At the same time, Mu Hanyan's sword flashed a red light, and then a flame as thick as a little finger flew towards Ou Mingzhi.
Silence, deathly silence. Everyone fell into a brief daze as they watched the flickering flame that looked like a candle in the wind and could go out at any moment.
It is said that a person's name is like the shadow of a tree. In fact, the same is true for martial arts, magic, or combat skills. The more magnificent the name sounds, the more powerful it is. It would be embarrassing to give it such a name if it is not powerful.
But this time, Mu Hanyan's famous divine art clearly taught everyone a very vivid lesson. "Eight Desolate Divine Meteorite," it's just a tiny flame, and you have the nerve to call it that. Isn't that embarrassing?
Mu Hanyan was also secretly ashamed. The power of the Eight Desolate God Meteorite was certainly more than that. She could sense the terrifying power in the small flame, but she didn't know why it only manifested as such a small flame. Or was it related to her sword cultivation? In any case, she couldn't figure it out.
"Hahahaha, this is the magic of the chief priest of the Huayu Temple. It is really powerful. The Eight Desolate Gods' Fall. Just listen to the name and you know how powerful it is." An attendant behind Ou Mingzhi laughed so hard that he fell forward and backward.
"As expected of the oldest temple in the Continent of Gods, this kind of divine art can only be seen in the Flower Rain Temple."
"I've broadened my horizons, really broadened my horizons." The others also laughed and ridiculed.
"Mu Hanyan, are you humiliating me?" Ou Mingzhi did not laugh. In his opinion, Mu Hanyan's so-called magic was a humiliation to him.
"My magic is very powerful. Don't underestimate it. If you suffer any harm later, don't blame me for not reminding you." Mu Hanyan said woodenly.
No matter how powerful the Eight Desolate Divine Meteorite was, the trembling flame in front of her did make her feel quite embarrassed.
"Awesome, really awesome." Ou Mingzhi suppressed his anger and stopped talking nonsense with Mu Hanyan. He shook his sword violently and quickly made a series of hand gestures with his left hand.
"In the name of God, call upon the law of wind, rain of wind arrows and swords, destroy!" As Ou Mingzhi chanted in a low voice, the swirling storm suddenly exploded, and thousands of wind blades condensed, like translucent arrows, or like long swords flying across the sky, densely packed and flying towards Mu Hanyan.
"Wind, arrows, and sword rain!" Ou Mingzhi's following priests all showed excitement on their faces.
This was his young master's most powerful divine art. Over the years, countless so-called genius priests had been defeated by it, some even perished without a complete corpse. However, as his strength and fame grew, he had not used this art in a long time.
Mu Hanyan had obviously completely enraged the young master. They seemed to have already seen the miserable appearance of this ignorant and fearless chief priest as he was pierced by thousands of arrows.
"Be careful!" An Xiaxin and the others had also heard of Ou Mingzhi's most powerful magic. Although they knew that Mu Hanyan's funny little flame was not as simple as it seemed, they still couldn't help but exclaimed.
At this moment, "Boom!" With a loud bang, the small flame that was originally only the size of a little thumb and could be extinguished at any time like a candle in the wind suddenly burned as fiercely as hot oil. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a fire spear about three meters long, flying forward with the blazing flame.
And Mu Hanyan's mouth corners also curled up into a charming arc.
Fortunately, the training during this period was not wasted. Although it was just a small flame at the beginning, it is now definitely not as simple as a basic divine art.
As for its power, let Ou Mingzhi help test it!
The burning spear streaked across the sky, leaving behind an invisible tunnel of distorted light and shadow, as if the air was torn apart.
The ridicule of Ou Mingzhi's followers also stopped abruptly, and their eyes were dull.
Before they could react to what was happening, they heard a loud bang. The rain of wind, arrows and swords condensed by Ou Mingzhi's most powerful magic was like crashing into a volcano, and turned into nothingness in an instant.
Ou Mingzhi also let out a muffled groan, as if hit by a huge rock in the chest. His body swayed and he fell to one knee on the ground.
Defeated! The young master actually lost! Only then did the followers regain their composure, their minds still somewhat bewildered.
This is Ou Mingzhi, who is praised by the Ou family as a genius of the millennium. This is his most powerful magic - the rain of wind arrows that has caused countless so-called genius priests to suffer defeat. In front of that fire spear, it is so vulnerable!
Without giving them time to react, Mu Hanyan flew up like a shadow and slashed out with another sword!
Ou Mingzhi's strength was even stronger than she had imagined. Although she still wasn't quite sure what level her priestly magic had reached, if compared with swordsmanship, the power contained in that fire spear just now was no less than that of a beginner great swordsman. However, Ou Mingzhi was only defeated and not seriously injured. Mu Hanyan would certainly not give him a chance to fight back.
"Eight Desolations...The God Falls!" Mu Hanyan shouted again while in mid-air.
The flames, the flames. A flame that made her feel helpless, once again pierced through the sword.
"Barrier of Wind!" Ou Mingzhi's expression changed drastically, and the long sword suddenly swept across in front of him. Wind blades swirled and formed a shield in front of him.
If it was a different opponent, Ou Mingzhi would have enough confidence that even a tenth-order divine priest would find it difficult to break through his wind barrier. However, at this moment, there was not a trace of confidence on his face, only intense uneasiness and horror. If you looked closely, you could even see the cold sweat on his forehead.
If he still underestimated Mu Hanyan's tiny flame, he would be the biggest idiot in the world. No one knew better than him the terrifying power contained in this flame. If it weren't for his excellent talent, his strength far surpassing that of priests of the same rank, and the robe he wore being a family heirloom, which had largely dissipated the power of the laws contained in the fire spear, it's doubtful whether he could still stand.
As he stared at the flames that were getting closer and closer, Ou Mingzhi's palms were covered with sweat.
"Puff!" At this moment, the flame shook a few times and suddenly went out.
Mu Hanyan's pretty and charming figure flashed before his eyes, and she came around the wind shield. A pink and white fist also smashed towards Ou Mingzhi's nose.
"You... cheated...!" A heart-wrenching pain came from the bridge of his nose, and blood gushed out of his nose and eyes uncontrollably. Ou Mingzhi only said this sentence and fell straight down. His tearful eyes were filled with anger and unwillingness.
Thanks to the protection of the sacrificial robe, Mu Hanyan's move of Eight Desolate Divine Meteorites didn't actually cause him too much damage. With his strength, he shouldn't have been knocked down so easily, but all his mind was focused on the flame, and he used all his strength to build a wind barrier, all in order to resist the terrifying power of the fire spear.
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