If you want to change the straw bag temperament of Yuan Xiangzhi before, relying on the defense of the sacrificial robe to save your life, the first thing you do must be to jump up and scold, but this guy is lying on the ground and pretending to be dead, until Gao Weihu attacks again, and then suddenly bursts into a lore.

It's no wonder that Yuan Xiangzhi was bullied like this by him, aside from his strength, the scheming city of the two is not on the same level at all.

Seeing Liu Qianyuan's unexpected sword, the anxious retinue priests finally breathed a sigh of relief, in the face of this killer sword, unless the big fat man was determined to die together, there was no other choice but to turn back and retreat.

Unfortunately, they were wrong.

In the face of Liu Qianyuan's insidious and vicious sword, Gao Weihu did not take half a step back, but let the cold sword blade pierce into his chest, only at the moment when the tip of the sword was about to pierce into the heart vein, his body shook slightly, that is, this slight sway, the cold sword blade grazed the heart veins and came out.

Liu Qianyuan never dreamed that the big fat man in front of him would be so bold, like courage, you must know that the difference is the difference between life and death, and if he changed himself, he would never have such courage.

The few henchmen priests who had just breathed a sigh of relief were all dumbfounded, this big fat man was so fierce. Looking at the sacrificial robe he was wearing, it was obvious that he was also a priest, but who had ever heard of such a fierce priest in the world, who was even more desperate than those licking blood from the edge of their swords.

Mu Hanyan was also taken aback, with his understanding of Gao Weihu, with his current adaptability, even if he refused to retreat, it would be too late to return to the back of the axe, who knew that he would take such a risk.

Mu Hanyan couldn't help but think of Gao Weihu's violent stabbing of Zhao Zhiyuan when they met for the first time, obviously, Liu Qianyuan's insult to Su Baoer completely angered Gao Weihu, and this guy also went berserk.

The distracting thoughts in Liu Qianyuan's mind only flashed, and he quickly came back to his senses, and hurriedly destroyed the spiritual power and rushed into Gao Weihu's body along the long sword. Although the other party avoided the vital point of the heart, with his powerful spiritual power, he could still make his internal organs shattered and seriously injured.

However, Gao Weihu took such a big risk, how could he let him succeed? At the same time as Liu Qianyuan urged his spiritual power, the giant axe in his hand was cut down again.

"Poof!" Liu Qianyuan spurted out a mouthful of blood and flew out again.

No matter how strong the sacrificial robe defense on his body was, it couldn't withstand Gao Weihu's two heavy blows in succession, let alone such a close distance.

The long sword departed from his body, and a blood sword erupted from Gao Weihu's heart, and blood was surging in his mouth. Although Liu Qianyuan's spiritual power from the sword failed to shatter his internal organs, it also injured him a lot.

However, Gao Weihu was unaware of his injuries, and the tiger roared and rushed towards Liu Qianyuan again.

Constantly gathering spiritual power, the blood and qi in Gao Weihu's body flowed, the blood at the wound was gushing like an injection, and the blood gushed out of his mouth, but the divine light on the giant axe was getting brighter and brighter, and the momentum on his body was getting stronger and stronger.

In the roar, Gao Weihu was like a mad tiger, and he slashed at Liu Qianyuan's body one after another.

Seeing Gao Weihu's madness, Jiang Qiyan secretly took a cool breath. She had also seen Mu Hanyan's followers before, whether it was Zi Rong, Hua Yue, Jiang Yuzhe, or Tang Bufan, they were all deadly masters when they started their hands, but when it came to madness, they were still slightly inferior to the one in front of them.

Speaking of which, Liu Qianyuan's strength is actually not weak, at least he has reached the realm of a fourth-order divine heart priest, which is much stronger than Gao Weihu. But as soon as he came up, he lost the first move, and the insidious and cunning sword was easily resolved by Gao Weihu's almost the same way of playing, and then suffered a heavy blow, at this time, in the face of Gao Weihu's stormy and crazy attack, he was suppressed so that he had no power to fight back, and he didn't even have a chance to perform the stunt at the bottom of the box.

Fortunately, the sacrificial robe on his body has a strong defense, otherwise his life would have been lost.

However, although Gao Weihu was never able to break through the defense of the sacrificial robe, under the powerful shock, Liu Qianyuan was still injured a lot, and blood was also spraying wildly.

"Bang!" In the muffled sound, Liu Qianyuan flew out again, and hit a rock hard.

The rock, which was two feet square, was smashed by him, and a cloud of smoke and dust rose up.

Soon, the smoke and dust dispersed with the wind, and I saw Liu Qianyuan sitting in the rubble, gray-faced, spitting blood, obviously not lightly injured.

Gao Weihu was on the ground with an axe, his chest was constantly rising and falling, and blood was still gurgling out. Although his combat power is strong, after all, there is only a second-order divine soul priest in the true realm, and Liu Qianyuan's sword caused him to be injured a lot before, and then he was like a mad tiger slashing repeatedly, almost exhausting all his spiritual power.

All of this is a long story, in fact, from Gao Weihu's sudden attack to the end of everything, it was only a moment's work.

"Kill him and avenge the young master. Liu Qianyuan's entourage priests shouted loudly.

They didn't dare to shout such words when they were shocked by Gao Weihu's axe before, but now that he was injured and exhausted, their courage returned.

As soon as the words fell, more than half of the priests of the Temple of Death pressed towards Gao Weihu.

Mu Hanyan's figure moved, and he had already come to Gao Weihu's side, staring coldly at the approaching priests.

The rest of the priests hesitated to look at Gao Weihu, then at Mu Hanyan, hesitated, and finally did not move.

They entered the Blackwood Prison with Mu Hanyan, and when they were in Qianlong Valley, they had seen Mu Hanyan and Zhao Xinghong confronting each other.

Although he only saw Mu Hanyan's amazing formation thaumaturgy, and he hadn't seen her make a move, but as Zhao Xinghong's right priest in the Temple of Life, he had no way to take her, and he could only rely on some unacceptable means to make it difficult for her, this alone is enough to see that this Mu Hanyan is by no means simple.

Even Zhao Xinghong is afraid of people, can they not be afraid?

Mu Hanyan looked at the priests and felt a little relieved. She had a little impression of these people, she was quite kind to her when she was in Qianlong Valley before, and she had complained about her grievances, so she didn't want to embarrass them, since they didn't want to do it either, of course it was the best.

As for the other priests of the Temple of Death, Mu Hanyan had no scruples.

Calmly staring at the hundreds of priests who had gathered around, Han Yan slowly pulled out the Han Xiao Sword.

Although the other party is very powerful, but when it comes to blood, how can it be compared with the strange beasts in the Black Wood Prison, Mu Hanyan believes that as long as he takes a few random swords, the others will naturally retreat.

Her gaze stayed on a few young priests with the most powerful weapons, these people were obviously Liu Qianyuan's henchmen, when Su Bao'er was humiliated before, they laughed the most, and if she didn't cut them, she was sorry for them.

"Brother Weihu!" Su Bao'er hurried over and hugged Gao Weihu. Hurt like this, it can make her heart hurt to death!