Chapter 1745 (1/2)

In fact, mu Hanyan can't help it. She doesn't know which level of the divine priest the power contained in the fireball is equal to, and what kind of divine skill can be exerted. But Sikong Qinglan just threw her several pamphlets, and she has no other moves to use except the fireball.

Seeing that long Wudang was blown away by this terrible fireball, the gang of followers of long Wudang were all stunned and stayed in the same place.

Mu Hanyan was not in a daze. After several drills, she became more and more proficient in the art of resisting fire god, and finally displayed this powerful big fireball. However, all the spiritual power accumulated in her body was consumed. If she let long Wudang breathe, she would have no resistance.

I'll kill you while you're sick! This truth has long been the essence of Miss mu.

”Bang” dull sound, long Wudang has been heavily hit on the ground, only feel dizzy, rising eyes with stars, not waiting for him to wake up, mu Hanyan has quickly rushed to his side, rolled up his sleeve, crackling is a burst of punches and kicks.

”You just said you were bullying us. What's the matter? I'll tell you what's wrong. It's nothing. We'll just bully back. ” Mu Hanyan took time to sneer.

All her spiritual power is consumed, but she still has martial arts. She has the pure strength no less than the swordsman's level 9, and she is just as adept at boxing.

Although Miss Mu has rarely done this with others since she had a few gold medal hitters with Hua Yue's beauty, she still has a lot of experience under her influence. She is still not as good as ordinary people.

Soon, in front of the dilapidated temple, there was the cry of dragon Wudang.

”Stop, stop, how dare you beat Wudang!” Seeing the ferocity of Mu Hanyan's attack, the gang felt numb behind him, but they still rushed forward. At the same time, several priests' magic skills with different light also rushed to Mu Hanyan's back.

All of a sudden, a figure came running, carrying a big stone board like a tortoise shell on his back. The priest's magic surged on the stone slab like a stone sinking into the sea, but there was no ripple.