Sure enough, the arrow is indeed a power similar to the way of the sword, if she has the strength of her heyday, she can still compete with it, or it is not difficult to defeat the other party, but now, two swords and eight desolate gods have been used in a row, all the spiritual power and strength have been consumed, but the strength is still suppressed.

Even if the opponent's arrow was strongly blocked by the Eight Desolation Gods, it was not something she could resist at this time.

Relying on pure strength, the speed at which she retreated was not slow at all, but the speed of the arrow was getting faster and faster, and in a few ups and downs of Mu Hanyan, the sharp and cold long arrow arrived in front of her.

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

With a sharp crisp sound, the blade slashed at the tip of the arrow, bursting out with a spark.

Mu Hanyan only felt that the huge force was attacking along the long sword, and it instantly spread throughout his body, and every bone on his body was almost shattered by that power. Although he had done his best, how could he be able to block this arrow if he only relied on strength, without strength and spiritual power?

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

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

"Bang" Mu Hanyan fell to the ground heavily, the left arm of the arrow hung down to his side, and he lost consciousness in pain, and the right hand holding the sword was also cracked and bloody, and he was constantly trembling.

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

"Your name is Mu Hanyan, right? With your strength, you are qualified to know my name, my name is Mo Jiu!" The black-robed man straightened up, and his hideous face showed a solemn look.

Mo Jiu, Mo Seventeen, from his name, Mu Hanyan thought of something. But now, it makes no sense to think of this, she knows that the other party's name at this time is just a respect for her, maybe in his opinion, this is also his respect for himself, and the next moment, it should be the time for him to kill the killer.

Just as Mu Hanyan thought, Mo Jiu pulled out his longbow again, and the black arrows also flashed with terrifying points of light.

Judging from the black blood gushing out of the corners of his mouth and his trembling arms, his injuries should be more serious than Mu Hanyan's, but the black aura outside his body kept spinning, and the power that did not belong to him poured into his body one after another.

But even so, with his current condition, it is impossible to use the previous arrow power, but the problem is that the current Mu Hanyan not only has no spiritual strength, but even the last trace of strength is consumed, it is not difficult for an ordinary person to kill her, how can he retreat from this arrow.

Seeing the arrow feathers on Mu Hanyan's shoulders that were still trembling gently, and her lips that were so pale that there was no trace of blood, An Xiaxin bit the tip of her tongue hard and wanted to stand up, but after holding on for a whole day, she was already exhausted, but she didn't even have the strength to move her fingers.

Next to him, Ye Yi'an's haggard eyes also oozed two lines of turbid tears.

"Lord Priest!" Mu Tu's tall figure stood in front of Mu Hanyan.

Subsequently, it was Wen Gaoren, Sikong Qinglan, and Shen Yuhe, as well as Gu Qingyang.

As soon as they left the teleportation point, several people rushed to Huayu City, Mu Hanyan's strength was superior, so they were one step ahead of them, and when they saw Mu Hanyan being injured by a long arrow from a distance, several people were like knives.

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They knew that even Mu Hanyan couldn't stop an arrow, and they didn't have the slightest strength to resist, the only thing they could do was to block this arrow for her with flesh and blood.

Ling Baobao also held the Baxia Dragon Armor and blocked in front of Mu Hanyan's body, although the Baxia Dragon Armor can be immune to divine arts, but what the opponent's arrow contains is not divine art, but the cultivation to the Tao that is sublimated from the law comprehension, which is not at all something that the Baxia Dragon Armor can resolve, but he still has no hesitation and does not hesitate.

Not far away, the people of the Mu clan who saw this scene were all in tears, and their blood was boiling.

"Lord Priest!" Mu Chenglin roared, leading a group of Mu clan people to rush forward and block in front of Mu Hanyan.

"Swear by blood, from now on, with our blood and our lives, we will defend the honor of adults, no matter who you want, if you want to hurt your adults, unless you walk over with our corpses!" The neat oath sounded behind him, and Yan Qingshan and Qi Ming, leading a group of temple guards, also blocked in front of Mu Hanyan.

A priest of the Temple of the Famous God also came to their side with a solemn expression. Next, there are the people who first moved into Huayu City. Although many of them did not make such an oath, Huayu City gave them their last place to live, Mu Hanyan, who is their patron saint, and only Mu Hanyan alive can bring them peace and hope.

In order to protect the Lord Priest, in order to protect this ancient temple, they did not hesitate to give their lives!

"Kill!" As Mu Tu shouted, all the Mu clan's disciples, temple priests and guards, along with those people, rushed towards Demon Jiu.

"Kill!" Immediately after, the other people also swarmed out from under the temple, almost frantically rushing towards the Demon Nine. They used to be the most despicable outcasts in the Continent of God, perhaps, in the face of the strong, they have chosen to bend down and bend their knees for generations, but don't forget that they can survive in the cruel Continent of God until now, and there is actually unyielding blood hidden in their bodies.

At this moment, their blood was completely ignited.

In the face of the charge of tens of thousands of people who risked their lives, and felt the belief in their desperate struggle, those battle-hardened rogues were at a loss and did not know how to respond.

"The lowly ant has the courage to fight to the death. Mo Jiu glanced at the oncoming crowd with some appreciation, and then said to himself contemptuously, "However, the mantis arm blocking the car is just a dead end after all." ”

"Kill them all!" Mo Jiu said indifferently.

Beside him, the leader of the Rogues blew a huge bullhorn.

At the sound of the whining horn, the dazed rogues woke up like a dream, flapped their mounts, waved their long knives, and slaughtered the priest guards and the people, and the shouts of killing immediately resounded throughout the earth.

And the bowstring tightly held on the fingers of the Demon Nine was also violently released.

The black arrows seemed to tear open the heavens and the earth, and the piercing screams that broke through the sky actually covered up the earth-shattering killing shouts.

The cold and ruthless killing intent enveloped the four fields, the cold wind blew, making a whistling wind, so desolate, so tragic.

Mu Hanyan pressed his heart tightly, and his vision had become blurred. It was as if he had seen hundreds of people die tragically under the butcher's knives of the other party, as if he had seen those loyal priests, guards, and Mu clansmen bleeding under the heaven-covering demon arrows, and even directly turned into nothingness by the powerful arrows.