And the long sword of Mu Hanyan flashed a red light at the same time. Then, he saw a fire full of small thumbs flying towards Ou Zhizhi.


    Silence, death like silence, looking at this trembling flame, like a candle in the wind that may go out at any time, everyone fell into a short dull.


    It''s said that the shadow of a person''s famous tree is actually the same with the skills of martial arts, divinity and war. The more magnificent the name sounds, the more powerful it is. I''m sorry to have such a name if it''s not powerful.


    But this time, mu Hanyan, the famous magic skill, obviously taught everyone a very vivid lesson. Eight waste God meteorite, such a small flame, you also mean to call this name, lose not shame?


    Mu Hanyan is also secretly ashamed. Of course, the power of the eight wasteland God meteorite is more than that. She can feel the terrible power in the little flame, but she doesn''t know why. What she shows is such a little flame, or is it related to her Kendo cultivation? Anyway, she didn''t understand.


    "Ha ha ha ha, this is the divine skill of the Lord of Huayu temple. It''s really powerful. Eight wild gods fall. You can tell by name. It''s so powerful." One of Ou Zhiming''s entourage fell back and forth with laughter.


    "It is worthy of being the oldest temple in the land of God. This kind of magic can only be seen in Huayu temple."


    "I''ve seen a lot. I''ve seen a lot." Others laughed and sneered.


    "Mu Hanyan, are you insulting me?" Ou Zhiming didn''t smile. In his opinion, the so-called magic art of Mu Hanyan was a shame to him.


    "My magic is very powerful. Don''t underestimate it. After a while, don''t blame me for not reminding you." Mu Hanyan said.


    No matter how severe the eight wasteland God meteorite was, the trembling flame in front of her really made her feel ashamed.


    "Great, indeed." Ou Zhizhi resisted his anger and didn''t talk to Mu Hanyan any more. His sword shook fiercely, and his left hand quickly played a series of tricks.


    "In the name of God, call the law of the wind, wind arrow sword rain, out!" With Ou Zhiming''s deep singing, the whirling storm suddenly burst open, and thousands of wind blades condensed, like translucent arrows, and like a long sword flying across the sky, flying towards the cold smoke.


    "Wind arrow sword rain!" Ou''s wise attendants and priests all looked excited.


    This is the most powerful divine skill of our young master. Over the years, I don''t know how many so-called gifted priests have been defeated by this divine skill, or even dead. However, as his strength gradually increased and his fame gradually increased, he had not used this magic trick for a long time.


    Mu Hanyan obviously angered the little Lord thoroughly. They seemed to have seen the miserable appearance of the ignorant and fearless chief priest.


    "Be careful!" Anxiaxin also heard of Ou Zhizhi''s most powerful magic skill. Although he knew that mu Hanyan''s funny little flame was not as simple as it seemed, he could not help exclaiming.


    Just then, "boom!" With a loud noise, the little flame, which was only the size of a little thumb and seemed to be extinguished at any time in the wind, suddenly burned like hot oil. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a spear about three feet long and flew away with the burning flame.


    And bathe the corner of the mouth of cold smoke, also evoke a charming radian.


    Fortunately, this period of cultivation is not wasted. Although it was a small flame at the beginning, now it is not as simple as primary magic.


    As for its power, let Ou Zhizhi help to test it!


    Burning spear across the sky, where, leaving a distorted invisible tunnel of light and shadow, as if the air had been torn in general.


    The sneer of the priests who were with Ou Zhiming stopped suddenly, and his eyes were dull.


    Before they knew what was going on, they heard a loud bang. The wind, arrow, sword and rain condensed by Ou Zhizhi''s most powerful magic were just like crashing into a volcano, turning into nothingness in an instant.


    And Ou Zhizhi also let out a stuffy hum, as if he had been hit by a huge stone in the chest. He shook his body and fell to the ground on one knee.


    I''m defeated. I''m defeated! Until then, the followers barely recovered, but they were still at a loss in their mind.


    This is Ou Zhiming, who was praised as a thousand year old wizard by the European family. This is his strongest magic skill - the wind arrow and arrow rain that once made countless so-called gifted priests hate defeat. In front of the fire spear, he was so vulnerable!


    Without giving them the time to react, mu Hanyan flew up like a shadow, and cut it out with a sword!


    Ou Zhizhi''s strength is even stronger than she imagined. Although she still doesn''t know what kind of realm her priestly magic has reached, compared with Kendo, the power contained in the fire spear just now is no less than that of the first stage of the great swordsman. However, Ou Zhizhi is only defeated and has not been seriously damaged. Mu Hanyan certainly won''t give him a chance to fight back.


    "Eight wastes God''s death Body in mid air, bathe cold smoke again a light drink.


    Fire, fire. A flame that made her feel helpless came out again.


    "The bulwark of the wind!" Ou Zhiming''s face changed greatly. His sword slashed in front of him, and the wind blade whirled, forming a shield in front of him.If you change your opponent, Ou Zhiming has enough confidence. Even the ten level God priest can hardly break his wind barrier. But at this time, you can not see any confidence on his face, only a strong sense of uneasiness and horror. If you look carefully, you can even see the cold sweat on his forehead.


    If he still underestimates the little flame of Mu Hanyan, he is the biggest idiot in the world. No one knows the terrible power contained in the fire better than him. If he had not good qualifications, his strength would have been far better than that of the priests of the same level. The sacrificial robe he was wearing was the ancestral magic weapon of his family, and most of the power of law contained in the fire spear was dissolved by him. Whether he could stand up or not is two questions.


    Looking at the approaching fire, Ou Zhizhi''s palms exuded a layer of sweat.


    "Poof!" At this time, the fire was shaking a few times, and suddenly went out.


    But mu Hanyan''s beautiful and moving figure, in front of his eyes, came around from the wind shield. A white fist also hit Ou Zhiming''s nose.


    "You Cheating...! " The bridge of the nose was filled with heartbreaking pain, and the nosebleed and eyes gushed out uncontrollably. Ou Zhizhi just said this sentence and fell straight down. The tears in his eyes were filled with anger and reluctance.


    Relying on the protection of the sacrificial robe, mu Hanyan''s move to kill the eight wild gods didn''t cause him too much trauma. With his strength, he shouldn''t have been put down so easily, but all his mind was put on the fire, and the wind barrier was to resist the terrible power of the fire spear.


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