A group of retinues finally came to their senses, no matter what the battle between the priests should be like, it was better to save people first. Gritting his teeth, several of them threw themselves towards Mu Hanyan again, others played tricks, and several priestly magic techniques fell towards Ling Baobao.

Ling Baobao was flattening his head, he smiled when he saw this, and he squatted slightly and hid under the turtle shell, and those few priest magic techniques fell on the turtle shell, and they didn't even splash the slightest ripple, and disappeared.

"What kind of artifact is this?" a young priest's eyes widened in surprise.

Although many magic weapons can dissolve the power of the law in the priest's divine art, there will always be some noise, but this time, there is no reaction at all.

Before he could react, Ling Baobao poked his head out again, and with a heavy dance of the turtle shell, he smashed him to the ground, and with a muffled bang, there was another splash of blood, and the air was also filled with a faint smell of blood.

"Is there really no one in our Flower Rain Temple, fight with them. I don't know who shouted, and the priest guards of the Flower Rain Temple swarmed up like a tide.

Yan Qingshan and Qi Ming were indiscriminately injured by each other, they had already held their sulk, and the arrogance of Ou Zhizhi and the others was even more trampling on the dignity of the Flower Rain Temple.

Mu Hanyan's previous words of tooth for tooth and blood for blood finally aroused their long-depressed bloodiness, and the splashing blood beads and the faint smell of blood in the air made the blood in their bodies completely boil.

Although the strength of the priests brought by Ou Mingzhi is not weak, they are generally higher than the priests of the Flower Rain Temple, but after all, there are only more than ten people, and even if the Flower Rain Temple declines, there are still more than twenty priests left, plus the loyal guards, there are more than forty people in total. In just a moment, the poor priests were overwhelmed by the angry crowd.

An Xiaxin's eyelids jumped a few times unconsciously, at the beginning, the priests of the Flower Rain Temple still used the priest magic technique, but as soon as they rushed closer, they immediately changed it to martial arts.

As a priest of the left, her strength was already stronger than Shen Yuhe, Sikong Qinglan, and she had also practiced the martial arts passed down from generation to generation in the temple - the Eight Desolation Gods, so she could easily see that what the priest guards used was the Eight Desolation Gods, but it was more profound and mysterious than what she had learned, and it was more unpredictable.

Most importantly, and even more ferocious and violent, the power contained in those fists and kicks did not seem to be much worse than that of the priests.

Hearing the scream of the ghost crying wolf in his ears, and seeing the splash of blood, An Xiaxin faintly felt uneasy, the other party is a person from the Lingyu Temple, Ou Mingzhi is the young master of the Ou clan, if nothing else, he will become the chief priest of the Lingyu Temple, wouldn't it be a mortal enemy to do so.

"Yuhe, Qinglan, why don't you persuade them to stop first!" An Xiaxin said hesitantly. Although she was also angry at the rudeness of Ou Mingming and the others, as a priest of the left, she had to consider the overall situation.

Saying this, An Xiaxin turned her head, but she was stunned for a moment, where was the shadow of Shen Yuhe and Sikong Qinglan beside her.

Looking at the crowd again, cold sweat came out of An Xiaxin's forehead.

The guy in the crowd was ruthless and seemed to be a little obscene, but he was shy and shy like a big boy next door

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And the little girl with a baby face, her face flushed with excitement, and she didn't leave the next three roads one by one, who was not the right priest, Lord Shen Yuhe?

Fallen, dignified right priest, dignified prayer priest, do it with your hands, how can you be so obscene and filthy?

An Xiaxin blushed and covered her eyes, embarrassed to look any further.

Not only the priests and guards of the Flower Rain Temple, but even those ordinary people were ignited with their blood, and they also rushed into the battle group...... Strictly speaking, it's not actually a war group, it's just a one-sided abuse.

Although they have not practiced the priest divine arts, nor do they have the strong physique and strength of the temple guards, but just like the normal people of the Divine Continent, they have also practiced martial arts, due to the decline of the Flower Rain Temple and the destruction of the formation enchantment, their lives are not much better than ordinary people, and their martial arts are even stronger.

And their combat experience is obviously richer than that of those priests, and they are naturally more fast, accurate, and ruthless, and their moves are not far from the point.

As a result, the screams became even more poignant.

"Lord Priest, if you don't let them go first, no matter what they say, it's ......" Looking at the faces full of violence and excitement, An Xiaxin knew that she couldn't stop them anymore, so she had to come to Mu Hanyan's side and whispered.

"Mu Hanyan, you are dead, do you know who I am, I will never let you go, I will let you live and not die, no, I want you to know what is the desire to die, the people of the Flower Rain Temple, I will not let any of them go, An Xiaxin, Shen Yuhe, you sluts, I will make you regret it, wait, you will soon know what it means to be a desire to die." At this moment, Ou Mingming let out a crazy roar.

Mu Hanyan didn't expect this guy to be so tough, and he was still so arrogant at this time. However, from this sentence, it can also be seen that Ou Mingzhi's heart is vicious, this kind of person is often more terrible than Long Wudang, a villain who almost didn't engrave the bad guy on his forehead.

An Xiaxin's face changed, she was not a little girl who didn't understand anything, of course she knew what Ou Mingzhi meant by wanting to die, her cold face became red again, and her eyes were full of shame and anger.

"Bang!" An Xiaxin flew out.

"Whew......" Ou Mingzhi let out a miserable howl again, and bowed up like a shrimp.

An Xiaxin's kick was kicking the vital point between his legs. The people around me were all trembling in their hearts.

"Is it true that the Flower Rain Temple is easy to bully, is it true that I An Xiaxin is easy to bully, I want to see how the Lingyu Temple destroyed my Flower Rain Temple, you don't let me go, I still don't let you go......" An Xiaxin was like a female leopard who was injured and completely enraged, and she pounced on it and punched and kicked her, and she had no sense of proportion, and her feet did not leave the vital point between Ou Mingming's legs.

Mu Hanyan looked at An Xiaxin in surprise, thinking that Shen Yuhe was weak on the outside and violent on the inside, and he was the most violent person in the Flower Rain Temple, but now he knew that he might have lost his eyes again, An Xiaxin seemed to be much more ferocious than Shen Yuhe.

But soon, Mu Hanyan found that An Xiaxin was beating and scolding, but her eyes flashed with tears of grievance.