Hua Yue Zirong, Gao Weihu and others followed suit. Although they were still a bit behind in strength and did not dare to reveal their sword skills, they were in perfect sync with each other and their combined attack was quite powerful.
There were loud noises and divine light filled the sky.
Mu Hanyan and the others stumbled back, their faces turning pale. While Mu Hanyan was quite powerful, and in a one-on-one fight, none of the three Dou family members would be her match, they had clearly mastered a set of combined attack techniques that complemented each other, multiplying their combat power. Ye Congyun and the others were still somewhat inferior in strength, so how could they possibly withstand the combined might of the three?
Fortunately, Gao Weihu's life shield had a strong defense, and Ye Yanran used Tianlin's divine healing in time, otherwise Hua Yue and others would have been seriously injured and vomited blood.
However, even with Gao Weihu's life shield and Ye Yanran's Tianlin Divine Healing, they could not hold out for long under the continuous attacks of the three elders of the Dou family.
At this moment, Fen Qianji struck. His broad, dark-black sword fiercely streaked across the sky, emitting a dazzling divine light like a rolling wave, sweeping towards the three elders of the Dou family.
Mu Hanyan was pleasantly surprised to discover that his divine arts had perfectly integrated the laws of life, death, ice, and earth. It seemed that not only had his injuries healed, but his strength had also significantly improved.
"Boom!" With a loud noise, the three elders of the Dou family flew out like kites with broken strings.
"What terrifying strength! He is worthy of being the Priest of Divine Language." Although the battle was extremely short, the people around were still delighted to see it and couldn't help but sigh.
Dou Nanshan's face turned pale. With the strength of Dou Changyi and others, Mu Hanyan would definitely not be their opponent if they joined forces. But who would have thought that Fen Qianji would be a variable, and no one would have thought that he would be so powerful.
"Fen Qianji, are you deliberately making an enemy of me?" Dou Nanshan said gritting his teeth.
Fen Qianji did not answer, still looking at him indifferently, but the meaning in his eyes was obvious. He would never give in today, and the one who had to give in was only you, Dou Nanshan.
"Okay, then let me see how confident you are!" Dou Nanshan finally took action himself.
Dou Nanshan moved his body and slapped Fen Qianji with his palm. Although his eyes were filled with anger, this palm was light and effortless, giving people a sense of the great Dao. The mystery in it was far stronger than Dou Changyi and others.
Fen Qianji looked solemn and also slapped out with his palm.
There was no earth-shattering roar, no divine light, as the two palms drew closer and closer. However, just as their palms were about to touch, two divine lights burst forth simultaneously, so brilliant, yet so full of murderous intent.
The Four Great Laws! This time, everyone was surprised to find that the four great laws that the two comprehended were exactly the same: life, death, light, and ice.
The Law of Life and the Law of Death inherently restrained each other, as did the Law of Light and the Law of Ice, but at this moment, the two of them perfectly integrated their powers. Although their attacks appeared ordinary, not as pleasing to the eye or as powerful as those of ordinary Divine Heart Priests, the power contained within them was simply beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
What was even more surprising was that when the two magic arts collided, there was no violent explosion, but instead a stalemate. Invisible cyclones, emitting the unique light and color of the four laws, spun rapidly with the two people as the center, forming a huge storm vortex.
The strength of the two is actually between Zhongbo and Bo.
Looking at Fen Qianji again, almost everyone's eyes were filled with admiration and yearning. Dou Nanshan's strength was naturally needless to say. If he was not strong, he would not have become one of the Twelve Divine Blessing Priests, let alone a Divine Punishment Priest. However, his cultivation was the result of hundreds of years of practice.
And how incredible was it that Fen Qianji, at such a young age, possessed strength comparable to his? He was indeed a Divine Language Priest, and his abilities were simply beyond the reach of ordinary people.
Unlike the others who were full of admiration and yearning, Mu Hanyan's expression was unusually solemn, and there was even a hint of worry in her eyes - Dou Nanshan's strength was definitely more than that!
As expected, just as Mu Hanyan guessed, the next moment, Dou Nanshan's eyes suddenly gleamed with brilliance, and he shouted, "Concentrate your mind!"
Strands of mysterious stars escaped from his body, spinning slowly, and actually condensed into a human-shaped shadow behind him, with eyebrows and facial features exactly the same as Dou Nanshan.
"Divine Martial Soul!" Mu Hanyan exclaimed in her heart.
In this phantom, she clearly felt the energy of divine consciousness, which was obviously condensed by Dou Nanshan's divine consciousness. It was the Divine Martial Servant Soul in her memory. Mu Hanyan had also seen the Divine Martial Servant Soul with her own eyes when Luoshenyuan and Qiu Dangya fought.
Although Dou Nanshan's shadow, formed by his divine consciousness, was not yet solid enough and could not compare to Qiu Dangya's divine spirit, it could still greatly increase Dou Nanshan's strength. At their level, every step forward was incredibly difficult, and every bit of strength improvement could mean the difference between life and death.
Things turned out exactly as Mu Hanyan had guessed.
With the appearance of this powerful servant soul, Dou Nanshan's momentum increased greatly, and his whole body seemed to have grown taller. Fen Qianji groaned, and a trace of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
The balance between the two was broken, and Dou Nanshan finally gained the upper hand.
"Fen Qianji, as long as you stop now, I will pretend that nothing happened! If you compete for the position of God Lord in the future, I can still lend you a helping hand." Dou Nanshan said to Fen Qianji with full confidence.
Everyone around sighed inwardly. Ginger, after all, is always better with age. No matter how exceptional Fen Qianji's talent, no matter how unexpected his strength, he was still too young. Even if he had been cultivating since the womb, day and night without sleep, how could he compare to Dou Nanshan's centuries of hard work? If they continued fighting like this, defeat was only a matter of time.
It seemed Fen Qianji had no choice but to compromise. With his strength, even among the twelve Divine Language Priests, he should have been exceptional. Barring any unforeseen circumstances, he should have a better chance of ascending to the position of Chief Priest than the others. However, if he were injured by Dou Nanshan today, and if he accidentally left any hidden dangers that affected his future achievements, he might never have another chance. This was clearly not worth it.
As long as he gives up, not only will his future be worry-free, he can even get Dou Nanshan's support, and his chances of competing for the position of God Lord in the future will be greatly increased. What should he choose? Is there any need to say more?
"If I want to ascend to the throne of the Lord God, do I still need your help?" What no one expected was that Fen Qianji had no intention of giving up, and instead showed a contemptuous sneer on his face.
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