Huayue Zirong, Gao Weihu and others followed closely. Although their strength was still a bit weaker and they did not dare to reveal their kendo skills, they had a good understanding with each other, and a joint attack was quite powerful.
There was a loud noise, and the sky was filled with divine light.
Mu Hanyan and the others staggered back and forth, their faces turning pale. Although Mu Hanyan's strength is good, if one-on-one, none of the three of Dou's family could be her opponent, but the three of them obviously mastered a set of combined strike magic, complementing each other, and their combat power doubled. After all, the strength of Congyun and the others was still a bit weaker, so how could they possibly stop the three of them joining forces.
Fortunately, Gao Weihu's life shield is strong, and Ye Yanran cast Tianlin Shenhe in time, otherwise Huayue and others would have been seriously injured and vomited blood.
However, even with Gao Weihu's life shield and Ye Yanran's Tianlin Divine Healing, they would not be able to hold out for long under the successive attacks of the three elders of the Dou family.
At this moment, Fen Qianji made a move. The wide black long sword fiercely cut across the sky, and the beautiful divine light it brought out was like a huge wave rolling towards the three elders of the Dou family.
Mu Hanyan was pleasantly surprised to find that in his magical arts, the four laws of life, death, ice, and earth were perfectly integrated. It seems that not only has his injury healed, but his strength has also improved a lot.
"Boom!" With a loud noise, the three elders of the Dou family flew out like kites with broken strings.
"What a terrifying strength! You are worthy of being a priest of the language of God." Although the battle was extremely short, the surrounding crowd still watched with joy and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.
However, Dou Nanshan's face was ashen. With the strength of Dou Changyi and others, it is absolutely impossible for Mu Hanyan to be their opponent. strength.
"Fen Qianji, do you intend to be an enemy of this old man?" Dou Nanshan said through gritted teeth.
Fen Qianji didn't answer, but still looked at him indifferently, the meaning in his eyes couldn't be more obvious, today he will never back down, and the only one who wants to back down is you, Dou Nanshan.
"Okay, then let me see how confident you are!" Dou Nanshan finally made a move himself.
With a movement of his body, Dou Nanshan slapped Fen Qianji with his palm. Although his eyes were full of anger, this palm was light and light, but it also gave people a sense of greatness, and it was mysterious, I don't know how much better than Dou Changyi and others.
With a dignified expression, Fen Qianji also slapped it with one palm.
There was no earth-shattering noise, and no divine light. The palms of the two were getting closer. However, just when the palms were about to meet, two pieces of divine light bloomed at the same time, so gorgeous, yet so surging with killing intent.
Four Laws! This time, everyone was surprised to find that the four principles they comprehended were exactly the same, they were life, death, light, and ice.
The law of life and the law of death restrain each other, the law of light and the law of ice also restrain each other, but at this time, the two perfectly merged each other. Although the moves of the two of them seemed ordinary, not as pleasing to the eye and powerful as the moves of ordinary Shenxin priests, but the power contained in them was beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
What is even more astonishing is that, when the two magic arts met, they did not explode violently, but fell into a stalemate. The invisible cyclones also exuded the unique splendor of the four laws, centered on the two. Spinning rapidly, it formed a huge storm vortex.
The strength of the two is actually between Zhongbo.
Looking at Fen Qianji again, almost everyone's eyes were full of admiration and fascination. How strong Dou Nanshan is, of course, needless to say, if he is not strong, he would not be one of the twelve priests of God's Blessing, let alone become a priest of God's Punishment. It took hundreds of years to practice.
And how old is Fen Qianji, yet he can possess a strength not weaker than him, how unbelievable is this? As expected of a priest of divine language, it is simply not something that ordinary people can measure.
Different from their admiration and fascination, Mu Hanyan's expression was unusually dignified, and there was even a bit of worry in his eyes - Dou Nanshan's strength was far more than that simple!
Sure enough, just as Mu Hanyan guessed, at the next moment, Dou Nanshan's eyes suddenly brightened, and he yelled: "Xu Po, concentrate!"
Strands of mysterious star points escaped from his body, whirled slowly, and unexpectedly condensed into a human-shaped phantom behind him, with exactly the same eyebrows and facial features as Dou Nanshan.
"Shenwu Samurai Soul!" Mu Hanyan exclaimed in her heart.
In this phantom, she clearly felt the aura of divine sense, which was obviously formed by Dou Nanshan's divine sense. At that time, Mu Hanyan had also seen Shenwu Samurai Soul with his own eyes.
Although Dou Nanshan's phantom formed by spiritual thoughts is not solid enough, far from being able to compare with Qiu Dangya's martial soul, but it can also greatly increase Dou Nanshan's strength. At their level, every step of improvement is as difficult as reaching the sky, and every point of strength improvement may mean the difference between life and death.
Things were exactly as Mu Hanyan had guessed.
With the appearance of this martial soul, Dou Nanshan's aura increased greatly, and his whole figure seemed to be raised a lot. Fen Qianji snorted, and a trace of blood leaked from the corner of his mouth.
The balance between the two was still broken, and Dou Nanshan finally gained the upper hand.
"Fen Qianji, as long as you stop now, I will treat nothing as happening! If you compete for the position of God Lord in the future, I can still help you." Dou Nanshan said to Fen Qianji confidently.
Everyone around sighed secretly, Jiang, it's still old and spicy. No matter how outstanding Fen Qianji's talent is and how unexpected his strength is, but after all, he is too young. Even if he started to practice from the womb, and he never sleeps every day, how can he compare with Dou Nanshan's hundreds of years of hard work. If the fight continues like this, it will only be a matter of time before they lose.
It seems that Fen Qianji can only compromise. With his strength, even among the twelve divine language priests, he should be outstanding. As long as there are no accidents, he should be more likely than others to be the chief priest. If you accidentally leave any hidden dangers that will affect your future achievements, you may never have another chance. This is obviously not worth it.
And as long as he gives up, not only will he have a safe future, but he can even get the support of Dou Nanshan, and his chances of competing for the position of God Lord in the future will be greatly increased. How should I choose? Does it need to be said
"If I want to ascend to the position of God Lord, do I still need your help?" What everyone didn't expect was that Fen Qianji had no intention of giving up at all, and instead showed a sneering sneer on his face.