At first I thought Mujia Village was on top of this mountain, but the more I walked, the more I felt something was wrong. This was not a place where ordinary people could survive. Even some low-level priests would find it difficult to survive here.
"I originally wanted to let you live a little longer, but I didn't expect that you would seek your own death." A hoarse and cold laugh suddenly sounded behind him.
"Who is it!" Sikong Qinglan turned around suddenly. He saw a man in a black robe and a black scarf covering his face slowly appearing.
Mu Hanyan stared coldly at the person in front of her. Although his face was covered with a black scarf, she still felt a sense of familiarity from his figure and the cold murderous intent in his eyes, which reaffirmed her previous guess.
Kang Qingyuan was cautious. Even at this time, he still refused to show his true face.
Kang Qingyuan ignored Sikong Qinglan and walked forward slowly.
"Stop, what do you want to do? We are temple priests. Any offense is punishable by death!" Sikong Qinglan saw the hostility in the other's eyes and quickly revealed his identity. Unfortunately, he was wearing a tattered robe, and there was no trace of the dignity of a priest.
"Priest? I really don't know what the chief priest of the Flower Rain Temple was thinking. He actually let a young man like you become a prayer priest. Is it really so bad that he can't even choose a decent talent?" The man in black opposite said with disdain and sigh.
"You know who I am!" Sikong Qinglan was slightly stunned.
At first, he thought they were desperate refugees, driven by a desperate need to make a living. He didn't take them seriously because he didn't know their identities. Regardless of status or strength, no matter how fierce the refugees were, they couldn't compare to the priests. He believed that if he revealed his identity, they would retreat.
Who would have thought that the other party knew his identity so well? Things might not be as simple as he imagined.
"I didn't want to kill you originally, but you insisted on getting involved with them, so you can't blame me." A murderous look suddenly flashed in the black-clothed man's eyes, and he slashed at Sikong Qinglan with a sword.
Although Sikong Qinglan was shy, he was not stupid. He sensed something was wrong and had secretly made preparations. When he saw him make a move, he immediately drew his sword and went forward to meet him.
One green and one blue, two sword beams suddenly shot out from the sword, then violently collided with each other, emitting a dazzling and mysterious light and shadow.
Sikong Qinglan groaned, spat out a mouthful of blood, and staggered backwards.
Just as Mu Hanyan expected, although Sikong Qinglan held a high position, he was still young after all and was far from being Kang Qingyuan's opponent. He was seriously injured by a single sword strike.
Kang Qingyuan was obviously not interested in wasting time on him. He repelled him with a sword and then ignored him and flew towards Mu Hanyan.
"Be careful!" Ye Yian shouted instinctively, took a step forward, and slashed at Kang Qingyuan with a sword.
The crimson light, like a burning flame, rushed towards Kang Qingyuan.
It can be seen that Ye Yian has a very solid foundation. Although his realm has not improved much in the past thousand years and has remained at the level of a ninth-order divine priest, his moves are steady and dignified, and he has a hint of the aura of a great man.
"No wonder you have been able to protect the Mu family for so many years. You are indeed quite capable. It's a pity that you are too old." There was some admiration in Kang Qingyuan's eyes.
"The endless winter has bestowed upon me the power of ice and snow, the music of ice!" Kang Qingyuan's eyes turned cold, he murmured softly, and his left hand uttered sword gestures.
In an instant, the air around him turned icy cold, and countless ice crystals danced in the wind, flying towards Ye Yian.
Ye Yian's sword light, which was like a burning flame, suddenly dimmed. Under the sword light that was like dancing ice and snow, he only held on for a moment before being shaken back repeatedly.
Kang Qingyuan was right. He was indeed too old and had already reached the limit of his life. He had only survived until now by constantly taking elixirs. How could he possibly exert the strength of his prime?
Mu Hanyan supported Kang Qingyuan and her expression became serious.
Although he had long anticipated that Ye Yian and Sikong Qinglan would be no match for Kang Qingyuan, he had not expected them to be defeated so quickly and so cleanly. It seemed that he had underestimated Kang Qingyuan. He had originally thought that he was at the bottom of the Fengcheng Temple's high priests, but now it seemed that he was probably even better than Wen Rongsong and Liang Gubai. He had been hiding his strength, and it was possible that the previous abuse by Chu Yanghe, which left him powerless to fight back, was all an act.
Originally, because of the presence of an outsider like Sikong Qinglan, Mu Hanyan wanted to wait for the most appropriate opportunity before taking action. But now it seems that she can't wait any longer. Her hand slowly grasped the hilt of the sword.
"What? Do you still want to fight with me? Do you have the qualifications?" Seeing the fighting spirit in Mu Hanyan's eyes, Kang Qingyuan couldn't help laughing.
Although Mu Hanyan had taught them a severe lesson with the help of those formations in Fengcheng Temple due to his natural understanding of the power of laws, he would never believe that the little girl in front of him was qualified to fight him.
"Master of Offerings!" Mu Tu also rushed forward at this time, holding Ye Yian with one hand and pulling out his pig-killing knife with a cold glowing light with the other hand.
However, even Ye Yian and Sikong Qinglan were no match for Kang Qingyuan, and his martial arts skills were completely negligible.
"You guys go quickly, I'll stop him!" At this moment, Sikong Qinglan took a few big steps and flashed in front of Mu Hanyan.
Mu Hanyan and Ye Yian were both slightly stunned. As long as Sikong Qinglan was not a fool, he should be able to hear who the other party was targeting. Shouldn't his best choice now be to turn around and run away?
"Hurry up and leave, why are you still standing there?" Turning his head slightly, Sikong Qinglan became even more anxious when he saw Mu Hanyan and the others looking dazed.
"You don't know whether to live or die!" Kang Qingyuan snorted coldly and slashed at Sikong Qinglan with his sword again.
"Go, go!" Sikong Qinglan shouted twice, suddenly flew up, and stabbed Kang Qingyuan's heart with his long sword. Judging from the sword intent, it was a posture of dying together.
Mu Hanyan was even more confused. If she counted carefully, they had only known Sikong Qinglan for a few days. Most of the time, they were in carriages and had not even seen each other. It was no exaggeration to say that they had only met a few times. Why would this guy risk his life for them?
"Be careful!" Ye Yian had the same doubt in his heart, but even though he was confused, he couldn't bear to see Sikong Qinglan die tragically for them, so he took a deep breath and attacked at the same time.
The sword beams intersected, bursting out in a dazzling light. Ye Yian and Sikong Qinglan both groaned and flew back like kites with broken strings.
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