Just when his sword was halfway out, "pop", the small flame suddenly went out, and the light and shadow that flashed at the last moment looked like a mocking smiling face.
Long Wudang's sword froze in mid-air. His flushed face was turning a bit purple, and he felt as if he had been fooled again.
"Puchi!" Seeing Long Wudang's red and dazed look, Shen Yuhe and a young female priest couldn't help laughing out loud.
Even Long Wudang's men found his appearance funny, but they didn't dare to laugh out loud.
"I will kill you!" Although they did not laugh out loud, Long Wudang still felt the smile in their eyes. He became furious for a moment and flew over and slashed at Mu Hanyan with a sword.
The black robe rustled, and its speed was as fast as a black stream of light.
The ochre-colored light also shone through the sword and condensed into a huge stone cone, which brought heavy pressure to people while being filled with a cold murderous intent.
"Be careful!" An Xiaxin, Shen Yuhe and Sikong Qinglan shouted.
How could Mu Hanyan's cute little weak flame withstand the angry attack of the ninth-level divine priest? While screaming, the three of them flew out.
Unfortunately, their strength was still far inferior to Long Wudang's. Chen Yuhe and Sikong Qinglan had just been injured, and it was too late for them to act hastily.
Seeing that the stone cone condensed by sword light was getting closer and closer to Mu Hanyan, the three of them felt a chill in their hearts.
Although she had fought Kang Qingyuan before, Long Wudang's speed still surprised Mu Hanyan, and she subconsciously struck out with her sword. With the experience she had just gained, Mu Hanyan's fire control technique was naturally more proficient this time.
I saw a flash of red light, and another flame flew out.
Flames, flames again... The hearts of Sikong Qinglan and others fell into an icy valley.
Long Wudang's face was ashen. This flame was a blatant humiliation to him. He let the flame fly towards him, not even bothering to block it. Such a small flame certainly couldn't hurt him at all, and he would never make the same mistake again.
The stone cone condensed by the sword light was getting closer and closer to Mu Hanyan, and the small flame was naturally getting closer and closer to Long Wudang. Suddenly, with a clear "whoosh" sound, the small flame grew in the wind, and in an instant, it turned into a fireball as big as a washbasin.
"Ah!" Long Wudang was caught off guard and was hit on the head by the fireball. His entire head was engulfed in flames. He let out a shrill scream and then his body flew out sideways.
His mind was in chaos, and the stone cone condensed by sword light slowed down. Mu Hanyan easily dodged it, and it flew more than ten feet before shattering into pieces.
Everyone around was surprised. No one expected this result. Wasn't it just a small flame just now? How did it suddenly turn into a big fireball?
"Young Master, Young Master, how are you?" After a while, the followers woke up as if from a dream and rushed over quickly.
"Get out, all of you!" Long Wudang jumped up from the ground and pushed everyone away.
"Bitch, how dare you cheat!" Long Wudang pointed at Mu Hanyan, his whole body shaking with anger.
Although he noticed something was wrong and activated his mind and spiritual power in time to protect his whole body, he was still a little slow due to being caught off guard. At this time, he had an explosive mess of hair and wisps of green smoke coming out of his head, looking like he had just been struck by lightning.
The others then vaguely understood that the small flame before was actually Mu Hanyan's deliberate attempt to paralyze Long Wudang, and that her true strength was revealed later.
What a cunning priest, what a powerful scheme. Looking at Mu Hanyan, everyone's eyes changed slightly.
Mu Hanyan was a little helpless. This time she really didn't use any tricks. The small flame before was simply the first time she used the priest's magic, and she was not proficient enough.
"How dare you play tricks on me, Long Wudang? I'm going to kill you, kill you!" Long Wudang shook his head vigorously, sending out a wisp of green smoke, and rushed towards Mu Hanyan again.
If the previous sentence of "killing you" was just an outlet for his anger, then at this moment Long Wudang was so angry that he wanted to kill someone. With that roar, the long sword shone brightly, dazzling people.
This time, An Xiaxin, Sikong Qinglan and Chen Yuhe were well prepared and flew out at the same time.
Although Mu Hanyan used her wits and strategy to teach Long Wudang a lesson, this so-called fire-controlling magic, or fireball magic, was only the most basic priest magic. How could it possibly compete with Long Wudang, a ninth-level divine priest?
However, just as they were about to move, Mu Hanyan got ahead at a faster speed and slashed out with another sword.
Flames...flames again!
An Xiaxin, Sikong Qinglan and others broke out in cold sweat. It was the same trick again. Do you think Long Wudang is a fool?
Seeing An Xiaxin and the others attack, Long Wudang's followers were about to attack as well, but when they saw Mu Hanyan rushing ahead, they immediately stopped. The young master was furious, so they should let him vent his anger on his own. Their rash actions only made him unhappy.
As priests, they certainly knew that the fireball spell was only the lowest level of priest magic. Just now, Long Wudang was tricked by the other party and suffered a little loss because he was not prepared. Now that he was prepared, how could he suffer a loss again?
"The same trick again, you're looking for death!" Seeing the faint little flame, Long Wudang felt even more humiliated. He roared wildly and slashed at the flame with a sword.
Everyone knew that this was only the lowest level of priest magic, but after all, he had suffered a loss and lost face before, so this time he would not be as careless as before.
Of course, he did not take Mu Hanyan's strength seriously. If he was on guard, it would be a huge joke if a ninth-level divine priest could not deal with a mere junior priest.
"Master, teach her a lesson!" A group of followers behind him shouted to cheer him on.
But immediately, their eyes widened.
As they had predicted, the flickering flame swelled against the wind, transforming into a fireball the size of a washbasin in the blink of an eye. Then, just as Long Wudang struck with his sword, it suddenly expanded again. A massive fireball, nearly ten feet in diameter, instantly engulfed Long Wudang.
"You, are cheating again...ah..." Before Long Wudang could finish his words, he was blown away with a scream.
Everyone was stunned again, even An Xiaxin and the other two who were left behind by Mu Hanyan subconsciously stopped.
Even though they were behind Mu Hanyan, they could still sense the immense power contained within the massive fireball. This was simply not something a novice priest who had just undergone divine baptism could unleash. Even if they used all their strength, it would only be this powerful, or even worse. Of course, with their strength, it was impossible for them to perform such a low-level fireball technique.
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