At the same time, Mu Hanyan's long sword flashed a red light, and then, he saw a flame as thick as a little thumb flying towards Ou Zhiming.
Silence, death-like silence, watching this trembling flame as if a candle in the wind might be extinguished at any time, everyone fell into a short period of sluggishness.
It is said that the shadow of a person's famous tree is actually the same for martial arts, divine arts or combat skills. The more majestic the name, the more powerful it is. If you are not powerful, you are embarrassed to name it like this.
But this time, Mu Hanyan's well-known magical technique obviously taught everyone an extremely vivid lesson. Bahuang Shenyun, it's just such a small flame, you have the nerve to call it that name, is it embarrassing
Mu Hanyan was also secretly ashamed. Of course, the power of Bahuang Shenyun was more than that. She could feel the terrifying power in that little flame, but she didn't know why. Is it related to the practice of swordsmanship? Anyway, she couldn't figure it out.
"Hahahaha, this is the divine art of the chief priest of the Flower Rain Temple. It's really powerful. Bahuang Shenyun, you can tell by the name, it's so powerful." A follower behind Ou Mingzhi leaned forward and backward with a smile.
"As expected of the oldest temple in the God's Continent, this kind of magic can only be seen in the Flower Rain Temple."
"I have learned a lot, I really have learned a lot." Others also laughed and sneered again and again.
"Mu Hanyan, are you humiliating me?" Ou Zhizhi didn't smile. In his opinion, Mu Hanyan's so-called magical technique was nothing but a humiliation to him.
"My magic is very powerful, don't underestimate it, don't blame me for not reminding you if you suffer later." Mu Hanyan said dully.
No matter how powerful Bahuang Shenyun was, the trembling flames in front of her eyes really made her feel quite ashamed.
"Fantastic, indeed powerful." Ou Mingzhi suppressed his anger, stopped talking nonsense with Mu Hanyan, shook his long sword violently, and quickly typed out a series of hand formulas with his left hand.
"In the name of God, call upon the law of wind, wind, arrow, sword and rain, destroy!" As Ou Zhiming chanted in a low voice, the swirling storm suddenly exploded, and thousands of wind blades condensed like translucent arrows , like long swords flying across the sky, flying towards Mu Hanyan densely.
"Feng Shi Jian Yu!" Ou Zhizhi's attendant priests showed excitement on their faces.
This is the strongest magic of my young master. Over the years, I don't know how many so-called genius priests have been defeated by this magic, and even died without a whole body. However, as his strength grew and his reputation gradually increased, he hadn't used this magical technique for a long time.
Mu Hanyan obviously enraged the young master completely. They seemed to have seen the miserable appearance of this ignorant and fearless priest piercing his heart with thousands of arrows.
"Be careful!" An Xiaxin and the others had also heard of Ou Zhizhi's strongest magic technique. Even though they knew that Mu Hanyan's funny little flame was not as simple as it seemed on the surface, they couldn't help but exclaimed.
At this moment, "Boom!" With a loud noise, the small flame that was originally only the size of a little thumb, as if a candle in the wind might be extinguished at any time, suddenly burned violently like hot oil, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into A fire spear about three feet long flew forward with the blazing flames.
And the corner of Mu Hanyan's mouth also evoked a charming arc.
Fortunately, the cultivation during this period has not been in vain. Although it was just a small flame at the beginning, but now, it is by no means as simple as a basic magic technique.
As for its power, let Ou Zhiming help to test it!
The flaming spear streaked across the sky, leaving behind an invisible tunnel with distorted light and shadow wherever it passed, as if the air had been torn apart.
The sneering of Ou Mingzhi's accompanying priests also stopped abruptly, and their eyes were dull.
Before they realized what was going on, they heard a loud bang, and the wind, arrow, and sword rain condensed by Ou Zhiming's strongest magic arts seemed to crash into a volcano, and instantly turned into nothingness.
And Ou Zhiming also groaned, as if hit in the chest by a boulder, his body shook, and he knelt down on one knee.
Defeated, the young master was actually defeated! Until then, those followers barely came back to their senses, but their minds were still a little dazed.
This is Ou Mingzhi, who has been hailed as a thousand-year-old wizard by the Ou family. This is his strongest magic—the rain of wind, arrows and arrows that once made countless so-called genius priests suffer and defeat. Vulnerable!
Without giving them time to react, Mu Hanyan flew up like a shadow, and slashed out with another sword!
Ou Zhizhi's strength is stronger than she imagined. Although she still doesn't know what level her priestly magic has reached, if she compares it with swordsmanship, the power contained in the fire spear just now No less than the first level of the great swordsman, but Ou Mingzhi was only defeated and was not seriously injured. Of course, Mu Hanyan would not give him a chance to fight back.
"Ba Huang... Shen Yun!" In mid-air, Mu Hanyan yelled softly again.
Flame, see flame. A flame that made her feel helpless also came out through the sword again.
"Wind Barrier!" Ou Zhiming's expression changed drastically, his long sword slashed across his body, and wind blades swirled, forming a shield in front of him.
If it were another opponent, Ou Mingzhi would have enough self-confidence. Even a tenth-rank god priest would find it difficult to break through his wind barrier. But at this time, there was no confidence on his face, only strong anxiety and Horrified, if you look closely, you can even see the cold sweat on his forehead.
If he still underestimates Mu Hanyan, a small flame, then he is the biggest idiot in the world. No one knows better than him the terrifying power contained in this flame. If it weren't for his good aptitude, his strength would have far surpassed that of priests of the same level. Most of his strength was resolved by it, whether he can still stand up is another matter.
Staring at the flame that was getting closer and closer, Ou Zhizhi's palms were covered with a thin layer of sweat.
"Pfft!" At this moment, the flame swayed a few times and then suddenly went out.
But Mu Hanyan's delicate and moving figure flickered in front of his eyes, and he walked around from the side of the wind shield, and a pink and white fist slammed towards Ou Zhizhi's nose.
"You... cheating...!" There was a heart-wrenching pain on the bridge of the nose, and the nosebleeds and eyes gushed out uncontrollably. Ou Zhizhi only said this sentence, and fell straight down. It is full of anger and unwillingness.
Relying on the protection of the sacrificial robe, Mu Hanyan's move just now did not cause too much damage to him. With his strength, he should not have been brought down so easily, but he put all his heart and soul into it. On top of the flames, the Wind Barrier with all its strength was designed to resist the terrifying power of the fire spear.