Mu Hanyan and others were sweating profusely. No one had expected that Chen Xuefeng's taste was so unique. Judging from the lustful light in his eyes, these words were obviously not sarcasm, but were spoken from the heart.
"Take her back and make her the wife of my Blood Wind Bandits." Chen Xuefeng roared and ordered his men.
"Uh..." The gang of murderous bandits under his command were all stunned and subconsciously let out a "uh" sound.
Mu Hanyan suddenly thought that judging from Chen Xuefeng's unique taste, the appearance of his former head of the family's beloved daughter must be very unique as well. If he hadn't escaped from home out of guilt, he might have become the son-in-law of the priest family. What a pity.
"What are you still standing there for?" Chen Xuefeng looked at Miss Yu'er infatuatedly, and when he saw that everyone was just in a daze and had no reaction, he shouted angrily.
"Oh oh oh, let's do it." Seeing the big boss's anger, the bandits no longer cared about being surprised by his unique taste. They rushed towards Miss Yu'er, ready to welcome the wife back to the village.
"Stop!" Sikong Qinglan suddenly flew out.
A dark green sword light swept out, knocking the bandits back.
However, these bandits were indeed quite powerful, and their physical defense was amazing. Although they were repelled by his sword, they were not seriously injured.
"Priest!" Seeing Sikong Qinglan take action, Chen Xuefeng's face darkened and murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
Although he escaped death from the temple's siege time and time again, he also paid a heavy price. Now his body still bears countless scars left by the priests' magic, and he naturally hates the temple priests to the core.
Since the Mu family can have such a fiefdom, they naturally have priests. However, generally speaking, priests will serve and practice in the temple. It is extremely rare to see priests like Ye Yian staying in the clan. This is of course because of his special status and his age. Staying in the temple will not help his cultivation much, and he is worried that his identity will be accidentally revealed. It is safer for him to stay in the village.
In addition, Sikong Qinglan cherished the priest robe and changed into the old patched robe he had worn on the road. Ye Yian didn't want to appear too abrupt, so he also changed into casual clothes. So he didn't expect that there were still priests in this village.
"Yes, I am Sikong Qinglan, the prayer priest of the Flower Rain Temple. You Blood Wind Bandits have been killing innocent people and doing all kinds of evil. Today is the perfect time to wipe you out completely!" Sikong Qinglan said righteously.
"Huayu Temple, are you the priest of Huayu Temple?" Chen Xuefeng was slightly stunned.
"Yes, I am the priest of the Huayu Temple." Sikong Qinglan said with his chest puffed out.
Seeing Chen Xuefeng's surprised expression, he felt a little proud in his heart. Although it had indeed fallen into decline in recent years, the Huayu Temple was still one of the oldest temples in the Continent of Gods and had not been forgotten.
"Hahahaha, I didn't expect that Huayu Temple, one of the oldest temples in the Continent of Gods, would fall into such a state. A young boy who is still wet behind the ears can become a prayer priest, hahahaha." Chen Xuefeng laughed wildly and unscrupulously.
"Go to hell!" Sikong Qinglan then realized what Chen Xuefeng was surprised about. His face turned red with shame. Filled with shame and anger, he spread his body and attacked Chen Xuefeng.
"Looking for death!" Chen Xuefeng said contemptuously, without even looking at Sikong Qinglan. He raised the long sword above his head, and then chopped it down without any fancy moves.
Never underestimate your opponent. This was Miss Mu's motto, and it was probably also the realization of many powerful warriors who had fallen into adversity before their death. Seeing Chen Xuefeng's contempt for Sikong Qinglan, Mu Hanyan seemed to have already seen the guy's pitiful end after being severely injured.
Although she still had little understanding of the cultivation methods of the Divine Continent and couldn't assess the strength of the priests, Mu Hanyan could guess from the earlier hymn of life that Sikong Qinglan was quite talented and capable, and certainly not weak among his peers. Otherwise, even if the Flower Rain Temple had fallen into decline, he wouldn't have become a Prayer Priest. The reason he had previously lost to Kang Qingyuan was because Kang Qingyuan was too powerful. Even Miss Mu had wasted a Hunyuan Stone, instantly recovering to her strongest swordsman realm to kill him. How could he not be powerful?
"This Chen Xuefeng is in big trouble!" Mu Hanyan thought secretly in her heart.
However, this time she was wrong. Chen Xuefeng swung his long sword, and Sikong Qinglan's lush green sword light was actually broken by it, becoming as fragile as paper.
In just a blink of an eye, the bloody blade was at Sikong Qinglan's chest.
Only then did Mu Hanyan realize that Chen Xuefeng's strength was so overpowering. If Sikong Qinglan was allowed to be chopped down by this sword, even if he was not cut in half, he would have no chance of survival.
"Be careful!" Seeing Sikong Qinglan about to die under Chen Xuefeng's sword, Ye Yian moved in front of him, blocking him with his sword. The red light burned like a flame, yet it was unusually solid. It was obvious that this sword had a strong defense.
"Clang!" The sound of metal clashing caused sparks to fly.
Ye Yian and Sikong Qinglan retreated repeatedly, spurting blood from their mouths. His face, which was already full of wrinkles, turned as pale as paper, as if he had aged a hundred years.
His sword defense was indeed strong, but the power of Chen Xuefeng's knife was even more terrifying. Even his internal organs were injured and his blood was flowing backwards. It was obvious that he was seriously injured.
"Master of Worship!" Mu Hanyan hurriedly supported Ye Yian.
"Master of Offerings!" The disciples of the Mu family around him also exclaimed in surprise. Seeing Ye Yian's bloodless old face, everyone was filled with indignation.
"I'm going to fight you!" Mu Tu rushed towards Chen Xuefeng angrily with a butcher knife in his hand.
The young men who were originally trembling with fear and could hardly hold their swords became furious. They threw aside their fear and rushed forward.
Unfortunately, even Sikong Qinglan and Ye Yian were no match for Chen Xuefeng, let alone them.
Too weak, too weak! Seeing the strength of several people, Chen Xuefeng looked at them as if they were ants. With just a light dance of his long sword, several people fell out even rolling and crawling.
Fortunately, Mu Tu had thick skin and strong muscles, and he took most of the pressure for them, so they managed to save their lives. However, they were all spitting out blood and were seriously injured.
Looking at this scene, all the members of the Mu clan turned pale.
The rumors were true, this Chen Xuefeng was really so powerful that even the prayer priest and the old priest from the Huayue Temple were no match for him.
"There are actually two priests here. It's just right. I'll skin you alive to vent all the bad feelings I've had for years." Chen Xuefeng looked at Ye Yian and Sikong Qinglan with a grim smile, swung his sword and chopped them down fiercely, shouting, "Kill them all, leave no one alive!"
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