And Mu Hanyan's long sword also flashed a red light at the same time, and then, I saw a flame with the thickness of a small finger flying towards Ou Zhizhi.

Silence, deathly silence, looking at this trembling flame that seemed to be extinguished at any moment in the wind, everyone fell into a momentary stupor.

It is said that the shadow of a person's name tree, in fact, the same is true of martial arts or combat skills, often the more majestic the name, the more powerful it is, and if it is not powerful, it is embarrassing to give such a name.

But this time, Mu Hanyan's resounding magic technique obviously taught everyone an extremely vivid lesson. Eight Desolation Gods, just such a small flame, you are embarrassed to call this name, is it a shame?

Mu Hanyan was also secretly embarrassed, of course the power of the Eight Desolation Gods was more than that, she could feel the terrifying power in that small flame, but she didn't know why, it was such a small flame, or was it related to her kendo cultivation? Anyway, she couldn't figure it out.

"Hahahaha, this is the magic of the Lord of the Flower Rain Temple, it's really powerful, the Eight Desolation Gods, just listen to the name, it's so powerful. An attendant behind Ou Mingzhi leaned forward and leaned back with laughter.

"It is worthy of being the oldest temple in the Continent of Gods, and such a divine technique can only be seen in the Flower Rain Temple. ”

"It's a long insight, it's a long insight. Others also laughed and ridiculed.

"Mu Hanyan, are you humiliating me?" Ou Mingming didn't laugh, in his opinion, Mu Hanyan's so-called magic technique was simply humiliating to him.

"My magic is very powerful, don't underestimate it, don't blame me for not reminding you if you suffer a loss for a while. Mu Han said indifferently.

No matter how powerful these Eight Desolate Gods were, the trembling flames in front of her did make her feel quite embarrassed.

"Amazing, really powerful. Ou Mingming held back his anger, didn't talk nonsense with Mu Hanyan anymore, the long sword shook violently, and his left hand quickly played a series of tricks.

"In the name of God, call for the law of wind, wind arrows and sword rain, extinguish!" As Ou Zhizhi chanted in a low voice, the swirling storm suddenly exploded, only to see thousands of wind blades condensed, like translucent arrows, and like long swords that swept through the sky, densely flying towards Mu Hanyan.

"Wind Arrow Sword Rain!" Ou Ming's entourage priest all had excited expressions on their faces.

This is the strongest divine skill of the young master, and over the years, I don't know how many so-called genius priests have been defeated by this divine skill, and even died without a corpse. However, as his strength and fame grew, he hadn't performed this magic trick for a long time.

Mu Hanyan obviously completely angered the young master, as if they had seen the miserable appearance of this ignorant and fearless main priest with ten thousand arrows piercing their hearts.

"Be careful!" An Xiaxin and the others had also heard of Ou Mingming's strongest magic technique, and although they knew that Mu Hanyan's funny little flame was not as simple as it seemed on the surface, they couldn't help but exclaim.

At this moment, with a loud bang, the small flame that was originally only the size of a small finger, as if a candle flame in the wind could 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, and flew away with the blazing flame.

And the corners of Mu Hanyan's mouth also evoked a charming arc.

Fortunately, the cultivation during this period of time was not in vain, although it was still a small flame at the beginning, but now, it is by no means as simple as a primary divine technique.

As for the power, let Ou Mingzhi help test it!

The flaming spear streaked through the sky, leaving an invisible tunnel of distorted light and shadow in its path, as if the air had been torn apart.

The sneering laughter of Ou Mingming's retinue priests also stopped abruptly, and their eyes were glazed.

Before they could react to what was going on, they heard a loud bang, and the rain of wind arrows and swords condensed by Ou Mingzhi's strongest divine skill was like crashing into a volcano, and it turned into nothingness in an instant.

And Ou Mingzhi also let out a muffled snort, as if he was hit in the chest by a boulder, his body shook, and he fell to the ground on one knee.

Defeated, the young master was defeated! It was only then that the retinue barely came back to their senses, but they were still a little dazed in their minds.

This is Ou Mingzhi, who is known as a thousand-year-old genius by the Ou clan, this is his strongest magic - the rain of wind arrows and arrows that has made countless so-called genius priests hate and defeat, in front of that fire spear, it is so vulnerable!

didn't give them time to react, Mu Hanyan flew up like a shadow, and slashed out with another sword!

Ou Mingming's strength is a little stronger than she imagined, although she still doesn't know what kind of realm her priest divine art has reached, but if you compare the way of the sword, the power contained in the fire spear just now is by no means inferior to the first rank of the Great Sword Master, but Ou Mingming was only defeated and did not suffer a heavy blow, Mu Hanyan of course would not give him a chance to fight back.

"Eight Desolations...... God's Fall!" In mid-air, Mu Hanyan snorted softly again.

Flames, but also fires. A flame that made her feel helpless also came out through the sword again.

"Wind Barrier!" Ou Zhizhi's expression changed drastically, and the long sword slashed in front of him, and the Dao Wind Blade swirled, forming a shield in front of him.

If he changed his opponent, Ou Mingzhi had enough self-confidence, even if he was a tenth-order god priest, it would be difficult to break through his wind barrier, but at this time, there was no confidence on his face, only strong uneasiness and horror, and if you looked closely, you could even see the cold sweat on his forehead.

If he still underestimates the small flame of Mu Hanyan, 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 qualifications, his strength was far superior to that of priests of the same rank, and the sacrificial robe he wore was an ancestral magic weapon in the family, and the power of the law contained in the fire spear was mostly dissolved by it, whether he could stand up or not was two words.

Looking at the flame that was getting closer and closer, a layer of fine sweat oozed from Ou Zhizhi's palms.

"Poof!" At that moment, the flame flickered a few times and suddenly went out.

And Mu Hanyan's delicate and moving figure shook lightly in front of him, and he walked around from the side of the wind shield, and a pink and white fist also slammed towards Ou Mingming's nose.

"You...... Trick ......!" There was a heart-wrenching pain on the bridge of his nose, nosebleeds and eyes gushed out uncontrollably, Ou Mingzhi only said this sentence, and fell straight down, and his tearful eyes were full of anger and unwillingness.

Relying on the protection of the sacrificial robe, Mu Hanyan's Eight Desolation God Fall just now actually didn't cause him too much trauma, with his strength, he shouldn't have been put down so easily, but all his mind was on the flame, and the wind barrier with all his strength was all to resist the terrifying power in the fire spear.