Mo Aoxue had now turned into an enraged lion, and he was so angry that he walked like a fly in front of Mo Yan and the others.

"Which one is deflated, smash Lao Tzu with green bricks!" Mo Aoxue bared her teeth and glared at everyone.

The guards and servants looked confused.

Green bricks?

What green bricks?

Someone smashed Young Master Mo Aoxue with green bricks?

Everyone was at a loss, they were obviously just demolishing the courtyard wall, who would dare to use green bricks to smash this evil star?

No one in the entire Mo family knows that Mo Aoxue is a battle maniac, as long as he doesn't die, he will become more and more courageous.

There is a rumor in Xingluo City that the eldest princess is Ning Yao, and Hugh is a madman!

This does not mean that the eldest princess Tang Xueyan's strength is not good, but because she is young, gentle and virtuous, and her temper is well-known in Xingluo Kingdom.

On the other hand, Mo Aoxue is twenty-three years old, and he is only a cultivator of the Nine Rank Fighting Soul Innate Realm, he is irritable, and he is a well-known madman in the Star Luo Kingdom.

Mo Aoxue's battle spirit is called an immortal chicken, with an immortal bloodline, it is simply an unbeatable Xiaoqiang, although so, but because the war spirit is a chicken, his attack power is also on the line.

Of course, Mo Aoxue is also very difficult and crazy, because he is immortal, he can do all kinds of things, and others can't do anything about him.

Over time, Mo Aoxue's fame is greater than that of the eldest princess Tang Xueyan!

"Miss Ben doesn't like you, so ......" Tang Xueluo walked out from behind Mo Yan with a smile, and there was a green brick in her jade-colored palm.

Mo Aoxue looked at Tang Xueluo coldly, her mouth grinned, and a wave of anger came to her heart: "Good, good, very good!"

"Miss Ben is naturally very good!" Tang Xueluo's beautiful eyes narrowed, and immediately, he sneered.

"No matter who you are or what your background is, Young Master, I have to tell you that you have successfully angered Young Master Ben!" Mo Aoxue's palm was slowly grasped, slowly released, and clenched again, a little stronger, and the nails did not enter the palm. He looked at Tang Xueluo, and at the end of his tone, his tone increased several points: "As a reward for angering Young Master Ben, Young Master, I will love you fiercely!"

“……”

Hearing this, Tang Xueluo couldn't help but shudder.

It's not because of fear, but because Mo Aoxue's expression is too bad!

"I hope your strength is as powerful as your mouth!" Tang Xueluo didn't say a word, and a three-foot broken sword in his palm gradually emerged.

The next second.

Tang Xue moved.

Walking like the wind, moving like lightning, the Tianji Broken Sword silently sank into Mo Aoxue's body.

"Haha, it's useless!" The long sword left his body, but Mo Aoxue did not shed a drop of blood, as if the Heavenly Casting Broken Sword had not pierced it.

Tang Xueluo didn't have any consternation, on the contrary, she looked abrupt: "I see!"

She heard about Mo Aoxue's ability in Mo Yan's mouth, and now that she saw it, she didn't have any doubts.

Mo Aoxue has never summoned the battle soul to come out, not because the combat effectiveness of the undead chicken beast battle soul is too poor, but because as soon as the immortal chicken appears, Mo Aoxue no longer has the ability to die!

Tang Xueluo has never believed that there is a truly immortal existence in this world, but there are some special battle spirits with extremely powerful healing abilities.

And Mo Aoxue's battle spirit has this healing ability, so he didn't dare to summon the immortal chicken.

After understanding everything, a smile spread on the corner of Tang Xueluo's mouth, and with a flip of the blue jade palm, several golden strands of hair appeared instantly.

"Immortal? Then try the taste of dragon beard needles! ”

The dragon whisker needle shot out and sank into Mo Aoxue's body, and in the next second, his whole person began to go crazy.

After several dragon whisker needles became curled up in his body, Mo Aoxue was naturally itchy and unbearable, with bursts of bite-like pain all over his body.

"Sister will treat you well!" Tang Xue flipped over and had a few dragon whisker needles in his hand.

When the dragon whisker needle shot at Mo Aoxue again, an invisible aura swept in.

"Stop hurting my son!"

When the energy swept off the dragon whisker needle, an old voice like a Sanskrit sound gradually resounded in this world.