Chapter 1770 1771 The Screams Like Killing Pigs
But he never dreamed that the flame did not turn into a fire spear as before, but disappeared with a dull fart-like sound, and then Mu Hanyan's fist landed on his nose.
Shouldn't the competition between priests be about the level of magic? How could this woman be so cunning and despicable! When Mu Hanyan's fists and feet fell on Ou Zhizhi's body like raindrops, Ou Zhizhi only felt deep sadness and deep helplessness.
In fact, Mu Hanyan herself felt quite sad. If possible, she also wanted to defeat Ou Zhizhi cleanly with an earth-shattering priest magic technique. After all, a girl's fists and feet are not enough for a lady. But there is no way, just like Jiutian Xingluo and Xingluo Bahuang, the consumption of spiritual power by the Eight Desolate Gods that have just merged and penetrated is staggering. After only using it once, almost all the spiritual power in the body is consumed.
It was almost because she sent out a small flame later, proving that the move just now did not consume all the spiritual power, and left a little bit more or less. Of course, this little bit of spiritual power is useless to Miss Mu, so it is better to use it all up, at least not to be so embarrassed.
The only thing that is fortunate is that although her spiritual power is almost exhausted, she is not as weak as before. She still has a powerful strength that is no less than the ninth-rank swordsman, and she also has the martial arts from the Eight Desolate Gods. Fighting.
"Ow..." After a short period of self-pity and self-mourning, the piercing pain finally poured into his mind, and Ou Mingzhi let out a scream like a pig.
"Young Master!" The attendant priests under his command finally woke up like a dream. At the same time, they drew out their long swords and hit Mu Hanyan with magic tricks of different colors.
This time, An Xiaxin, Shen Yuhe and Sikong Qinglan stood behind Mu Hanyan before Ling Baobao could make a move.
Although they are not as powerful as Ou Zhizhi, they are also the three priests of the Flower Rain Temple, and they are still much stronger than Ou Zhizhi's followers.
The three of them sang softly, and the long swords swept past them, and the magic tricks that hit them disappeared like a stone sinking into the sea.
"You guys are shameless, more people bully less people, right?" Ling Baobao appeared out of nowhere, picked up the tortoise shell and smashed it heavily on the head of a young priest.
The young priest rolled his eyes and fell to the ground.
Ling Baobao didn't give up so easily. He rushed up with the turtle shell and smashed it all the time. ?"
The young priest was smashed to death in a few strokes, and blood beads splashed on Ling Baobao's face, making him even more brutal.
"Who the hell is bullying who?" An Xiaxin grew up in the Huayu Temple. She had never seen such a violent scene. She said in a terrified voice. As soon as she turned her head, she saw the eyes of Shen Yuhe and Sikong Qinglan. They all showed excitement, very strange, very strange, which made her feel deeply uneasy.
Not to mention her, even the entourage of Ou Mingzhi saw such a situation for the first time.
They have seen many battles between priests. Who is not the whirlwind dancing icicles and shooting fire dragons into the air? How can there be such punches and kicks and blood splatters? How is this different from a fight between pariahs.
"Help...Help!" the poor priest let out a feeble cry.