Chapter 1771: 1772

A group of followers finally woke up, no matter what the battle between priests was like, it was better to save people first. As soon as they gritted their teeth, a few of them rushed towards Mu Hanyan again, while the others played tricks, and several priestly magic tricks poured down on Ling Baobao.

Ling Baobao was flattened on his head, he smiled when he saw it, he squatted down and hid under the turtle shell, the few priest magic tricks fell on the turtle shell, and disappeared without even the slightest ripple.

"What kind of magic weapon is this?" A young priest widened his eyes in surprise.

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

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

"Is there really no one in our Huayu Temple? We're fighting with them." I don't know who shouted, and the priests and guards of Huayu Temple rushed up like a tide.

Yan Qingshan and Qi Ming were indiscriminately injured by the other party. They had been sulking for a long time, and the arrogance and domineering of Ou Zhizhi and others had trampled on the dignity of Huayu Temple.

Mu Hanyan's previous remarks that he used blood for a tooth for a tooth finally aroused their long-depressed blood, and the splash of blood and the faint smell of blood in the air made the blood in their bodies boil completely.

Although the priests brought by Ou Zhizhi are not weak, they are generally a bit higher than the priests of the Huayu Temple, but after all, there are only more than ten people, and no matter how the Huayu Temple declines, there are still more than twenty priests left. Together with the loyal guards, there are more than 40 people in total. In just a moment, the poor priests were overwhelmed by the angry crowd.

An Xiaxin's eyelids jumped a few times involuntarily. At the beginning, the priests of Huayu Temple were still using priest magic, but as soon as they got close, they immediately changed to martial arts.

As a Zuo priest, her strength is already a bit stronger than Shen Yu and Sikong Qinglan, and she also practiced the martial arts that the temple has passed down from generation to generation - Bahuang Shenyun, so she can easily see it. , What the priests and guards use is the Eight Desolate Gods, but it is more profound and mysterious than what she has learned, and it is more unpredictable.

The most important thing is that it is even more fierce and violent. The power contained in the fists and feet does not seem to be much worse than the priest magic.

Hearing the screams like ghosts and wolves, seeing the splash of blood, An Xiaxin felt faintly uneasy. If there is an accident, nine out of ten, he will become the head priest of Lingyu God's Highness. If he does so, he will forge a deadly vengeance.

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

With those words in her mouth, An Xiaxin turned her head away, but was stunned. There were still the shadows of Shen Yuhe and Sikong Qinglan beside her.

Looking further into the crowd, An Xiaxin burst out with cold sweat on her forehead.

The people in the crowd were ruthless and ruthless, but they were shy and shy like a big boy next door. Who is the Lord Sikong Qinglan, who is not a prayer priest? And that little girl with a baby face, her face flushed with excitement, one foot after another, not leaving the next three roads, who is not the right priest, Lord Shen Yuhe?

Fallen, dignified right priest, dignified prayer priest, do it as soon as you do it, how can you be so filthy?

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

Not only the priests and guards of the Huayu Temple, but even those commoners were ignited with enthusiasm, and they also rushed into the battle group... Strictly speaking, it is not a battle group, but a one-sided abuse.

Although they have not practiced priest magic, and they do not have the strong physique and strength of temple guards, but just like normal people in the continent of God, they have also practiced martial arts. Due to the decline of Huayu Temple, the formation barrier Their lives are not much better than ordinary people, and their martial arts are even stronger.

And their combat experience is obviously richer than those of the priests, and they are naturally quicker, more precise, and more ruthless, and they can't leave the key.

So, that scream became even more terrifying.

"Master Priest, if you don't let them go first, no matter what they say..." Looking at the faces full of violence and excitement, An Xiaxin knew that she could no longer stop them, so she came to Mu Hanyan beside him, said in a low voice.

"Mu Hanyan, you are all dead, do you know who I am, I will never let you go, I will let you live and die, no, I want you to know what it means to want to die, I will not let anyone in the Huayu Temple, An Xiaxin, Shen Yuhe, you bitches, I will make you regret it, wait, you will soon know what it means to be immortal and want to die." At this moment, Ou Mingzhi let out a frantic roar.

Mu Hanyan didn't expect this guy to be so arrogant, and he was still so arrogant even now. However, from this sentence, you can also see the sinisterness in Ou Mingzhi's heart. This kind of person is often more terrifying than the villain Long Wudang who doesn't even 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 when she wanted to die. Her icy face turned red again, and her eyes were full of shame and anger.

"Bang!" An Xiaxin flew out.

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

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

"Is it true that the Huayu 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 Huayu Temple. If you don't let me go, I will I won't let you go..." An Xiaxin, like a female leopard who was injured and completely irritated, threw herself on it and punched and kicked, and she didn't have any measure, her feet did not leave the vital point between Ou Zhizhi's legs.

Mu Hanyan looked at An Xiaxin in surprise. She thought that Shen Yuhe was the most violent person in Huayu Temple because she was weak on the outside and violent on the inside, but now she realizes that she may have misunderstood. An Xiaxin seems to be much more ferocious than Shen Yuhe. what.

But soon, Mu Hanyan discovered that An Xiaxin was beating and scolding, but there were tears of grievance in her eyes.