Chapter 1745

In fact, mu Hanyan can't help it. She doesn't know which level of the divine priest the power contained in the fireball is equal to, and what kind of divine skill can be exerted. But Sikong Qinglan just threw her several pamphlets, and she has no other moves to use except the fireball.

Seeing that long Wudang was blown away by this terrible fireball, the gang of followers of long Wudang were all stunned and stayed in the same place.

Mu Hanyan was not in a daze. After several drills, she became more and more proficient in the art of resisting fire god, and finally displayed this powerful big fireball. However, all the spiritual power accumulated in her body was consumed. If she let long Wudang breathe, she would have no resistance.

I'll kill you while you're sick! This truth has long been the essence of Miss mu.

"Bang" dull sound, long Wudang has been heavily hit on the ground, only feel dizzy, rising eyes with stars, not waiting for him to wake up, mu Hanyan has quickly rushed to his side, rolled up his sleeve, crackling is a burst of punches and kicks.

"You just said you were bullying us. What's the matter? I'll tell you what's wrong. It's nothing. We'll just bully back. " Mu Hanyan took time to sneer.

All her spiritual power is consumed, but she still has martial arts. She has the pure strength no less than the swordsman's level 9, and she is just as adept at boxing.

Although Miss Mu has rarely done this with others since she had a few gold medal hitters with Hua Yue's beauty, she still has a lot of experience under her influence. She is still not as good as ordinary people.

Soon, in front of the dilapidated temple, there was the cry of dragon Wudang.

"Stop, stop, how dare you beat Wudang!" Seeing the ferocity of Mu Hanyan's attack, the gang felt numb behind him, but they still rushed forward. At the same time, several priests' magic skills with different light also rushed to Mu Hanyan's back.

All of a sudden, a figure came running, carrying a big stone board like a tortoise shell on his back. The priest's magic surged on the stone slab like a stone sinking into the sea, but there was no ripple.

"Ha ha ha, it's exactly what I thought." Proud laughter, Ling Baobao has raised the big turtle shell. Bang, the five short footman has been smashed to the ground, two nosebleed skyrocketing.

"It's noisy. It's so noisy. I don't want anyone to sleep." Tight stop, small auspicious animal that angry voice rang out, saw a streamer flash, bang bang bang dull sound, surrounded by a group of followers lying on the ground.

Just like this, obviously can't vent small auspicious animal's anger, the little guy jumps and jumps, facing those who haven't understood what's going on is a burst of Hai Bian.

Ling Baobao also rolled up his sleeve, holding the tortoise shell, happily joined the battle group. Although this guy's strength is not very good, he has a lot of experience when he moves his hand. Every punch and foot falls on the most sensitive part of pain, though not fatal. When he rises up, he holds up the tortoise's shell and smashes it without thinking.

As a result, the wails outside the temple came one after another. Long Wudang and the group of followers he brought were beaten up. They were black and blue, and looked like pig heads. If it wasn't for the cloud pattern embroidered on the robe, they couldn't tell who was who.

Looking at the violence of two people and a pig, an Xiaxin and others have long been shocked, or in other words, stunned, slightly open mouth, half a day back to God.

"Where on earth did you get these two guys?" For a long time, an Xia Xin just rubbed his eyes and asked Sikong Qinglan.

Sikong Qinglan shook his head, he did not expect that the final result would be like this. This mu Hanyan, this Ling Baobao, by the way, and that little piggy, are too tough, too cruel, too violent!

But he likes it!!!

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