Chapter 1770

But he never dreamed that the fire did not turn into a spear as before. Instead, it made a light sound like a dull fart and disappeared. Then, mu Hanyan's fist fell on his nose.

Shouldn't the competition between the priests be based on divinity? How can there be such a fight? This woman, how so cunning, so mean! When mu Hanyan's fists fall on ou Zhizhi like raindrops, Ou Zhizhi only feels deeply sad and helpless.

In fact, mu Hanyan herself feels very sad. If she can, she also wants to beat Ou Zhizhi with a startling priesthood. After all, a girl's fists and feet are not enough for a lady. But there's no way. Just like Jiutian Xingluo and Xingluo Bahuang, the newly integrated Bahuang God meteorite consumes a lot of spiritual power. After only one exertion, almost all the spiritual power in the body is consumed.

It's almost because she later sent out a small flame, which proved that the move just now didn't consume all the spiritual power completely, and left a little bit more or less. Of course, this little spiritual power is useless to miss mu. It's better to consume it. At least it doesn't have to be so shameful.

The only thing to be thankful for is that although her spiritual power is almost exhausted, she is not as weak as before. She also has the powerful power no less than the Ninth level of Swordsman and the martial arts learned from the fall of the eight wasteland gods.

"Oh..." After a short period of self pity, self pity and self sorrow, the deep pain finally poured into my mind, and Ou Zhizhi uttered a scream like killing a pig.

"Young master!" At the same time, he drew out his sword and played out a formula to attack mu Hanyan with various colors of magic.

This time, without waiting for Ling Baobao's hand, an Xiaxin, Shen Yuhe and Sikong Qinglan are behind mu Hanyan.

Although their strength is not as good as Ou Zhiming, they are also the three high priests of Huayu temple, and their strength is much better than Ou Zhiming's followers.

The three sang softly. The sword passed in front of them, and the magic came like a stone sinking into the sea.

"If you don't want to be shameful, more people bully less people, don't you?" Ling Baobao didn't know where he came from. He swung the tortoise shell and hit a young priest on the head.

The young priest rolled his eyes and fell on the ground.

Ling Baobao is not so easy to stop, carrying the tortoise shell to rush up is a mess hit, while hit, but also curse: "let you bully people, let you bully people, really when we Huayu temple is good to bully?"

The young priest was smashed to the head and blood, and the blood bead splashed on Ling Baobao's face, which was more ferocious.

"Who is bullying whom?" Anxiaxin grew up in Huayu temple. She never saw this kind of violence. She was frightened and said that as soon as she turned her head, she saw that Shen Yuhe and Sikong Qinglan were excited. They were very strange and strange, which made her feel deeply uneasy.

Don't mention her. Even Ou Zhizhi's entourage saw this situation for the first time. They were at a loss when they saw their companions being smashed to pieces. They didn't know what to do.

They have seen a lot of battles among the priests. Who is not a whirlwind, a icicle, a fire dragon flying in the air? How can they fight like this? What's the difference between this and the fight between the untouchables.

"Save Help The poor priest gave a feeble cry.

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