Their movements were not slow, but there were others who were even faster. Almost as soon as Mu Hanyan shouted "Kill," Mu Tu led his people and pounced on the bandits like tigers descending from the mountains.
Seeing Xiang Qiuzhan's death, no matter how well-trained these bandits were, they could no longer muster the fighting spirit and all retreated. However, even when they retreated, they did not huddle together. They were indeed much stronger than Chen Xuefeng's gang of Blood Wind Bandits.
But when they saw Mu Tu and others rushing forward, they couldn't help but pull the reins and slow down.
In the past few years, they followed Xiang Qiuzhan to plunder everywhere. Not to mention civilians, hundreds of priests died at their hands. But this time when they came to Huayu Temple, not only did they not gain any benefits, but they were almost wiped out. Even Xiang Qiuzhan was killed on the spot.
Aside from their fear, they couldn't help but feel a bit resentful. If it had been a priest who had attacked them, they might not have had the courage to fight back, but since even a bunch of ordinary people dared to chase and kill them, it really felt like a tiger in plain sight being bullied by a dog.
"They are not afraid of death. We must take a few heads today to comfort Brother Xiang's spirit in heaven." A bandit with a fierce face licked his lips and said.
"That's right. We can't just watch our brothers and Brother Xiang die in vain." Another bandit said with a cruel look on his face.
After saying that, he pulled the reins of his horse, raised his long sword high, and flew towards Mu Tu who was rushing in the front.
The eyes of the others also burned with resentment and hatred. They gripped their weapons tightly and rushed towards the civilians who were holding hoes and shovels and seemed to be vulnerable to them.
They didn't know that their momentary impulse would make them lose their last chance to escape.
"Clang... Chi..." With a crisp sound, accompanied by a light sound like cloth being torn, the bandit who attacked first was knocked to the ground by Mu Tu along with his sword. The long sword broke into two pieces, and blood shot up into the sky.
"Ah..." A scream was heard, and the companion beside him was knocked into the air by a huge iron hammer and died before he hit the ground.
Screams rang out one after another, and the strong smell of blood filled the air, drifting away with the cold night wind.
An Xiaxin and others subconsciously stopped and looked at the scene in shock.
Although the strength of these bandits could not be compared with that of high-level priests, they had been wandering in the wilderness for many years and had practiced martial arts. Their physical strength far exceeded that of ordinary priests. Except for An Xiaxin and Shen Yuhe, it was difficult for other priests to kill them easily even with their divine arts.
However, facing such an enemy, Mu Tu and others did not suffer any loss at all. Perhaps their fighting skills were not as good as those of the bandits, but in terms of strength, they far surpassed the other side.
Under such powerful suppression, the bandits' fighting skills were useless and they were simply blown away at the first touch. In just less than a quarter of an hour, hundreds of bandits had fallen to the ground.
Looking at the hoes and shovels that were raised high and then dropped heavily, An Xiaxin even wondered if she had seen it wrong. These were clearly divine weapons passed down from ancient times, just disguised as farm tools. Otherwise, how could a group of civilians burst out with such terrible power?
What kind of monsters are these Mu clan members?
"Master Priest Zuo, let's take action too." A young priest said eagerly, with hatred flashing in his eyes.
Just now, seeing the High Priest in danger, both the Mu clan and the priests of the Flower Rain Temple had their hearts in their throats. Seeing that the High Priest finally escaped safely and killed Xiang Qiuzhan in one fell swoop, they finally felt relieved. After the excitement and joy, they were filled with boundless anger.
If the High Priest had not restored the divine power, if the High Priest had not been so powerful, the Flower Rain Temple, which had been passed down for nearly a million years, would have been destroyed by the bandits. They would have either died tragically at the hands of the bandits, or escaped from the city and lived a miserable life, becoming a disgrace in the eyes of all the priests. How could they not be angry and hate them?
"When you attack, be careful not to hurt your own people." An Xiaxin reminded.
The priest's magic is different from sword skills. Once used, it is difficult to control. The Mu clan members are fighting with the bandits, and she doesn't want to hurt her friends by mistake.
"Don't worry, sir, we know it." A priest rushed into the battle group like a tiger out of a cage.
Screams rang out one after another, and the smell of blood in the air became stronger.
An Xiaxin then realized that they had no intention of using divine magic at all. They were using martial arts, or more precisely, the Eight Desolate Divine Meteorites taught by Mu Hanyan.
Although they couldn't comprehend the true mysteries of the Eight Desolate Divine Meteorites, they were priests after all, so their aptitude was undoubtedly good. If they practiced martial arts, they would still be far more powerful than the martial arts practiced by ordinary civilians. More importantly, they had also drunk the spring water condensed from the blood and soul of the dragon clan. Even though their physical strength was limited and the dosage was slightly less, their strength could not compare to that of the Mu clan members, but with the exquisiteness of the Eight Desolate Divine Meteorites, they were no less powerful than them in a fight.
"Are these really the priests of the Flower Rain Temple? What kind of monsters has the High Priest cultivated?" An Xiaxin looked at the familiar figure wearing a priest robe, slashing and hacking with a long sword, and had no time to cast any magic. She couldn't help but think so, and then joined the battle.
As the Left Priest, she couldn't just stand by and watch while her companions fought tooth and nail. More importantly, the sounds of fighting and shouting reached her ears, and the Left Priest's blood couldn't help but boil. She realized that she also had a latent desire for violence in her body, and it seemed that it was no better than Shen Yuhe's.
The battle was nearing its end, and in the end only three bandits were still resisting. Mu Hanyan could not see their appearance clearly because of the distance, but she only realized that they were very powerful. Even if Mu Tu, Shen Yuhe and others joined forces, they would not be able to do much to them for a while.
"In the prehistoric times, the heaven and earth collapsed, and all living things suffered. God had mercy on all things and broke through the chaos. The heaven and earth returned to their places, the stars moved, and the world was at peace. The title of God is spread throughout the world, the majesty of God is revered by all people, and the dignity of God is inviolable..." Mu Hanyan chanted in a low voice again and made hand gestures.
Although she had fought bloody battles with thousands of strange beasts at Beining Pass and had long been accustomed to the blood, those were strange beasts after all, not humans. Even though she knew that the bandits in front of her were unforgivable criminals and deserved to be put to death, Mu Hanyan still felt uncomfortable with the bloody scene of the same kind killing each other.
What's more, these people are quite strong, and she doesn't want anything to happen to Mu Tu and others.
Let's use the power bestowed by God to end the final battle.
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