The entire square was completely dead. Although Long Wurong finally saved his life, the blood line that stretched for more than ten meters on the ground still showed the cruelty and **** of the first battle. Everyone can see it, Mu Hanyan There was no plan to let Long Wurong leave the competition platform alive. The latter only managed to save his life by relying on his body armor. Even so, being pierced by the fire spear was probably injured badly, and it was necessary to repair it.

Looking at Mu Hanyan again, everyone's eyes were a little frightened.

They finally knew how powerful and terrifying Mu Hanyan was. Two swords, two magic tricks, one smashed Long Wudang’s strongest magical death shield, one smashed the legendary Chaos Sword, and even returned it to Long Wudang, which was deadly. hit.

Mu Hanyan looked around the audience, and finally fell on the remaining eleven priests on the opposite side.

"Next one." Mu Hanyan swept across the eleven priests and suddenly shouted loudly.

Although the strength stays at the bottleneck, it is really difficult to make a breakthrough, but Mu Hanyan's time of cultivation has not been wasted, and the colorful soul orb has not been wasted, and his understanding of the Eight Desolation Gods has not been wasted. The Eight Desolation God Meteo depleted her whole body's spiritual power, and all her spiritual thoughts were different. This time, she had half of the remaining power left, and she could use the Eight Desolation God Meteorite again.

Under Mu Hanyan's gaze, the remaining eleven priests were all sitting on pins and needles. The clear drink fell in the ears more like thunder and explosion, 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 the sword and shouted again.

The priests on the opposite side looked uncertainly, and none of them dared to respond.

What a joke, even the strongest of them, Long Wurong, was defeated so tragically. Two swords—no, strictly speaking, he was already defeated when Mu Hanyan used the first sword. If there is no chaos Sword and Long Wurong have no courage to fight again. What a pity, even if there is a chaotic sword, the same defeat is defeated. If it weren't for a good old man, he would have won a treasure armor body. He would have no life long ago. Up.

They don't have the powerful magic of Long Wudang, and they don't have a treasure armor, so how can they ask for trouble. That string of blood beads is still vivid, and Mu Hanyan even dared to kill the precious son who faced the dignified Heavenly Sun priest, how could he be merciful to them?

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

Why did she take the initiative to challenge when she came up, and why she slapped Long Wurong, not to vent her resentment, nor to abandon herself, for this is the result.

With her strength, it would never be possible to rush out of the siege under the challenge of the wheels of twelve priests, only to anger the strongest dragon among the people, and force him to do his best as soon as he came up, and then use the thunder. It will be defeated, so as to make its people lose the courage to fight with themselves.

When you first come up, you will be the first to win, on the one hand, to master the initiative, first to fight the dragon without fail, on the other hand, it is also to plant the seeds of fear in the hearts of others.

Judging from the performance of the eleven priests opposite, her plan was completed perfectly.

In fact, that "Chaotic God Sword" also graced Mu Hanyan's battle a lot, making everyone even more highly appreciative of her strength and a little more fearful. Ling Baobao's seemingly unreliable prank has had an unexpected effect.

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

This priest is not the strongest among the people, but judging from the cold sweat on his face and the flickering eyes, he is the weakest one.

"I, Mu and Mu, the priest, why am I?" The priest said pale and stuttered for a moment.

Mu Hanyan almost laughed out loud. This is not nonsense. Why did you choose you? Isn't it because you look like a bully? Judging from his stammering question, it was more bullying than he thought.

"Let's do it!" Mu Hanyan certainly didn't laugh out loud when he wanted to maintain his strong, cruel and terrifying image in their hearts on such serious occasions. He said with a proud face, a cold face and a murderous face. .

The other priests didn't smile either. Although they felt that this person was a bit embarrassing, they felt the same anxiety in their hearts after seeing the battle just now. If they were picked by Mu Hanyan, their performance would never be any better than this person.

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

Seeing his pitiful appearance as if he was about to rush to the execution ground, Mu Hanyan felt more confident.

Holding the hilt in her hand, the Han Xiao Sword slowly unsheathed, and her expression became even colder.

"I give up, give up." Looking at the merciless murderous intent in Mu Hanyan's eyes, the priest's last line of defense was finally broken, and shouted in a trembling voice. Then he was too embarrassed to face everyone again, jumped off the competition table and turned around and left.

Seeing him so stubbornly conceded and ran away, everyone in the audience was so surprised that they didn't recover for a while, and then reacted and made waves of hiss.

Speaking of, the strength of this priest is not weak among the remaining eleven. In fact, there is no weak person who can stand on the stage. Regardless of identity and strength, they are the best among the major temples. Even if you know that you are not Mu Hanyan's opponent, you should make a few moves. If you are indeed defeated, let's surrender. Who knows that he doesn't even have the courage to do it, so he just surrenders. Doesn't he feel ashamed?

Of course the priest heard the boos behind him, but he didn't take it seriously. What is shame? Just don't lose your old life! After a few moves, he wants to come with Mu Hanyan. I will make a few moves first, and then surrender decently. But Long Wurong’s end is right in front of him. One move, just one move, will seriously hurt and vomit blood. , It is estimated that it is also because of the treasure armor, otherwise he might not even have the opportunity to take out the chaos sword.

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

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

"Next, you!" Mu Hanyan didn't care about the priest who fled before the battle, and the long sword pointed at another one.

Now is the time to strike while the iron is hot, and completely destroy the opponent's fighting spirit in one go. They must not be relieved.