Seeing Zhao Xinghu flying towards her at an accelerated speed, Mu Hanyan wanted to kill him with a sword. However, she could also see that Zhao Xinghu did not really intend to drag her to be buried with him this time. He was really helpless. After all, his strength had not yet recovered to its peak. Facing such a powerful beast, she did not dare to be arrogant and did not want to waste her energy on Zhao Xinghu.
Miss Mu has always been very clear about priorities.
The long sword swept across, bringing out a large canopy of flames as brilliant as a tree of fire and silver flowers. Mu Hanyan was completely shrouded in the ethereal flames, and there was an invisible sense of mystery about her.
"You are still wasting your spiritual energy on trying to be mysterious at this time. Don't you really know how to write the word death?" Seeing the real and illusory swaying flames outside Mu Hanyan's body, Zhao Xinghong was so anxious that he almost vomited blood.
Although the flame looked magnificent and added a mysterious aura to Mu Hanyan, anyone with a little knowledge would be familiar with this divine art.
This divine art is called Ten Colors of Fire, and it is one of the entry-level divine arts for the initial-level Divine Heart Priests. However, it has no power at all. Its greatest use is to confuse the opponent's vision. However, for priests at this level, the divine consciousness is even more powerful, and simply confusing the vision will not have any effect on them.
Therefore, the real purpose of this magic is to show the glory of God when the praying priests perform shaman dances. To put it more bluntly, it is just to fool the common people in exchange for their respect.
However, the Demon-Eye Wind Wolf behind was not an ordinary citizen with only a superficial knowledge of divine arts, and was not so easily fooled. Could it be that Mu Hanyan was still hoping to make it admire and submit with a ray of ten-colored fire?
Zhao Zhiyuan and the others also had a frown on their foreheads. They had originally held onto the last glimmer of hope for Mu Hanyan, hoping that she could show her might and kill the Evil Eye Wind Wolf and save Zhao Xinghu. Now, they had completely given up hope - Mu Hanyan was clearly seeking death.
Gao Weihu and Su Baoer exchanged a glance and stopped in their tracks. Knowing Mu Hanyan well enough, they knew she wouldn't resort to trickery at such a crucial moment. She must have had her reasons for using the Ten Colors of Fire move. Knowing they were far inferior to Mu Hanyan, and that any action wouldn't help her and might even cause trouble, the two of them hesitated to act.
They guessed correctly. Mu Hanyan had her reasons for wasting her energy to cast this ten-colored fire light that actually looked more like an illusion than a divine spell.
In fact, she has always hated this kind of charlatan's tricks to fool the people, but there is nothing she can do. Facing a strange beast that is comparable to a seventh-level Divine Heart Priest, whose innate divine arts are even more controlled by the heart and whose defense is surprisingly strong, even if her priestly skills are not suppressed, she has no guarantee of victory and must combine her sword skills.
However, in the past, she mainly relied on divine arts, supplemented by sword skills. Unless one's strength and vision reached a certain level, it was difficult to discover the mystery. But now, she mainly relies on sword skills, supplemented by kendo. If she cannot conceal her identity well, it will be easy for others to find out the clues.
Only this ten-colored flame can confuse the public's sight and conceal her true means.
Surrounded by the dazzling and mysterious flames, Mu Hanyan tightly grasped the sword, and the familiar energy once again surged through his meridians.
As Zhao Xinghu and others watched in near despair, Zhao Xinghu had already involuntarily flown into the dazzling flames. The rapidly rotating storm of sharp blades followed him with a terrifying roar, and pieces of gravel turned into powder, and the flying dust covered the sky.
"Second uncle..." Zhao Zhiyuan's eyes were blurred with tears. Seeing the end of those pieces of rubble, it seemed as if he saw the tragic end of Zhao Xinghu.
But immediately, he widened his eyes again and looked at everything happening in front of him in disbelief.
A fire spear suddenly flew out from the dazzling and mysterious flames of ten colors. The flame on it was so dazzling and so solid, as if it was not a flame at all, but a magical weapon in the shape of flame.
Its speed was so fast, like a flash of lightning... no, faster than lightning. It felt like it appeared out of thin air before one's eyes. But before the naked eye could capture its smooth, graceful, yet ruthless and sharp figure, it disappeared from sight again.
"Puff!" With a light sound, the fire spear had pierced into the chest of the Demon-Eye Wind Wolf, instantly destroying its internal organs and severing its heart meridian.
The Demon Eye Wind Wolf obviously did not expect the opponent's strength to be so powerful. He opened his mouth and sent out the last wind blade, and the tall and strong body fell to the ground with a bang.
Until its death, its eyes were still wide open, and its eyes were full of confusion.
The wind blade had no divine control and naturally had no target. It flew lightly into the air and then dissipated with the wind. The fire spear that pierced the Demon Eye Wind Wolf also gradually disappeared, leaving only a cold sword.
The dazzling, multicolored flames dispersed, and Mu Hanyan's graceful figure reappeared before her eyes. She slowly stepped forward, unsheathed her longsword, and gently shook off the blood. She could have used the fire element to reduce the Demon Eye Wind Wolf's corpse to ash, but it would have taken too long. To avoid exposing her flaws, Mu Hanyan succeeded in her strike and quickly withdrew her spiritual power and energy.
With a gentle thrust of the longsword, the Devil Eye Wind Wolf's forehead was split open. A multicolored light shone, revealing not just one but five multicolored soul beads. Mu Hanyan lifted each of the beads with two fingers, wiped away any blood, and placed them into the space of the star disk. She did this slowly and methodically, with such ease and tranquility that there was a sense of beauty, like picking flowers with ease.
There was dead silence all around, and everyone had a dazed look on their faces, staring at Mu Hanyan in a daze.
Dead! The Demon Eye Wind Wolf, a being comparable to a seventh-order divine heart, was dead just like that. That terrifying storm of sharp blades, and that supposedly powerful defense, were so vulnerable in front of Mu Hanyan!
Everything happened so fast that their vision was obscured by the dazzling flames of ten colors. They didn't even see how the fire spear broke through the Demon Eye Wind Wolf's blade storm.
Not to mention them, even Zhao Xinghu who was in the middle of it didn't even see that scene. He was already frightened and his mind was in a mess. Once he entered the range of the magical spell with ten-colored flames, his eyes were completely blinded by the colorful light. At that moment, he even thought that his body had been destroyed and his soul was gradually dissipating, and he was hallucinating. When he came to his senses again, he only saw the lifeless corpse of the Wind Eye Demon Wolf.
It was embarrassing to say the least. With his divine consciousness as a third-rank divine priest, he hadn't even sensed the mighty power of Mu Hanyan's divine art. There was nothing he could do; he was truly terrified.
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