Evil Emperor’s Wild Consort

However, how did this woman escape this trick?

Thinking of this, Hong Qian’s eyes were slightly moving, and his eyes were still watching Mo Yu.

"Shantou, it seems that you are not a new breakthrough in the King of Wu, there are two sons, but it is a pity that you met me, today, you must die here."

The clothes are shallow, the old man is holding hands, and the long sword in his hand is placed behind him. The old face is full of arrogant smile.

Mo Yu chuckled and shook his lips. He didn't care about the other person's proud look: "I want you three tricks, how?"

The old man’s proud face changed again, but he soon recovered and sneered: “Why do you need three tricks? Next, I can beat you with just one stroke.”

She is crazy, then he is more crazy than her!

In the realm of Wu Wang’s low level, he has never been afraid of anyone!

"Or, I didn't want to use my baby to deal with a Wuwang class. Unfortunately, you forced me so, so now I have to take out the weapons I have collected."

Mo Yu frowned slightly, his eyes deepened in front of the old man, and then after seeing the ink-colored sword that the old man took out, a strange look passed from the bottom of his eyes: "Waste the instrument?"

"How? I am afraid? This waste weapon is from a weapons shop. The weapon shop owner does not know the goods. I sold it to me as a waste. Since then, I have been collecting it. It is generally not easy. Take it out, and those who have seen this waste weapon are dead."

Hong even looked proud, and he pityfully stroked the ink-colored sword in his hand. The expression was like watching his beloved woman.

Not to mention the other people in Tiancheng, the owner of the Hong family did not know that Hongyun had a waste weapon in his hand. It is necessary to know that even if the waste weapon is only a scrapped weapon, it is much stronger than the general weapon. The owner knows, will this waste weapon belong to him?

However, at this moment, the intoxicating Hongyun did not see the strange expression on the face of the Mozong.

This guy actually wants to compare weapons with the magic sect? Doesn't he know that the Mozong is only an ordinary disciple up and down, holding low-level spirits in his hands? As for those who are highly weighted in the Mozambican, such as the elders of the law, each has an intermediate spirit.

But he actually took out a waste weapon to show off?

Even if this kind of thing is thrown on the ground, they don't want to look at it.

"Waste the instrument?" Mo Yu laughed. "In the end, it is just a retired spirit. A spirit that has not been refining success, I don't know what pride you have."

boom!

Hong is completely furious, these people insult him, and must not insult his beloved baby.

"It’s just a waste of spirits? Little girl, although you are a hundred people in the grass, but you have no strength in the people who have the grass to get a waste! Since you said that this is a scrapped weapon, then I will let You have a taste of it!"

Hey!

The infinite gust of wind rushed from the ink-colored sword, turning into a violent hurricane in the air, and slamming it down. The powerful power made a huge hole in the entire ground.

Not waiting for Hongyun to come back, a chuckle came from behind him, and Mo Yu’s voice was full of mockery, just like teasing him.

"It’s already a move, you have two moves."

Hong Yu was annoyed. He turned back to be a sword. The sword was cut on Mo Yu’s body. When he was excited, he saw the shadow in front of the wind dissipated with the wind.

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