But he never dreamed that the flame did not turn into a fire spear as before, but disappeared with a muffled sound, and then, Mu Hanyan's fist landed on his nose.

Shouldn't the competition between priests be high or low in theosomy, how can anyone use their fists and feet like this? How can this woman be so cunning and despicable! When Mu Hanyan's fists and feet fell on Ou Mingming's body like raindrops, Ou Mingzhi only felt deep sadness and deep helplessness.

In fact, Mu Hanyan herself also felt quite sad, if she could, she also wanted to defeat Ou Mingzhi cleanly with an earth-shattering priest magic technique, after all, a girl's fists and feet are really not ladylike enough. But there is no way, just like the Nine Heavens Starfall and the Starfall Eight Desolations, the Eight Desolations Divine Fall that has just been integrated consumes an astonishing amount of spiritual power, and after only one cast, almost all the spiritual power in the body is consumed.

said almost, because she later sent out a small flame, proving that the move just now did not 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 is better to simply consume it, at least not so embarrassed.

The only thing to be thankful for is that although her spiritual power is almost exhausted, she is not as weak as before, she still has a powerful power no less than the ninth order of the swordsman, and she also has the martial arts that she has learned from the fall of the Eight Desolate Gods.

......After a short period of self-pity and self-pity, the pain of drilling finally poured into his mind, and Ou Mingzhi let out a scream like killing a pig.

"Young master!" the attendant priest under his command finally woke up from a dream, and at the same time drew his long sword, played a trick, and attacked Mu Hanyan with a variety of divine spells.

This time, without waiting for Ling Baobao to make a move, An Xiaxin, Shen Yuhe, and Sikong Qinglan stood behind Mu Hanyan.

Although the strength is not as good as Ou Mingming, it is also the three major priests of the Flower Rain Temple, and the strength of several people is still much stronger than Ou Mingming's entourage.

The three of them chanted softly, and the long sword slashed in front of them, and the divine techniques that struck were like stones sinking into the sea, disappearing in an instant.

"Do you want to be shameless, there are too many people to bully and few people?" Ling Baobao came out of nowhere, picked up the turtle 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 stop so easily, and rushed up with the turtle shell to smash it all the way, while smashing, he also scolded and scolded: "Let you bully people, let you bully people, is it really easy to bully when we spend the rain temple?"

The young priest was smashed to the point that his head was bleeding in a few blows, and the blood beads splashed on Ling Baobao's face, making it even more ferocious.

"Who is bullying whom?" An Xiaxin grew up in the Flower Rain Temple since she was a child, how could she have seen such a violent scene, she said in horror, and when she turned her head, she saw that Shen Yuhe and Sikong Qinglan both had excited looks in their eyes, very strange, very strange, and made her feel deeply uneasy.

Not to mention her, even Ou Mingming's entourage saw this kind of situation for the first time, seeing that their companions were smashed on the head and bleeding, they were at a loss, and they didn't know what to do.

They had seen a lot of battles between priests, who didn't dance the whirlwind and shoot icicles into the air, how could there be such punches, kicks, blood splattered?

"Save ...... Help!" the poor priest let out a feeble cry.