Chapter 1904 The Blood of 2004 Was Completely Ignited

Sure enough, the arrow in the arrow is indeed similar to the power of the sword. If she has the strength of the heyday, she can still compete with it, or it is not difficult to beat the opponent, but now, with two swords in a row, all the spirits His strength and vigor have been exhausted, but his strength is still suppressed.

Even if the opponent's arrow was blocked by Bahuang Shenyun's force and its power was greatly reduced, it was not something she could resist at this time.

Relying on pure strength, her retreating speed was not slow at all, but the speed of the arrow was getting faster and faster. With a few ups and downs of Mu Hanyan's kung fu, the sharp and cold long arrow arrived in front of her eyes.

Mu Hanyan didn't even have a chance to hide, so he could only use his last strength and slash out with his sword again.

Amidst the sharp crisp sound, the blade of the sword struck the tip of the arrow, shooting out a burst of sparks.

Mu Hanyan felt a huge force coming along the long sword, and it spread all over his body in an instant. Every bone in his body was almost shattered by that force. Even though he has tried his best, how can he be able to block this arrow only by relying on strength, without vigor and spiritual power?

"Hey", just as Mu Hanyan's arm trembled slightly, the black arrow pierced her shoulder.

Mu Hanyan was involuntarily lifted into the air by that huge force, spilling blood all over the ground.

"Bang..." Mu Hanyan fell heavily to the ground. The left arm hit by the arrow was hanging by her side, and she lost consciousness in pain.

Below the temple, everyone stopped cheering and shouting, and looked at Mu Hanyan, who was seriously injured, in shock and grief.

"Is your name Mu Hanyan? With your strength, you are qualified to know my name. My name is Mo Jiu!" The black-robed man straightened up, and a serious expression appeared on his ferocious face.

Magic Nine, Mo Seventeen? From his name, Mu Hanyan thought of something. But now, it is meaningless to think of these things. She knows that the other party's name at this time is just a respect for her. Perhaps in his view, this is also his respect for himself. The next moment, it should be him It's time to kill the killer.

Just as Mu Hanyan thought, Mo Jiu drew his longbow again, and the black arrows also flashed frightening light spots.

Judging from the black blood gushing out from the corner of his mouth and the trembling arms, his injury should be more serious than Mu Hanyan, but the black aura around him was constantly spinning, and the power that did not belong to him was caused by This pours into the body.

But even so, given his current situation, it is impossible to display the previous arrow power, but the problem is that Mu Hanyan not only has no spiritual power, but even the last trace of strength has been exhausted. It's not difficult for anyone to kill her, but how could he escape from the arrow.

Seeing the lightly trembling arrow feathers on Mu Hanyan's shoulders, and her pale lips without a trace of blood, An Xiaxin bit the tip of her tongue hard, trying to stand up, but she was already exhausted after persisting for a whole day. I tried my best, but I didn't even have the strength to move my fingers.

Beside, Ye Yi'an's haggard eyes also seeped two lines of muddy tears.

"Master Priest!" Mutu's mountain-like figure stood in front of Mu Hanyan.

Then came Wen Gaoren, Sikong Qinglan, Shen Yuhe, and Gu Qingyang.

As soon as they left the teleportation point, a few people rushed to Huayu City. Mu Hanyan was superior in strength, so they arrived one step ahead of them, and saw the scene of Mu Hanyan being injured by a long arrow from a distance. cut.

They knew that even Mu Hanyan couldn't block the arrow, and they had no strength to resist. The only thing they could do was to block the arrow for her with their flesh and blood.

Ling Baobao also hugged the Tyrant Dragon Armor and stood in front of Mu Hanyan. Although the Tyrant Dragon Armor was immune to divine spells, what was contained in the opponent's arrow was not magical spells, but sublimated from the understanding of laws. This is not something that the Tyrannical Dragon Armor can resolve, but he still has no hesitation and no hesitation.

Not far away, the Mu clan members who saw this scene were filled with tears and their blood was boiling.

"Master Priest!" Mu Chenglin roared, leading a group of members of the Mu clan to rush forward and stand in front of Mu Hanyan.

"I swear by blood, from now on, we will use our blood and our lives to defend the honor of your lord. No matter who you are, if you want to hurt your lord, you can only walk over our dead bodies!" The sound of the oath came from behind When the sound rang, Yan Qingshan and Qi Ming led a group of temple guards and stood in front of Mu Hanyan.

A temple priest also looked solemn and came to their side unswervingly. Next, it was the first people who moved into Huayu City. Although many of them did not make such an oath, Huayu City gave them their final shelter, and Mu Hanyan is their patron saint. Only when Mu Hanyan is alive can he bring them peace, bring them give them hope.

In order to protect the chief priest, and to protect this ancient temple, they did not hesitate to sacrifice their lives!

"Kill!" As Mu Tu yelled, all Mu's children, temple priests and guards, together with the common people, rushed towards Mo Jiu.

"Kill!" Immediately afterwards, other common people also swarmed out from under the temple, rushing towards Mo Jiu almost crazily. They used to be the most humble refugees in the God's Continent. Perhaps, in the face of the strong, they have chosen to bend down and kneel for generations, but don't forget that they can survive in the cruel God's Continent until now. Hidden unyielding blood.

At this moment, their blood was completely ignited.

Faced with the charge of tens of thousands of people who spared their lives, and feeling the belief in their desperate struggle, those experienced bandits were at a loss and did not know how to deal with it.

"The lowly ants actually have the courage to fight to the death." Mo Jiu glanced at the oncoming people with some admiration, and then said contemptuously to himself, "However, if you block the car with your arms, you will only kill yourself after all. "

"Kill them all!" Mo Jiu said indifferently.

Beside him, the bandit leader blew a huge horn.

Amidst the whining horn, the bewildered rogues woke up like a dream, slapped their mounts, swung their long knives, and killed the priests, guards and common people. The killing cry rang through the earth immediately.

And the bowstring tightly clasped on Mo Jiu's fingers suddenly loosened.

The black arrows seemed to tear open the sky and the earth, and the ear-piercing piercing screams actually covered up the sky-shattering killing cries.

The cold and ruthless intent of killing enveloped the surrounding fields, and the cold wind blew past, making howling wind sounds, so desolate, so tragic.

Mu Hanyan pressed her heart tightly, her vision had become blurred. It was like seeing countless people die tragically under the opponent's butcher's knife, as if seeing those loyal priests, guards, and members of the Mu clan bleeding into rivers under the arrow that shrouded the sky, and even being turned into nothingness by the powerful arrow .