A group of attendants finally came to their senses, no matter what the battle between the priests should be like, it is better to save people first. Gritting their teeth, several of them rushed towards Mu Hanyan again, while the others played hand formulas, and several priestly magic spells poured down on Ling Baobao.
Ling Baobao was flattening his head, he smiled when he saw this, squatted slightly and hid under the turtle shell, the few priests' magical spells fell on the turtle shell, and disappeared without even making a slight ripple.
"What magic weapon is this?" A young priest widened his eyes in surprise.
Although many magic tools can dissolve the power of law in the priest's magic, there will always be some noises, but this time, there is no reaction at all.
Before he could react, Baby Ling poked his head out again, and the tortoise shell danced heavily, smashing him to the ground. With the muffled bang bang bang bang, blood spattered again, and the air was filled with blood. With a faint smell of blood.
"Is it true that there is no one in our Huayu Temple? Let's fight with them." Someone shouted, and all the priests and guards of Huayu Temple rushed forward like a tide.
Yan Qingshan and Qi Ming were indiscriminately injured by the other party, and they had already held back their stomachs. The arrogance of Ou Zhiming and others trampled on the dignity of Huayu Temple.
Mu Hanyan's previous words of reciprocating blood with blood finally aroused their long-suppressed blood, and the splashing blood and the faint smell of blood in the air made their blood boil completely.
Although the priests brought by Ou Mingzhi are not weak, generally higher than the priests of the Huayu Temple, but after all, there are only a dozen or so priests, and even if the Huayu Temple declines, there are still more than 20 priests left. In addition to the loyal guards, there are more than forty people in total. In just a moment, those poor priests were overwhelmed by the angry crowd.
An Xiaxin's eyelids jumped a few times unconsciously. At the beginning, the priests of the Huayu Temple still used priestly magic, but as soon as they rushed to the front, they immediately changed to martial arts.
As the left priest, her strength is stronger than that of Shen Yuhe, Sikong and Qinglan, and she has also practiced the martial arts handed down from generation to generation in the temple-Bahuang Shenyun earlier, so she can easily see that, What the priests and guards used was Bahuang Shenyun, but it was more profound and mysterious than what she had learned, and it was more unpredictable.
Most importantly, it is also more fierce and violent. The power contained in the fists and feet does not seem to be much worse than the priest's magic.
Hearing the screams like howling ghosts and howling wolves, and seeing the splash of blood, An Xiaxin felt faintly uneasy. The other party was from the Lingyu Temple, and Ou Zhiming was the young master of the Ou family. If there is an accident, nine out of ten will become the officiant of the Lingyu God Palace. Wouldn't it be a death feud by doing so.
"Yuhe, Qinglan, why don't you persuade them to stop first!" An Xiaxin said hesitantly. Although she was equally angry at the rudeness of Ou Mingzhi and others, but as the left priest, she had to consider the overall situation.
Saying this, An Xiaxin turned her head away, but was suddenly stunned, there were no shadows of Shen Yuhe and Sikong Qinglan beside her.
Looking into the crowd again, cold sweat broke out on An Xiaxin's forehead.
The guy in the crowd was vicious and seemed a bit vulgar, but he looked as shy as a big boy next door. Who is it, the priest of prayer, Mr. Kong Qinglan? And that little girl with a baby face, flushed with excitement, kicking one foot after another, who is not the right priest, Mr. Shen Yuhe
You have fallen, the dignified right priest, the dignified praying priest, you can do it as soon as you do it, how can you be so obscene and dirty
An Xiaxin blushed and covered her eyes, too embarrassed to read any further.
Not only the priests and guards of the Huayu Temple, but even the common people were ignited and rushed into the battle group... Strictly speaking, it is not a battle group, but unilateral abuse.
Although they have not practiced priestly magic, nor do they have the strong physique and strength of the temple guards, but like the normal people in the land of gods, they have also practiced martial arts. Due to the decline of the Huayu Temple, the formation barrier Their life is no better than that of ordinary people, and their martial arts are even stronger.
And their combat experience is obviously richer than those of the priests, so they are naturally faster, more precise and more ruthless, and they can't leave the key point.
As a result, the screams became even more horrific.
"Master Officiant, why don't you let them go first, whatever they say..." Looking at the faces full of violence and excitement, An Xiaxin knew that she could no longer stop them, so she had to come to Mu Hanyan's room. Beside, said in a low voice.
"Mu Hanyan, you are doomed, do you know who I am, I will never let you go, I will let you live or die, no, I want you to know what it means to want to die, I will not let anyone in Huayu Temple go, An Xiaxin, Shen Yuhe, you bastards, I will make you regret it, just wait, you will soon know what it means to want to die." At this moment, Ou Zhizhi let out a crazy roar.
Mu Hanyan didn't expect this guy to be so stubborn and so arrogant even now. However, from this sentence, it can also be seen that Ou Mingzhi's heart is sinister. This kind of person is often more terrifying than the villain like Long Wudang who almost has bad guys carved on his forehead.
An Xiaxin's complexion changed, she was not a little girl who didn't know anything, of course she knew what Ou Zhizhi meant by wanting to die, her cold face turned red again, and her eyes were full of shame and anger.
"Bang!" An Xiaxin flew out with his foot.
"Aw..." Ou Mingzhi howled again, bowing his body like a shrimp.
An Xiaxin's kick hit the vital point between his legs. Everyone around felt a shudder in their hearts.
"Do you really think that the Temple of Flower Rain is easy to bully, don't you really think that I, An Xiaxin, is easy to bully? I want to see how the Temple of Lingyu destroyed my Temple of Flower Rain. If you don't let me go, I will return I won't let you go..." An Xiaxin was like a wounded and thoroughly enraged female leopard, she jumped on it and punched and kicked without measure, never leaving the vital point between Ou Mingzhi's legs.
Mu Hanyan looked at An Xiaxin in surprise. She thought that Shen Yuhe was weak on the outside and violent on the inside, and she was the most violent person in the Huayu Temple. Only now did she realize that she might have been mistaken again. An Xiaxin seemed to be more cruel than Shen Yuhe ah.
But soon, Mu Hanyan discovered that while An Xiaxin was beating and cursing, tears of grievance were shining in his eyes.