Chapter 1785 (1/2)

They're not slow, but some are faster. Almost at the same time as mu Hanyan's word ”kill” came out, Mutu had led his people down the mountain to the bandits.

Seeing Xiang Qiu cut himself to death, no matter how well-trained these bandits are, they can't still have fighting spirit. They all retreat. However, even if they retreat, they don't crowd together. They are really much better than Chen Xuefeng's gang of Xuefeng thieves.

But seeing Mutu and others rush forward, they can't help pulling the reins and slowing down.

In recent years, Xiang qiuzhan has been plundering everywhere, not to mention the civilians. Hundreds of priests have died in their hands. Only this time I came to the Huayu temple, not only I didn't get any benefits, but also almost the whole army was destroyed. Even Xiang qiuzhan died on the spot.

In addition to panic, their hearts are also unwilling. If it's the priests who attack, they may not have the courage to fight back, but even a group of ordinary people dare to chase and kill them. It's really a bit like being bullied by dogs.

”They are not afraid of death. Today they have to take some heads to comfort brother Xiang.” Said a fierce faced bandit, licking his lips.

”Yes, I can't watch my brothers and brother Xiang die in vain.” Another bandit also said with a cruel face.

After that, he pulled the reins of his horse, held the long sword high, and flew to the front of the wooden butcher.

shovel cannot withstand a single blow of hatred, and cling to arms, and rush to the helpers and shovels, and kill civilians who are vulnerable to their attacks.

They didn't know that their last chance to escape was lost because of the impulse.

”Choke Chi... ” There was a crisp sound, accompanied by a light sound as if the cloth had been torn apart. The famous bandit, who was the first to attack, fell to the ground with a knife. The long knife was cut in two, and the blood burst into the sky.

”Ah...” The scream rang out, and his companion was blasted into the air by a big hammer. Before he landed, he was cut off.

Scream one after another, a thick smell of blood filled the air, with the cold wind at night far away.

Anxiaxin and others stop subconsciously and look at the scene in shock.

Although the strength of these bandits can not be compared with that of high-level priests, they wander the wasteland all the year round and practice martial arts, but their physical strength is far more than that of ordinary priests. Except for an Xiaxin and Shen Yuhe, other priests can hardly kill each other easily even if they rely on divine arts.

However, in the face of such an enemy, Mutu and others did not suffer at all. Maybe their fighting skills were not as good as those outlaws, but when it comes to strength, they were far superior to each other.

Under the suppression of such forces, the fighting skills of the bandits are useless. They can fly at one touch, but in less than a quarter of an hour, hundreds of them have fallen to the ground.

looked at the hoe shovel with high lifting and then falling heavily, and even Xia Xin even wondered if he had seen his eyes. It was clearly the artifacts that had been handed down from ancient times, but disguised as a farm implements. Otherwise, how could such a terrible force be generated by a group of civilians?