But he never dreamed that the flame did not turn into a spear like before, but disappeared without a trace with a muffled fart sound, and then Mu Hanyan's fist landed on his nose.
Shouldn't the competition between priests be about the level of divine art? How can there be such a fist? How can this woman be so cunning and despicable! When Mu Hanyan's fists and feet rained down on Ou Zhizhi's body, Ou Zhizhi only felt deep sadness and helplessness.
In fact, Mu Hanyan herself felt very sad. If she could, she would also like to defeat Ou Zhiming cleanly with a shocking priestly magic trick. After all, a girl's fists and feet are not ladylike enough. But there is no way, just like Jiutian Xingluo and Xingluo Bahuang, the newly integrated Bahuang Shenyun consumes an astonishingly large amount of spiritual power. After only using it once, almost all the spiritual power in the body is consumed.
Almost, because she sent out a small flame later, proving that the move just now didn't consume all the spiritual power, and more or less left a little. Of course, this little bit of spiritual power is useless to Miss Mu, it's better to just use it up, at least it won't be so embarrassing.
The only thing to be thankful for is that although her spiritual power is almost exhausted, she is not as powerless as before. She still has a powerful strength that is no less than the ninth level of a swordsman, and she also possesses the martial arts enlightened from the Eight Desolation Gods. Doushu.
"Oh..." After a short period of self-pity, self-pity, self-injury, and self-pity, the piercing pain finally flooded into his mind, and Ou Zhiming let out a scream like killing a pig.
"Young Master!" The entourage priest finally woke up like a dream. At the same time, he drew out his long sword and played a hand formula, attacking Mu Hanyan with magical spells of different colors.
This time, before Baby Ling could make a move, An Xiaxin, Shen Yuhe, and Sikong Qinglan stood behind Mu Hanyan.
Although the strength is not as good as that of Ou Zhizhi, they are still the three major priests of Huayu Temple, and their strength is still much stronger than that of Ou Zhizhi's entourage.
The three of them chanted softly, and the long swords slashed in front of them, and the magical spells struck disappeared instantly like stones sinking into the sea.
"You don't want to be ashamed, so many people bully others, right?" Baby Ling appeared out of nowhere, swung a tortoise shell and smashed it heavily on the head of a young priest.
The young priest rolled his eyes and fell to the ground.
Ling Baobao didn't calm down so easily. He rushed up with the tortoise shell and smashed it randomly. ?”
The young priest was smashed to the point of bleeding, and the blood splashed on Ling Baobao's face, making him look even more ferocious.
"Who is bullying whom?" An Xiaxin grew up in the Huayu Temple. She had never seen such a violent scene before. She said frightenedly. When she turned her head, she saw the eyes of Shen Yuhe and Sikong Qinglan. They all showed excitement, very strange, very strange, which made her feel deeply uneasy.
Not to mention her, even Ou Zhizhi's followers saw this kind of situation for the first time. Seeing their companions being beaten to the ground, they were all at a loss and didn't know what to do.
They have seen a lot of battles between priests, who didn't dance in a whirlwind, icicles flew into the air, and fire dragons soared into the air, how could there be such punches and kicks with blood spattering? What's the difference between this and a fight between untouchables.
"Help... help!" The poor priest let out a weak cry.