Chapter 1769 1770 You Are Cheating

And Mu Hanyan's long sword flashed a red light at the same time, and then he saw a flame the size of a little thumb flying towards Ou Mingzhi.

Silence, death-like silence, looking at this trembling flame like a candle in the wind that could be extinguished at any time, everyone fell into a brief sluggishness.

It is said that the shadow of the famous tree of people, in fact, the same is true of martial arts, magic or combat skills. Often, the more powerful the name sounds, the more powerful it is.

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

Mu Hanyan was also secretly embarrassed. Of course, the power of the Eight Desolate Gods is more than that. She could feel the terrifying power in the small flame, but she didn't know why, it was just such a small flame, or it was with her. Is it related to kendo cultivation? She couldn't understand it anyway.

"Hahahaha, this is the magical technique of the master of the Huayu Temple. It is really powerful. The Eight Desolate Gods, you can tell by the name. It is very powerful."

"As expected of the oldest temple in the Continent of Gods, this kind of magic can only be seen in the Temple of Flower Rain."

"Long knowledge, really long knowledge." Others laughed and ridiculed again and again.

"Mu Hanyan, are you humiliating me?" Ou Zhizhi didn't laugh. In his opinion, Mu Hanyan's so-called divine 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 later." Mu Hanyan said dully.

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

"Amazing, really awesome." Ou Mingzhi endured his anger and stopped talking nonsense to Mu Hanyan, his long sword shook violently, and his left hand quickly struck out a series of hand tricks.

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

"Wind Arrow and Sword Rain!" Ou Zhizhi's attendant priest showed excitement on his face.

This is the strongest magical technique of his own young master. Over the years, I don't know how many so-called genius priests have been defeated by this magical technique, and even died without a corpse. However, with the increasing strength and fame, he has not used this magic trick for a long time.

Mu Hanyan obviously angered the young master completely. They seemed to have seen the miserable appearance of the ignorant and fearless priest Wanjian pierced through his heart.

"Be careful!" An Xiaxin and the others had also heard of Ou Zhizhi's strongest magic, even though they knew that Mu Hanyan's funny little flame was not as simple as it seemed, they couldn't help exclaiming.

At this moment, "Boom!" With a loud noise, the small flame that was originally only the size of a little thumb, as if the 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 thirty feet long flew away with the flaming flames.

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

Fortunately, the cultivation during this period was not in vain. Although it was a small flame at the beginning, but now, it is by no means as simple as the primary magic.

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

The burning spear slashed across the sky, leaving an invisible tunnel with distorted light and shadow wherever it passed, as if the air had been torn apart.

The sneering of Ou Mingzhi's attendant priests also stopped abruptly, and his eyes were dull.

Before they could react to what was going on, they heard a loud bang, and the wind, arrow and sword rain condensed by Ou Mingzhi's strongest magical technique was like crashing into a volcano, and instantly turned into nothingness.

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

Lost, the young master actually lost! Until then, the few followers barely recovered, but they were still a little dazed in their minds.

This is Ou Zhizhi, who has been hailed as a thousand-year-old genius by the Ou clan. This is his strongest magic technique—the rain of arrows and arrows that once made countless so-called genius priests lose their hatred. In front of that fiery spear, it was actually So vulnerable!

Without giving them time to react, Mu Hanyan flew up like a shadow and slashed out with another sword!

Ou Mingzhi's strength is stronger than she imagined. Although she still doesn't know what realm her priest magic has reached, if you compare the swordsmanship, the power contained in the fire spear just now. He was definitely not lower than the primary level of a great swordsman, but Ou Mingzhi was only defeated, and he was not severely injured. Of course, Mu Hanyan would not give him a chance to fight back.

"Eight wastes... Shenmie!" In mid-air, Mu Hanyan snorted again.

Fire, see fire. A flame that made her feel helpless, also came out through the sword again.

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

If he changed his opponent, Ou Zhizhi had enough confidence that even a tenth-order god priest would have difficulty breaking through his barrier of wind, but at this time, there was no confidence in his face, only a strong sense of anxiety Horrified, if you look closely, you can even see the cold sweat on his forehead.

If he still underestimates Mu Hanyan's little flame, 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 would be far better than that of priests of the same rank. Most of the power was resolved by it, and whether he could still stand up was two things.

Watching the flames that were getting closer and closer, Ou Mingzhi's palms ooze a layer of sweat.

"Pfft!" At this moment, the flame shook a few times and suddenly went out.

However, Mu Hanyan's delicate and moving figure flickered in front of his eyes, and came around from the wind shield, and a pink-white-pink-white fist also slammed towards Ou Zhizhi's nose.

"You... cheating...!" There was a heart-wrenching soreness on the bridge of the nose, and the nosebleed and the eyes could not be restrained. , is full of anger and unwillingness.

Relying on the protection of the sacrificial robe, Mu Hanyan's move just now did not cause him much trauma. With his strength, he shouldn't have been brought down so easily, but he put all his heart into it. Above the flames, the barrier of the wind with all its strength is also all to resist the terrifying power in the fire spear.