"No way! At this critical moment, he's resorting to this trick?" Behind him, Long Wudang stared blankly at the small flame. He'd suffered greatly from Mu Hanyan before, and knew this small flame was definitely not as simple as it appeared. Anyone who dared to underestimate it would surely die miserably. However, at this moment, he didn't think Xiang Qiuzhan would fall for such a foolish trick. He even felt that Mu Hanyan was courting death by using such a trick in such a life-or-death battle.
If Mu Hanyan knew what he was thinking, she would definitely cry out in injustice. She had no intention of showing weakness to paralyze her opponent, never. She had no choice. God knew why every time she used all her strength in a divine art, it would start with a small flame and then end with a gorgeous flame soaring into the sky, which made her seem so treacherous and cunning.
At the moment the small flame appeared, a ball of faint blue light suddenly burst out from Xiang Qiuzhan's huge black sword. It was deep and vast, as if the door to the abyss of hell had been opened.
"Roar!" With a roar, a black figure flew out.
Dragon! Those graceful antlers, elegant figure, sharp claws, and indestructible scales all over the body—isn't that the strongest of the ancient mythical beasts in legend? The dragon!
However, unlike the divine dragons that ordinary people know, the giant black dragon in front of them did not have any sacredness at all. It was full of death, evil and cruelty.
The evil dragon roared angrily and flew around Mu Hanyan in the air. In just a blink of an eye, the huge and slender black dragon shadow was like a black mist, trapping Mu Hanyan tightly inside.
Everyone looked at this scene in horror, even the bandits under Xiang Qiuzhan were no exception.
It was not until this time that they understood why Xiang Qiuzhan was able to escape safely from the siege of the five major temples, why so many priests died tragically at his sword, and why the temple priests who claimed to be the masters of the continent could not even find his shadow.
It’s not because of how strong he is, but because of his sword, or more accurately, because of the evil dragon hidden in the sword.
"Master Priest!" An Xiaxin and others finally came to their senses and exclaimed in unison.
Perhaps, the legendary divine beast dragon may not be the ultimate powerful being of the continent. The demon dragon in front of him should be sealed in the giant sword, and may not be as powerful as the legend says. The top priests with extraordinary strength may not be unqualified to compete with it, but no one thinks that Mu Hanyan has such strength.
"Die, I want you to die. I want your soul to be destroyed and you to never be reborn." Xiang Qiuzhan grinned cruelly and slashed towards Mu Hanyan with the huge sword.
Although Mu Hanyan had long guessed that his giant sword was no ordinary item, she had never imagined that an ancient magic dragon was sealed in it. She had never even heard of the existence of such a magic dragon in the world.
A demonic dragon coiled around her body, and black air filled the air. Under the restraint of the huge power, Mu Hanyan was unable to move. The long sword that had been cut halfway was frozen in mid-air and could not move forward at all.
Only that tiny flame flew towards the giant sword that Xiang Qiu had swung out.
Even a fool would know that such a tiny flame couldn't possibly stop Xiang Qiuzhan's hateful sword. Even if it transformed into a giant fireball or a blazing spear, it wouldn't be enough to stop it. The power contained in that sword wasn't Xiang Qiuzhan's own, but the power of the demon dragon.
"Han Yan!" Ling Baobao's face no longer had its usual calmness. His eyes were red. He raised the Ba Xia Dragon Armor and smashed it towards Xiang Qiuyi.
An Xiaxin and others also woke up as if from a dream, flew towards Mu Hanyan, swung their swords, and released a series of magical spells at the same time.
The evil dragon roared, and a black aura surged out of its body, like ripples on water. The magic of An Xiaxin and others dissolved it, and it disappeared in an instant. Ling Baobao was shocked back along with the Ba Xia dragon armor.
"Master Priest..." An Xiaxin's legs went weak and she knelt on one knee. Behind her, everyone knelt down as well.
Ling Baobao stood there, her whole body cold, tears rolling down her cheeks.
Xiang Qiuzhan's giant sword was getting closer and closer to Mu Hanyan. Black air filled the air and it turned into a ferocious dragon head with a bloody mouth, as if it wanted to swallow Mu Hanyan in one gulp.
And at this moment, the weak little flame, which seemed like it would be blown out by a stronger wind, flew into the mouth of the dragon.
Suddenly, the dragon's body stiffened, and Xiang Qiu's sword, which was full of murderous energy, also froze in mid-air.
A shocking scene occurred. A flash of fire appeared, and the ferocious giant head of the magic dragon quickly melted and disappeared like an ice cube under the scorching sun. The body covered with scales and seemingly indestructible also quickly dissipated under the burning of a white flame.
It felt like watching a paper dragon lantern turn into ashes under the flames and then drift away in the wind without leaving a trace.
Even the black sword in Xiang Qiuzhan's hand was no exception. It turned into nothingness in the blink of an eye.
"How is this possible..." Staring blankly at his empty palm, Xiang Qiuzhan's mind was filled with confusion.
This was the last question in his life, and of course, it was also a question that would never have an answer for him.
Because the next moment, the Hanxiao Sword, which had lost its restraints, had already slashed heavily on his chest. At this time, a flaming spear also appeared, pierced through his chest, and carried him into the air.
"Ah..." Xiang Qiuzhan finally let out a scream. His body was turned into ashes by the blazing flames in mid-air.
Everyone was stunned. They thought Mu Hanyan was doomed to die, but who could have known such a reversal would happen. The terrifying dragon was defeated so easily by Mu Hanyan. Even Xiang Qiuzhan, who could not withstand the power of Zhuge Qiu's sword, died under Mu Hanyan's sword.
Even though all this was happening right before their eyes, some people couldn't help but rub their eyes, obviously unable to believe what they saw.
"Kill!" Mu Hanyan pointed with her sword and shouted coldly.
She was not a person who killed indiscriminately, but having witnessed the brutality and ruthlessness of the bandits, she would never have the slightest mercy in her heart.
The bandits under Xiang Qiuzhan are well-trained and far more terrifying than the Blood Wind Bandits. If they are allowed to escape from Huayu City, they will cause disaster once they become powerful enough.
Mu Hanyan knew that if she wanted to become stronger, she couldn't stay in Huayu City forever, so she was unwilling to leave any hidden dangers for them.
It's a pity that activating the divine power is too detrimental to her vitality, and the loss of divine power is particularly huge. Using the Eight Desolate Divine Meteorites made her exhausted, and she was unable to move for a short time.
A cold voice resounded throughout the earth, and the priests and guards of the Flower Rain Temple woke up as if from a dream and attacked the bandits on the opposite side.
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