost his life a long time ago up.

They don't have the powerful divine arts like Long Wudang, and they don't have armor to protect them, so how can they ask for trouble. The string of blood beads is still vivid in his memory, Mu Hanyan even dared to kill the precious son who faced the majestic Tianyang priest, so how could he show mercy to them?

Seeing their performance, the stone in Mu Hanyan's heart finally fell to the ground.

Why did she take the initiative to challenge others as soon as she came up, and why did she slap Long Wucuo? It was definitely not to vent her grievances, nor was she to give up on herself. This was the result.

With her strength, it is absolutely impossible to break out of the tight encirclement under the challenge of twelve priests. The only way to provoke Long Wucuo, the strongest among them, is to force him to do his best as soon as he comes up. It is bound to defeat it, so that it can make other people lose the courage to fight against themselves.

As soon as he came up, he was the first to win people. On the one hand, it was to seize the initiative and fight Long Wucuo first. On the other hand, it was also to plant the seeds of fear in the hearts of others.

Judging from the performance of the eleven priests on the opposite side, her plan was completed perfectly.

In fact, that "chaotic sword" also added a lot of glory to Mu Hanyan's battle, making everyone look up to her strength and fear her even more. Ling Baobao's seemingly unreliable prank had an unexpected effect.

"Since no one took the initiative to challenge, I'll choose. You, it's you." With a flick of Mu Hanyan's wrist, the long sword pointed at one of the priests.

This priest was not the strongest among them, but judging from the cold sweat on his face and flickering eyes, he was the weakest one.

"I, Mu, Priest Mu, why me?" The priest's face paled in an instant, and he stammered.

Mu Hanyan almost laughed out loud, this is not nonsense, why choose you, isn't it just because you look easy to bully? Judging from his stammering question, it was easier to bully than he imagined.

"Let's do it!" On such a serious occasion, Mu Hanyan must maintain a strong, cruel and terrifying image in their minds. Of course, Mu Hanyan would not laugh out loud, and said proudly, coldly, and murderously. .

The other priests didn't smile either. Although they felt that this person was a bit ashamed, they felt the same uneasiness after seeing the battle just now. If they were picked by Mu Hanyan, their performance would never be any better than this person.

The priest looked helplessly at Mu Hanyan, then at the officiant priests in the stands, and then at his colleagues around him. His expression was extremely sad, and the hand holding the long sword was trembling constantly.

Seeing his pitiful appearance as if he was about to go to the execution ground, Mu Hanyan became more determined.

Holding the hilt in her hand, the Han Xiao Sword was slowly unsheathed, and her expression became even colder.

"I admit defeat, admit defeat." Looking at the ruthless murderous intent in Mu Hanyan's eyes, the last line of defense in the priest's heart was finally broken, and he shouted in a trembling voice. Then I was embarrassed to face the crowd again, jumped off the competition stage, turned around and left.

Seeing that he surrendered and ran away in such a spineless manner, everyone in the audience was so surprised that they didn't recover for a while, and then they reacted and booed.

Speaking of which, the strength of this priest is not considered weak among the remaining eleven people. In fact, there is no weak person who can stand on the stage. Regardless of his status or strength, he is the best in all the temples Or, even if he knows he is not Mu Hanyan's opponent, at least he should go through a few tricks, and then admit defeat after he is indeed lost. Who knows that he didn't even have the courage to do it, so he just surrendered, wouldn't he feel ashamed?

Of course the priest also heard the hiss behind him, but he didn't take it seriously. What is shame? Just don't lose your life! After a few tricks, he wanted to go through a few tricks with Mu Hanyan, and then admit defeat decently, but Long Wucuo's end was right in front of him, one move, just one move, he was seriously injured and vomited blood , it is estimated that it is also because of the protective armor, otherwise he may not even have the chance to take out the Chaos Sword.

He didn't think that Mu Hanyan would be in such a good mood to make a few tricks with him to save his face, and he was afraid that one trick would kill him.

He didn't want to die, really didn't want to die.

"Next, you!" Mu Hanyan didn't care about the priest who fled the battle, and pointed his long sword at another one.

Now is the time to strike while the iron is hot, to completely destroy the opponent's fighting spirit in one go, and they must not be slowed down.