The entire square was completely silent, although Long Wuxian finally saved his life, but the blood line on the ground that stretched for more than ten zhang still showed the cruelty and bloodiness of the battle just now, everyone could see that Mu Hanyan was not prepared to let Long Wuxian leave the test table alive, and the latter only relied on his protective armor to save his life with difficulty. Even so, if he was pierced by that fire spear, it is estimated that he was seriously injured, and his cultivation was inevitably greatly damaged.

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

They finally knew how powerful and terrifying Mu Hanyan was. Two swords, two magic moves, one move broke Long Wudang's strongest divine skill death shield, and one move smashed the legendary Chaos God Sword, and even gave Long Wuyi a fatal blow.

Mu Hanyan's gaze looked around the audience, and finally, it fell on the remaining eleven priests opposite.

"Next. Mu Hanyan's gaze swept over the eleven priests, and he suddenly shouted loudly.

Although the strength is stuck in the bottleneck, it is really difficult to make a breakthrough, but Mu Hanyan's cultivation during this time was not in vain, the colorful soul bead was not wasted, and the comprehension of the Eight Desolation Gods Fall was not in vain, and the last time she performed the Eight Desolation Gods Fall, she exhausted the spiritual power of the whole body, and all the divine thoughts were different, this time, she still had half of her remaining strength, and she could also perform the Eight Desolation Gods Fall again.

Under Mu Hanyan's gaze, the remaining eleven priests were all sitting on pins and needles, and the sound of clear drink falling into their ears was even more like thunder, and no one even dared to look directly into Mu Hanyan's eyes.

"Who else wants to challenge me, stand up!" Mu Hanyan pointed at his long sword and shouted again.

The priests on the opposite side looked at each other with uncertain eyes, and none of them dared to respond.

What are you kidding, even the strongest among them, Long Wuxian, was defeated so miserably, the two swords - no, strictly speaking, he had already lost when Mu Hanyan used the first sword, if there was no Chaos Sword, Long Wuxian would not have the courage to fight again at all, but unfortunately, even if there was a Chaos Sword, what could it be, the same defeat, if it wasn't for a good old man, who got a treasure armor to protect himself, he would have lost his life a long time ago.

They didn't have the powerful magic of Long Wudang, nor did they have the armor to protect themselves, how could they ask for hardship. That string of blood beads is still vivid, Mu Hanyan even dared to kill the precious son who faced the dignified Tianyang main sacrifice, how could he be merciful to their subordinates?

Seeing their performance, the stone in Mu Hanyan's heart finally landed.

Why did she take the initiative to challenge as soon as she came up, and why did she slap Long Wuxian in the face, it was by no means to vent her anger, nor was she self-defeating, for such a result.

With her strength, she could never break out of the siege under the challenge of the wheels of the twelve priests, and only by first angering the strongest dragon in the crowd was that he would give it all his might, and then defeated him with a thunderbolt, so that he would lose the courage to fight him.

As soon as he came up, he took the lead, on the one hand, in order to grasp the initiative and fight with Long Wustag first, and on the other hand, it was also to plant the seeds of fear in the hearts of others.

Judging by the performance of the eleven priests opposite, her plan was perfectly accomplished.

In fact, the "Chaos God Sword" also added a lot of glory to Mu Hanyan's battle, which made everyone think a little more highly of her strength, and her fear was also a little stronger. Ling Baobao's seemingly unreliable prank had an unexpected effect.

"Since no one takes the initiative to challenge, then I'll choose, you, it's you. Mu Hanyan moved his wrist, and the long sword pointed at one of the priests.

This priest was not the strongest of all, but judging by the cold sweat and flickering gaze on his face, he was the weakest of his mind.

"I, Mu, Mu Priest, why me?" said the priest, whose face turned pale for a moment, and stammered a little.

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

"Let's shoot!" On such a serious occasion, but also to maintain his strong, cruel and terrifying image in their minds, Mu Hanyan of course would not laugh out loud, and said with a proud, cold, and murderous face.

The other priests didn't laugh either, although they felt that this person was a little embarrassed, but after seeing the battle just now, their hearts were also the same uneasy, if they were picked by Mu Hanyan, their performance would never be much better than this person.

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

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

Holding the hilt of the sword, the Hanxiao Sword slowly came out of its sheath, and her expression became even colder.

"I throw in the towel, throw in the towel. Looking at the ruthless murderous intent in Mu Hanyan's eyes, the last trace of defense in the priest's heart was finally broken, and he shouted in a trembling voice. Then I was embarrassed to face everyone again, jumped off the test table and turned around and left.

Seeing that he actually admitted defeat and ran away so spinelessly, everyone in the audience was so surprised that they didn't come back to their senses for a while, and then reacted and let out bursts of boos.

Speaking of which, the strength of this priest is not weak among the remaining eleven people, in fact, there is no weak person who can stand on the stage, regardless of identity and strength, he is the best among the major temples, even if he knows that he is not Mu Hanyan's opponent, he should have a few moves, and then admit defeat after he is defeated, who knows that he doesn't even have the courage to do it, and he just admits defeat, doesn't he feel ashamed?

The priest, of course, heard the boos behind him, but he didn't think so. What is the disgrace? As long as you don't lose your old life, it's fine! After a few moves, he wants to have a few moves with Mu Hanyan and you, and then admit defeat with dignity, but Long Wu's fate is just around the corner, one move, just one move, he will be seriously injured and vomit blood, it is estimated that it is also because of the armor protection, otherwise he may not even have the opportunity to take out the Chaos God Sword.

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

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

"Next, you!" Mu Hanyan didn't pay attention to the priest who had escaped, and the long sword pointed at another.

Now is the time to strike while the iron is hot, and completely destroy the opponent's fighting spirit in one go, and must not let them ease their senses.