"Luo Qingqi, your suitor is here. Murong Chen smiled, then his complexion changed, and he shouted: "Is it really easy to open the gate of this king?"

The Prince's Palace was demolished for the sixth time. The first five times were all done by Xu Gongzi, and Murong Chen also paid tribute to the past one by one at that time, and his face was retained, but this time the door was demolished and the face of the prince's mansion was completely gone.

He, Murong Chen, the Prince of Western Qin, can become a fun topic for all ages in Xianjing after dinner, but he must not become a laughing stock in their mouths.

"Tearing down the gate of the palace is not right for Yan, and Yan is here to make amends to His Royal Highness the Prince. But Prince, have you treated Miss Luo too much?" Yan Wuxian strode into the courtyard and walked towards the hall, and the palace guards around him were all knocked away one by one, and he fell to the ground.

Shoot to collect the move, the cloud is light and the wind is light.

Luo Qingqi looked at Yan Wuwu, tears flowed down, panicked, and shook his head again and again, wanting him to stop. It's a pity that this mad Yan Gongzi completely misunderstood Miss Luo's meaning, and he understood it as "help her"!

"You! it's too much!" Seeing that Luo Qingqi had been wronged so far, Yan Wuxian could no longer suppress the anger in his heart, and the momentum of his anger was completely released, shaking all the palace guards who were close to him away.

is worthy of being the first son of Xianjing, not to mention his strength, and his temper is also very big, Murong Chen laughed angrily, shook the wine glass in his hand, and landed on the table of the main seat, and the low wine was not spilled.

"Everyone stand down! Yan Wuxian, the second on the Qinglian list, do you really think you are invincible in Xianjing?!" Murong Chen was really angry, Xu Gongzi had not hurt the palace guards in his previous visits, but just now, Yan Wuxian would directly beat more than a dozen palace guards to serious injuries, which violated his bottom line.

Song Si put down his wine glass and looked at Yan Wuxian, his eyes showing disdain.

If you are angry, you will be angry, and you will shoot at mortals who have no power to fight back, what kind of thing is it? There is no martial virtue, there is no monk quality, it is estimated that people in the demon path will be despised when they see Yan Wuwu.

What's more, Luo Qingqi was not abused by them at all, but she was just asking for help, and everyone became heinous in the eyes of Yan Wuxian, which was extremely ridiculous.

As for breaking into the Prince's Mansion, Yan Wuxian has confidence, behind him is the Western Qin Yan family, and behind the Yan family is a big figure in the Nine Nations Alliance. He only wanted to save people on this trip, and even if he really caused a big disaster, he could simply calm it down.

"Murong, you are not his opponent. Mo Liuli showed a hint of displeasure, and the strength of the long sword in his arms was added to the strength of the long sword, and his sword could not be unsheathed.

At the moment when Mo Liuli's words fell, Murong Chen had already made a few moves against Yan Wuxian, and the courtyard in front of the hall was completely destroyed, and it was a mess. Yan Wuxian made a move without scruples, which made Murong Chen suffer a lot of losses.

The two were separated by the impact of the energy, and it happened that Yan Wuxian caught the disdainful look in Song Si's eyes, and immediately shouted angrily: "It was you who were stray hair, it must be you who provoked trouble, unforgivable!"

Song Si was stunned, what does this have to do with him, he just came to drink and get materials, pit!

Before Song Si could react, Yan Wuxian threw out three spirit runes, and the spirit runes burned instantaneously without fire, and the three magic arrows shot quickly.

Song Si hurriedly put away the wine jug, flashed the magic arrow, turned into light and shadow, and came to the courtyard. However, the table and chair that Song Si was sitting on were directly blown into ashes by the magic arrows, and even the pillars on the top of the hall were directly blown off.

Yan Wuxian's face was too bad, and when he saw the pillars of the roof blown up, Murong Chen's face turned pale. Even among mortals, there are a few things that can never be done, digging the foot of the wall, breaking the beams and pillars, digging the ancestral grave, and doing one of the three, basically becoming a mortal enemy for generations, and there is almost no possibility of reconciliation.

As if realizing that what he did was inappropriate, a trace of uneasiness flashed in Yan Wuxian's eyes, but in the blink of an eye, he was overwhelmed by his fanatical love for Luo Qingqi.

"You're hopeless!" Song Sixin pulled his hand, the flying sword came out of the sheath, the purple aura was awe-inspiring, and the sharp sword momentum made Yan Wuxian have a solemn look on his face.

Take people's money and eliminate disasters for others, not to mention that the target is still partially aimed at him, so he has to do it.

"Bad writing, this Tao will be the second on the so-called Qinglian list. Since his face has been torn, Song Si doesn't need to show any affection.

A silver folding fan in Murong Chen's sleeve flew out and fell into his hand, and the folding fan was unfurled, and Haoran was gassing into the rainbow and rushing into the sky, and the momentum was huge, which alarmed the entire Xianjing for a while.

One after another, the divine senses probed one after another, and the heart said who caused this prince and uncle to provoke such anger, and actually directly sacrificed the treasure of the town and the country.

Song Si snorted, and suddenly felt that the true yuan of his whole body was difficult to operate, and immediately cast the Pure Yang Imperial Sword Technique, rushing out of the suppression range of the Haoran Fan.

Rushing out of a mile, Song Si stood on the top of the building, looking at Murong Chen, who was extremely angry in the battlefield, it turned out that this prince of Western Qin, who seemed to be very talkative, was so terrible to be angry.

The most amazing thing is that the Haoran Fan in his hand contains an extremely large amount of Haoran righteousness, it seems that it should be the treasure of Confucianism in the cultivation realm, I don't know what kind of relationship Murong Chen has with the Confucian Sect, but Murong Chen seems to have only exerted one-thousandth of the power of the Haoran Fan.

But just this thousandth of power suppressed speechlessness and couldn't move, and even made him feel deep despair, he never thought that the prince of fun, who had always been talked about by the people of Xianjing, would have such a treasure, and it would be so terrible to be angry.

It was about the impact of Haoran's righteousness that Yan Wuxian sobered up a lot, and realized what a stupid thing he had done, it was okay to destroy the house, but only smashed the pillars of the hall, and the matter was a big deal.

Burst!

However, in the time of one breath, even before Murong Chen really began to urge Haoran Fan, Yan Wuxian spurted out a mouthful of blood, and was knocked away by the terrifying momentum of Haoran Fan.

"Don't!" Luo Qingqi got up and chased after Murong Chen, and after a few steps, a white light suddenly shot out from Haoran's fan, directly knocking Luo Qingqi away.

Murong Chen found out that Haoran Fan was attacking independently, and when he thought of something, he was shocked in his heart, but it was too late to stop it.

Bang!

Burst......

The guqin fell to the ground, the four strings of Gong, Shang, Jiao, and Zheng broke, and the strings mourned. Luo Qingqi fell to the ground, spitting blood from her mouth, she stretched out her hand to stop Murong Chen, but she couldn't.

A faint light lit up from her body, and her body gradually shrank, until finally she turned into a poor white fox vomiting blood, lying on the ground, looking sadly at the two people in the courtyard.

Putting away the Haoran fan, Murong Chen didn't care about the words outside, and ran directly into the hall, injecting a few spiritual qi towards the white fox, temporarily stabilizing her injuries.

Yan Wuxian leaned against the broken wall, and when he saw that Miss Luo, whom he had loved for several years, was a white fox, his face was miserable, and the illusion in his heart was shattered.

"Hahaha! hahaha......" Yan Wuxian laughed, tears sliding down his face, and he had lost himself once again after waking up.

Disgusting anger appeared in his innocent gaze, anger, resentment, and murderous intent collided with each other, stimulating his central nervous system, and he fell into a demon!

Kill, kill, kill!

The red-eyed Yan Wuxian threw out a spirit rune, turning into an ice sword, magic arrows, wind blades, fireballs, etc., and attacked Murong Chen and the white fox Luo Qingqi in the hall.

Dangerous!

At the moment when Murong Chen put away the Haoran fan, Song Si had already returned with his sword, and when he saw that the seriously injured Yan Wuxian suddenly threw out a spirit rune, he was shocked, and without thinking about it, he sent out twelve fierce sword qi, which was able to block the attack of ten of the spirit runes.

At the same time, Mo Liuli, who was sitting in the hall, moved his figure and came behind Murong Chen, the long sword was unsheathed, and the cold long sword emitted a dazzling cold light, and for a while, everyone was annihilated by the cold white sword light.

With a bang, Mo Liuli put away his sword and returned to the same place, sweat dripping from his forehead, covering his mouth and coughing lightly a few times, looking at his palm, the blood in his palm was miserable.

"Friend, are you okay?" Murong Chen turned around and asked with concern.

After coughing a few more times, Mo Liuli hugged the long sword in his arms, bent down, and took a pill, which only then did he recover a little.

"It's okay, the sword didn't drink blood, and he fled. ”

Song Si, Murong Chen, and Zhuge looked at the courtyard, the broken wall had disappeared without a trace, and there was a pool of blood left under the original broken wall.

"Fellow Daoist, what the hell is going on?" Song Si looked at the seriously injured white fox on the ground, very puzzled, this white fox had caused him trouble twice, but seeing that Luo Qingqi was already so miserable, he temporarily avoided the unhappiness in his heart.

"Being obsessed with the illusion of qin music for a long time is not the right way to increase cultivation to the realm. Song Si looked at the white fox, shook his head and said.

For Luo Qingqi who looked like this in front of him, Murong Chen was completely helpless, sighed, and said helplessly: "The story is bloody, it's a long story. ”

http://www.biquge.info

http://www.biquge.info

The starting point Chinese the http://www.biquge.info of the net

www.biquge.info welcome the majority of book friends to come and read, the latest, fastest, and hottest serialized works are all original at the starting point!