If Mu Hanyan had forced him to speak right away, knowing he was doomed anyway, he would have absolutely refused to let her do what she wanted. However, since Mu Hanyan had already given him the opportunity, he had made his bold statement. He was now convinced of his defeat and had nothing to hide. Of course, he had no idea what Mu Hanyan was going to ask.
"Where did you get your martial arts skills? Also, what was the origin of the person who was used by your second-in-command to block the knife last time in Mujia Village but escaped from my sword?" Mu Hanyan asked.
"Who?" Chen Xuefeng was slightly stunned. Last time, he was only concerned about escaping and didn't care about others at all, so he didn't know who Mu Hanyan was talking about.
"That's it..." Mu Hanyan had just said this when she saw a long sword passing through Chen Xuefeng's chest from behind.
"You!" Chen Xuefeng's whole body trembled, and he turned his head suddenly, with disbelief in his eyes.
Mu Hanyan was also shocked. The person who attacked her was the bandit who had escaped from her twice. However, she did not expect that after Xiang Qiuzhan died in the battle, he would return to Chen Xuefeng. She also did not expect that he could save his life under the combined magic of Wen Gaoren and Sikong Qinglan, and blend in with the pile of dead bodies without even being discovered by her.
Wen Gaoren and Sikong Qinglan certainly didn't expect this, and were stunned when they saw this scene.
Mu Hanyan's reaction was much faster than theirs. After a moment's surprise, she unsheathed her Hanxiao Sword and thrust it straight into the man's chest. This close-range attack, whether it was swordsmanship or martial arts, was far more practical and faster than priestly magic. After all, priestly magic required focusing spiritual energy through divine thoughts, and advanced techniques required chanting to aid. However, swordsmanship and martial arts allowed for direct attacks.
Mu Hanyan's attack was extremely fast, but the man was prepared. Just when the tip of the sword was about to pierce his heart, his body twisted strangely, avoiding Mu Hanyan's fatal blow, then he took off into the air and flew out of the city.
But this time, he wasn't so lucky. He had been allowed to escape twice, and this time he had even killed someone right in front of her. If he were to escape again, even Miss Mu herself would be ashamed to face the world.
With his mind fixed on the man's back, Mu Hanyan suddenly threw the long sword in his hand. With the help of the power comparable to that of a ninth-level swordsman, the long sword flew out like a meteor, making a sharp sound of breaking through the air.
The man heard the sound of the sword behind him, but he just snorted coldly and blocked it with his sword.
His strength was definitely not inferior to Chen Xuefeng's, and was even much higher. He was confident enough that even if Mu Hanyan's sword was very powerful, it would not be able to hurt him.
However, at the moment when the two swords intersected, a small flame suddenly exploded, and the Hanxiao Sword turned into a flaming spear, passing by the side of his sword at several times the speed and piercing into his heart.
The man's whole body shook, and he looked in disbelief at the flaming spear that pierced his chest, then fell down covered in flames.
Wen Gaoren and Sikong Qinglan were stunned. Seeing how quickly the man escaped, they thought they couldn't stop him, but they hadn't expected Mu Hanyan to kill him with a single strike of his sword. Could this be the way priest magic could be used?
Mu Hanyan herself was also stunned. She had just thrown out the Hanxiao Sword out of anger and unwillingness, without giving it much thought. It was not until she succeeded in striking the sword that she suddenly realized that she had accidentally forgotten to suppress herself and poured all her sword skills into the sword. This way of attack was completely different from the Holy Court Swordsmanship and the Temple's magic, and the power was also completely different.
The Holy Court Sword Art relies on strong energy. Once the sword leaves the hand, it only relies on inertia. Not only is its power greatly reduced, but the longer the distance, the smaller its power. Even Zirong's Demon Sword Heart Kill is no exception, so it is more suitable for close combat.
Priestly spells were slightly stronger in this regard, relying on divine thoughts to control the spiritual energy within their bodies, allowing for a wider attack range and being more suitable for long-range combat. However, spiritual energy was invisible, and once the spell was unleashed, it couldn't draw on the might of the longsword itself, so its power couldn't compare to the destructive force of a sudden burst of energy.
This was normal. She had just been channeling her energy into the Hanxiao Sword, and the energy only exploded when the divine power erupted. The long rays of burning flames completely concealed the power of the energy, so Wen Gaoren found it difficult to notice anything unusual.
But even so, Mu Hanyan secretly reminded herself that she should not be so reckless in the future. Just because Wen Gaoren couldn't find out didn't mean others couldn't find out. After all, he was only a ninth-rank spirit priest and could not be considered a master in the temple. There were many people with higher cultivation and stronger spiritual power than him. God knows when he would reveal a flaw.
Moreover, he was only observing, not experiencing it firsthand. If he had, he would have likely discovered the clues. Such combat techniques should either not be used, or if used, a single strike would be necessary to kill with one strike, otherwise, endless pursuit by the Temple awaited.
These thoughts flashed through Mu Hanyan's mind quickly, but she soon put them aside and bent down to check Chen Xuefeng's injuries.
How to use the combat skills was a matter for the future; the most urgent priority now was to save Chen Xuefeng's life. The man had a better chance of escaping, but he insisted on killing Chen Xuefeng before escaping, clearly intending to silence him. This made Mu Hanyan even more curious about those questions.
Chen Xuefeng was spitting out large mouthfuls of blood, his eyes wide open, filled with confusion, resentment, and anger. Mu Hanyan's divine sense probed and found that his internal organs had already been shattered.
If it had been a swordsman or priest, she might have had some hope of recovering from such a severe injury. After all, she already possessed the cultivation of at least an eighth-rank divine priest. However, Chen Xuefeng was neither a swordsman nor a priest. While his martial arts skills gave him powerful combat power and decent defense, they offered no self-healing benefits. This injury was fatal, and she was powerless to save him. The only reason Chen Xuefeng hadn't died was because of his unwillingness and resentment.
"It seems I won't find the answer to my doubts after all." Mu Hanyan sighed inwardly. She didn't even bother to look at the mysterious bandit who died under her sword. She knew the power of the sword skills and divine arts that just exploded. It was a good thing that the man didn't turn into ash. How could he still be alive?
"Master Priest, are those questions important to you?" Sikong Qinglan asked, noticing Mu Hanyan's puzzled look. In fact, he was also curious about the man's identity and his motive for silencing him.
"It's not that important, I just think it's too weird." Mu Hanyan replied.
"I understand." Sikong Qinglan nodded, and a chant like the wind rang out from his mouth, "The glory of God shines on the earth, giving life to all things. The hymn of life sings in the wind, Anunara Bozhehashane, Benya Nannajiheye..."
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