If Yuan Xiangzhi had been the fool he used to be, relying on the sacrificial robe to protect himself, the first thing he would have done would have been to jump up and curse. But this guy lay on the ground pretending to be dead until Gao Weihu attacked again, and then he suddenly launched a fatal blow.
It’s no wonder that Yuan Xiangzhi was bullied by him like this. Putting aside their strength, the two of them are not on the same level in terms of scheming and cunning.
Seeing Liu Qianyuan's unexpected sword, the anxious priests finally breathed a sigh of relief. Facing this fatal sword, unless the fat man was determined to die together, he had no other choice but to turn around and retreat.
Unfortunately, they were wrong.
Facing Liu Qianyuan's insidious and vicious sword, Gao Weihu did not retreat a single step, but let the cold sword tip pierce his chest. Only when the sword tip was about to pierce his heart, he shook his body slightly. It was this slight shake that allowed the cold sword tip to brush past his heart and pass through his back.
Liu Qianyuan never dreamed that the fat man in front of him would be so brave and courageous. You know, a tiny difference means the difference between life and death. If it were him, he would never have such courage.
The trusted priests who had just breathed a sigh of relief were all stunned. This fat man was so fierce. Judging from the robes he wore, he was obviously a priest, but who had ever heard of such a fearless priest in the world? He was even more desperate than those bandits who licked blood on the edge of a knife.
Mu Hanyan was also surprised. Based on his understanding of Gao Weihu and his current ability to respond, even if he refused to retreat, he would still have time to swing his axe and block. Who knew he would take such a risk?
Mu Hanyan couldn't help but recall the moment when Gao Weihu beat up Zhao Zhiyuan when they first met. Obviously, Liu Qianyuan's insult to Su Baoer completely angered Gao Weihu, and this guy also went berserk.
The distracting thoughts in Liu Qianyuan's mind flashed by for a moment, and he quickly regained his composure, quickly channeling his spiritual energy along the sword into Gao Weihu's body. Although the opponent had avoided the vital heart meridian, with his powerful spiritual energy, he was still able to shatter his internal organs and cause serious injuries.
But Gao Weihu had taken such a huge risk, how could he possibly succeed? Just as Liu Qianyuan activated his spiritual power, the giant axe in his hand chopped down again.
"Puff!" Liu Qianyuan spat out a mouthful of blood and flew out again.
No matter how strong the defense of his sacrificial robe was, it could not withstand Gao Weihu's two consecutive heavy blows, not to mention the distance was so close.
The sword left his body, and a stream of blood gushed out from Gao Weihu's heart, and blood gushed out of his mouth. Although the spiritual power that Liu Qianyuan sent along with the sword failed to shatter his internal organs, it still caused him serious injuries.
However, Gao Weihu was completely unaware of his injuries. He roared and rushed towards Liu Qianyuan again.
As Gao Weihu continued to gather spiritual power, blood rushed into his body, blood gushed out of his wounds, and blood also gushed out of his mouth. However, the divine light on the giant axe became brighter and brighter, and his aura became stronger and stronger.
With a roar, Gao Weihu was like a mad tiger, chopping Liu Qianyuan with one axe after another.
Seeing Gao Weihu's madness, Jiang Qiling secretly took a deep breath. She had also seen Mu Hanyan's previous followers before. Whether it was Zirong, Huayue, Jiang Yuzhe, or Tang Bufan, they were all desperate when fighting, but when it came to madness, they were still slightly inferior to the man in front of her.
Liu Qianyuan's strength was actually quite strong, having at least reached the level of a fourth-order Divine Heart Priest, significantly stronger than Gao Weihu. However, he lost the initiative right from the start. His cunning and treacherous final blow was easily neutralized by Gao Weihu's near-mutual destruction style. He then suffered another severe blow. Facing Gao Weihu's frantic and violent attack, he was suppressed to the point of being unable to fight back, and he didn't even have the chance to unleash his most powerful skills.
Fortunately, the sacrificial robe on his body had strong defense, otherwise his life would have been in danger.
However, although Gao Weihu was unable to break through the defense of the sacrificial robe, Liu Qianyuan was still seriously injured by the powerful shock and was also bleeding profusely.
"Bang!" With a dull sound, Liu Qianyuan flew out again and hit a rock heavily.
The rock, which was two meters square, was smashed into pieces by him, raising a cloud of dust.
Soon, the smoke and dust dissipated with the wind, and Liu Qianyuan was seen sitting in the rubble, his face covered in dust, spitting out mouthfuls of blood foam, obviously seriously injured.
Gao Weihu leaned on the ground with his axe, his chest heaving and bleeding. Although he was a formidable fighter, his true realm was only that of a second-level Divine Soul Priest. Liu Qianyuan's previous strike had already severely injured him, and the subsequent frenzied slashing like a mad tiger had nearly exhausted all of his spiritual energy.
It’s a long story, but in fact, from the moment Gao Weihu suddenly attacked to the moment everything was over, it only took a moment.
"Kill him and avenge the young master." Liu Qianyuan's following priests shouted loudly.
They had not dared to shout such words when they were knocked away by Gao Weihu's axe before, but now seeing that he was seriously injured and exhausted, their courage returned.
As soon as he finished speaking, most of the priests of the Temple of Death rushed towards Gao Weihu.
Mu Hanyan moved and came to Gao Weihu's side, staring coldly at the approaching priests.
The other priests looked hesitantly at Gao Weihu, then at Mu Hanyan, hesitated for a moment, and ultimately did not move.
They came into the Black Wood Prison with Mu Hanyan. When they were in Qianlong Valley, they had witnessed the confrontation between Mu Hanyan and Zhao Xinghong.
Although he had only seen Mu Hanyan's amazing formation skills and had never seen her take action, Zhao Xinghong, as the right priest of the Temple of Life, had no way to deal with her and could only rely on some despicable and underhanded means to make things difficult for her. This alone was enough to show that Mu Hanyan was by no means simple.
How could they not be wary of someone who even Zhao Xinghong was wary of?
Mu Hanyan looked at the priests, feeling somewhat relieved. She had some impression of these people; they had been quite friendly to her back in Qianlong Valley and had even spoken up for her. So she didn't want to embarrass them, and since they didn't want to fight either, that was all that mattered.
As for the other priests of the Temple of Death, Mu Hanyan had no concerns.
Calmly gazing at the hundreds of priests surrounding him, Han Yan slowly drew out the Han Xiao Sword.
Although the other side has more people and more power, when it comes to bloodiness, how can they compare with the strange beasts in the Black Wood Prison? Mu Hanyan believes that as long as she takes down a few of them, the others will naturally retreat.
Who should she target? Her gaze rested on the young priests who were the most powerful. These people were obviously Liu Qianyuan's trusted lackeys. When Su Baoer was humiliated before, they were the ones who smiled the most smugly. It would be a shame not to target them.
"Brother Weihu!" Su Baoer rushed over quickly and supported Gao Weihu. She was so heartbroken to see him injured like this!
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