The surrounding sea of fire suddenly trembled violently.

The Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi on the hillside began to surge wildly, and a cloud of fire covering fifty meters quickly condensed in the sky above.

Click......

The sound of thin ice shattering rang out from all directions.

The invisible protective barrier formed by the formation began to crack continuously, and criss-crossing filaments appeared above the field, spreading rapidly to all sides like stretched roots.

Fist-sized meteors were born from the clouds, and the next moment they fell like a torrential rain on the top of Muyang's head.

Screams erupted all around.

For many temple disciples, this was the first time they had seen a high-level soul art fire rain meteor.

Feeling the terrifying aura contained in those falling fire rains, everyone under the four realms changed color in shock. Even the faces of some of the Star Masters who had just passed the Four Realms turned extremely pale.

Ask yourself, even if they face the rain of fire in front of them at their peak, they will be seriously injured.

Muyang didn't look up.

He didn't pay attention to the sea of fire under his feet, nor did he look at the fire rain above his head, all his attention was focused on Fang Xiaohe's lips, until the corners of his lips were pursed into a line, and he sighed in his heart: it turned out that the spell of the fire rain meteor was like this......

Yes, Muyang is stealing fire spells!

When he was in Hanlin County, Wushu Mountain had invited him a fire-type soul master, but that soul master's cultivation had just passed the three realms, and the spells he could use were limited, and Mu Yang had only learned a few single soul techniques from him.

If someone who is careful reviews this battle, they will find that from the beginning to the present, the only fire-based spells that Mu Yang can use are flame blades and beaded fireballs.

In the eyes of outsiders, Mu Yang seems to be preserving his strength, but only he knows that this is not the case.

Mu Yang's whole body was wrapped in flames, and the two flame shields in front of him and one behind continued to rotate around his body, resisting the high temperature brought by the sea of fire around him, but the fire shield was constantly shrinking and thinning, and it seemed that it would be completely shattered in the next moment.

At this moment, in anyone's opinion, it is impossible for Muyang to resist the rain of fire falling from the sky, even if he does not die, he will be seriously injured.

Donghuang feels the same way.

"Do you want to save him?"

The direction in which Muyang is standing is uphill, Fang Xiaohe is downhill, just now Muyang is advancing, Fang Xiaohe is retreating, the distance between the two from the river has been shortened by hundreds of meters, with the strength of the East Emperor of Quicksand, at this time, it only takes a very short moment to save Muyang.

Those terrifying flames were indistinguishable from two faint candle flames in the eyes of the two knight leaders.

Quicksand hesitated a little, no matter how you look at the scene in front of you, Muyang can no longer have the strength to fight back, even if his cultivation has passed the four realms, it is impossible to resist the attack of fire rain.

It's just that for some reason, seeing the delicate face with a resolute face and a slender and upright body in the sea of fire, Quicksand always felt that this young man who shocked the audience again and again would give everyone a bigger surprise.

"No, I don't. ”

Quicksand spit out two words lightly, she had been to the bottom of the valley for Muyang, but now she was dead and couldn't be saved, which suddenly gave birth to an inexplicable feeling in Donghuang's heart.

At this moment, Mu Yang in the sea of fire suddenly moved.

He didn't move forward, but quickly swung his arms, forming strange handprints in front of him, and with the wave of his arm, the flames around him suddenly quieted down, and then rushed towards Fang Xiaohe's body like an upside-down heavenly river.

At the same time, a fire snake more than five meters long and with thick human legs suddenly burst out of the sea of fire, opened its bloody mouth and bit Fang Xiaohe's neck fiercely.

The fire rain meteor in the sky has fallen.

Mu Yang's body was instantly engulfed by the rain of fire.

A terrible scream came from the rain of fire, and then a fiery red figure flew into the air in a circle like a spinning top whipped by a steel whip, until it flew hundreds of meters away and fell heavily into the river flowing down the slope.

The onlookers suddenly stopped breathing again.

Many people have already seen that the figure that flew out upside down was not Muyang, but Fang Xiaohe!

The overwhelming rain of fire fell like hail.

Hundreds of deep pits were smashed out of the hillside almost at the same time, and in the rain of fire, a large umbrella that constantly shimmered with runic luster covered a space two meters square.

The umbrella was lowered, Mu Yang stood expressionlessly, and the sparks splashed around him fell towards him, but when he was still more than an inch away from his clothes, he suddenly changed direction and slipped to the side.

"The essence of the fire scroll turned out to be the manipulation of the power of the flame origin. ”

Mu Yang muttered to himself, looked down at the dancing flames on the tips of the five fingers of his left hand, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then began to take a step.

The fire rain has stopped.

The wild grass and flowers on the ground were ignited by the flames and burned quickly.

Mu Yang's feet stepped on these flames, and they quickly fled to both sides as if they were torn apart by an invisible force.

The onlookers were completely stunned.

Looking at the big umbrella in Mu Yang's hand, the temple masters hidden in the crowd changed color.

Some of the full-time teachers who taught the star armor system zuò felt an uncontrollable power from the aura emanating from the umbrella face rune array.

Others were attracted by the seductive posture of the lifelike maidens jumping on top of the umbrella rune array when it lit up. Suddenly, my heart beat faster and my blood spurted.

Mu Yang's feet stepped on the soft grass, making a rustling sound, and because the surroundings were too quiet, the sound became extremely clear, as if it sounded directly in the bottom of his heart.

He was covered in scars.

Even though he used the thunder umbrella to block most of the power of the Fire Rain Meteor, he still suffered from Yan Zhan's internal injuries, and he felt that the meridians in his body seemed to be shattered, sending out tearing pain, so that he had to stop and breathe every few steps before he could continue to move forward.

However, no matter whether he was moving or stopping, his eyes always fell on Fang Xiaohe's body lying in the river.

The river is more than 30 meters wide, the water is crystal clear, the deepest part is knee-deep, and the shore is just below the ankle.

Fang Xiaohe was lying crookedly in the water, his bones were broken in many places, if he hadn't poured all his soul elements into the shield at the last moment, he was afraid that he would have died under Muyang's fire snake.

Even so, he had completely lost the ability to continue fighting, and if he could not be treated in time, it would have a great impact on his future practice.

A holy light sprinkled in the air and shone on Fang Xiaohe's body.

The one who shot was a young priest standing behind Zhuang Yusheng, this holy light is the holy light technique that only the temple priest can use, its healing effect on the wound will change with the amount of the user's divine power, judging from the divine aura contained in the holy light, the one who shot should be an intermediate priest.

The appearance of the Light represents the will of the Temple and the end of this contest.

However, is it really over?

Muyang doesn't think so.