Mu Hanyan and the others were even more drenched in cold sweat, no one thought that Chen Xuefeng's taste was so unique, judging from the misty light in his eyes, these words were obviously not sarcastic, but sensitive.

"Take her back and be my Lady of the Blood Wind Thief. Chen Xuefeng roared loudly and ordered his subordinates.

"Uh......" The gang of murderers who didn't blink an eye were all dumbfounded, and subconsciously snorted.

Mu Hanyan suddenly thought, judging from Chen Xuefeng's unique taste, it is estimated that the appearance of the baby daughter of the former head of the family should also be very unique, if he hadn't escaped from the house as a thief, maybe he would have become the fast son-in-law of the priest family, what a pity.

"What are you doing in a daze?" Chen Xuefeng looked at Miss Yu'er obsessively, and saw that everyone didn't react when they were in a daze, and shouted angrily.

"Oh oh oh, let's do it. Seeing the anger of the big boss, the rogue didn't care about being surprised by his unique taste, and hugged the Yu'er girl in a nest, ready to welcome Mrs. Zhaizhai back to the village.

"Stop!" Sikong Qinglan suddenly flew out.

A blue sword swept out, sweeping those rogues upside down.

However, these rogues really have good strength, and their physical defense is even more amazing, although they were shocked back by his sword, they were not seriously damaged.

"Priest!" Seeing Sikong Qinglan make a move, Chen Xuefeng's face sank, and murderous intent burst out in his eyes.

Although he escaped death from the encirclement of the temple again and again, he also paid a lot of price, and now he still has the scars left by countless priests' divine skills on his body, and he hates the priests of the temple to the core.

The Mu family can have such a fief, naturally there are priests, but usually, priests will serve in the temple to cultivate, and priests like Ye Yi'an who stay in the clan are extremely rare, of course, because of his special status and too old age, staying in the temple will not help his cultivation, but he is worried that he will accidentally reveal his identity, so it is safer to stay in the village.

Coupled with the fact that Sikong Qinglan cherished that sacrificial robe and changed into the old robe full of patches on the road, Ye Yi'an didn't want to look too abrupt, so he also changed into regular clothes, so he didn't expect that there were still priests left in this village.

"Yes, I am Sikong Qinglan, the prayer priest of the Flower Rain Temple, you bloody thieves have done all kinds of evil to kill innocents, and today is just the right time to eradicate you!" Sikong Qinglan said righteously.

"Flower Rain Temple, are you the priest of the Flower Rain Temple?" Chen Xuefeng was slightly stunned.

"Yes, I am the priest of the Flower Rain Temple. Sikong Qinglan puffed up his chest and said.

Seeing Chen Xuefeng's surprised appearance, he still felt a little proud in his heart, although it was indeed a little depressed over the years, but the Flower Rain Temple was also one of the oldest temples in the God Continent, and it had not been forgotten.

"Hahahaha, I didn't expect that the Flower Rain Temple, as one of the oldest temples in the Continent of the Gods, would be reduced to this kind of field, and a little hairy child who has not dried up can become a prayer priest, hahahaha. Chen Xuefeng laughed unscrupulously.

"Give me death!" Sikong Qinglan knew what Chen Xuefeng was surprised about, his face was flushed with shame, and under the mixture of shame and indignation, he unfolded his body and attacked Chen Xuefeng.

"Look for death!" Chen Xuefeng said contemptuously, without even looking at Sikong Qinglan, the long knife was raised above the top, and then it was straight without any fancy eyes

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Never despise your opponent, this is Miss Mu's creed, and it is estimated that it is also the realization of many strong people who capsized in the gutter before they died. Seeing Chen Xuefeng's contempt for Sikong Qinglan, Mu Hanyan seemed to have seen the pitiful end of this guy's heavy injury.

Although he still doesn't know much about the cultivation method of the God Continent, and he doesn't have a good evaluation of the strength of the priest, but from the previous hymn of life, Mu Hanyan can guess that Sikong Qinglan's talent and strength are not bad, and he is not a weak person among priests of the same age, otherwise no matter how downtrod the Flower Rain Temple is, it is impossible for him to become a prayer priest. The reason why he lost to Kang Qingyuan before was because Kang Qingyuan's strength was too strong, even Miss Mu wasted a piece of Hunyuan Stone, and her strength instantly recovered to the strongest realm of the sword master before killing him, can it not be strong?

"This Chen Xuefeng is going to be unlucky!" Mu Hanyan thought secretly in his heart.

This time, however, she was wrong. Chen Xuefeng's long knife slashed out, and Sikong Qinglan's green sword was unexpectedly broken, and it was as fragile as paper paste.

Just in the blink of an eye, the blade with a hint of crimson reached Sikong Qinglan's chest.

Only then did Mu Hanyan know that Chen Xuefeng's strength was so strong, if he was allowed to be cut by this knife, even if Sikong Qinglan was not cut in two, he would have no chance of survival.

"Be careful!" Seeing that Sikong Qinglan was about to die under Chen Xuefeng's sword, Ye Yi'an's figure flickered, blocking in front of him, and at the same time, the long sword blocked in front of him. Dao Dao red light burned like a flame, but it was extremely condensed, and it was obvious that this sword defense was extremely strong.

"Choke!" the gold and iron resonated, and a spark flew out.

Ye Yi'an took Sikong Qinglan back again and again, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and his face, which was already full of wrinkles, became as white as paper, as if he was a hundred years old.

His sword defense is indeed not weak, but the power of Chen Xuefeng's sword is even more terrifying, and even his internal organs are injured and his qi and blood are retrograde, and he is obviously not lightly injured.

"Worship your lord!" Mu Hanyan hurriedly supported Ye Yi'an.

"Worship your lord!" Beside him, all the children of the Mu family also exclaimed, and when they saw Ye Yi'an's bloodless old face, everyone was filled with righteous indignation.

"I'll fight with you!" Mu Tu carried the pig-killing knife and rushed towards Chen Xuefeng angrily.

The young men, who were trembling with fright, and couldn't even hold their swords steadily, were also furious, put aside their fear, and rushed forward after them.

It's a pity that even Sikong Qinglan and Ye Yi'an are not Chen Xuefeng's opponents, let alone them.

It's too weak, it's too weak! Seeing the strength of several people, Chen Xuefeng looked at them like looking at a few ants, but with a slight dance of the long knife, several people even fell out with a rolling belt.

Fortunately, the skin of the wooden slaughter was thick and thick, and they took most of the pressure for them, and a few people were able to save their lives, but they were all seriously injured while spitting blood foaming at the mouthful.

Looking at the scene in front of them, all the Mu clan people were as pale as earth.

The rumors are true, this Chen Blood Wind is really so powerful, even the prayer priests and old worshippers from the Flower Moon Temple are not his opponents.

"There are two priests, who just happened to have brought you out all these years of evil spirit. Chen Xuefeng looked at Ye Yi'an and Sikong Qinglan with a cruel smile, slashed down with a fierce swing of his knife, and roared sharply, "Kill them all, not one will be left!"