However, as the saying goes, people are not as good as heaven.

In order to stop his parents from suffering, Mo Qing took the sword sideways, preparing to capture an important person to exchange Lu Fei with Han Shilin.

However, she didn't know about Nightscales.

Ever since Leng Meiying saw Feng Tianche and sometimes turned into a little woman, Nightscale's heart has been suppressed with resentment.

He also knew that Leng Meiying and Feng Tianche were incomparably compatible, and Leng Meiying following Feng Tianche was also a perfect ending.

It's just that he is not a saint after all, and in the face of his favorite girl falling in love with another better man, although he is patient, there is still a time to explode after all.

Mo Qing was like a fuse, so that the night scales broke out without any concern.

With the members of the dragon group here, Nightscale may still have something to take care of, but now there is no one who knows anyone.

Nightscale is like a lovelorn little boy who uses all his strength to vent.

The silver spear flew out, like a pouring rain, and the wild waves rushed towards Mo Qing.

Mo Qing is also a master of guns, and a purple gun is impermeable.

However, although Mo Qing was more than defense, he had no chance to attack.

Night Scales roared loudly as if he was crazy, and his twin spears flew up and down, picking out countless spear flowers, all of which sealed all the ways out of Mo Qing.

This kind of crazy striking method completely abandons defense and only focuses on attacking.

Mo Qing didn't have a chance to hurt him, with the power of her Holy Rank, she could kill Night Scale with one shot.

But today, her purpose was not to kill, but to capture Nightscales.

This gives Nightscales a chance.

Relying on the strength of the middle position of the Martial Emperor, he actually forced a saint rank to retreat.

The power of the wild waves and the tide is like the resentment in the heart of the night scales, which seems to be endless, the mountains are high and the waters are long, and there is no care.

"Damn!" Mo Qing Zigun tried her best to block, looking at the crazy man in front of her, she hated so much that her silver teeth were almost crushed.

But what can be done, the night scales are so frenzied, and now the slightest counterattack may be able to destroy him completely, which contradicts Mo Qingsheng's original intention of capturing him to change his path.

"What the hell is this man stimulating, is he crazy?" Mo Qing hated the root of her teeth, and this feeling of not being able to do her best made her extremely powerless.

I'm afraid that anyone who encounters Mo Qing's situation will be so angry that they will vomit blood.

The strength of the other party is obviously inferior to his own, but he doesn't care about it when he fights, and he is tied up, and he is not neat at all.

The night scales were already completely crazy, and the tricks of the Leng Mei Shadow Sect bloomed in his hands like a cloud of water.

At the beginning, he still had some considerations, but in the guise of fighting, he found that this powerful Holy Rank actually had no intention of fighting back!

This discovery made Night Scale let go of his body and open it happily, and at the same time, Night Scale also regarded Mo Qing as Feng Tianche in his shallow consciousness, so he attacked him like crazy.

"Chapter of the Madman!" The night scales that hit the real fire directly used the extreme move.

endured humiliation, and was forced to be swept out ten feet away by other people's spears.

Night Scales seemed to be addicted, and after one move, another trick was cast: "The mad demon is out of the hole." ”

"Crazy Demons!"

An attack that is faster than once, a trick that is stronger than once, a wave of power that is higher than a wave.