Ghost Marriage, the Abandoned Wife Has Three Treasures

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Upon hearing this, Emperor Haoyue glanced at Princess Yao.

To say this marriage, he did n’t think about it. After all, it is very good for Hao Yueguo. He wanted Chen Er to marry Yan Zhaoxue as the princess, but at the moment, he is very dissatisfied with this proud Yan Zhaoxue. If Tianer, he is even more uneasy. Tianer would have wanted the throne. If Yan Zhaoxue was added, then Chener would not be their opponent. The forces on both sides would be out of balance. Chener would suffer sooner or later, not him. The father's partiality, but he really liked Chener's son, said that people born in the royal family had no feelings, but Chener was not. Only Chener would know him.

"Look at this matter."

Hao Yuehuang replied coldly, and he ignored Yao Fei.

Yao Fei had to grit her teeth and swallow her anger.

He only cared about the prince, and he never cared about her God. What was the difference between Tianer and Jun Shaochen?

Yao Fei gave a nasty look at Jun Shaochen.

Just at this time, Jun Shaochen also looked at her. Don't smile deeply, Jun Shaochen, aren't these two women fighting? Then let them fight enough.

What kind of life has destiny given to him, he has no choice, he cannot choose destiny, but he can choose how to go this way. The meaning of life is not to escape, but to choose the real life. The throne has no concept, but now it is different. He wants to find out the cause of his mother-in-law's death. He wants to give the woman he loves a quiet and peaceful life.

Jun Shaochen's eyes unknowingly turned towards Wen Jing's gentle Su Zinian, a soft light on his face.

This is, Yan Zhaoxue stepped onto the platform and faced Su Zimo face to face.

"Where is the princess, we will compete in front of everyone."

"Yeah! In this way, you can also give everyone a testimony, but I, Su Zimo, is in front of the ugly words. This is a contest of life and death, but it is just the life and death between us ..."

"Princess Nalan needn't worry. If this palace is killed under Princess Nalan's sword, Zisanguo won't be in trouble with Li Xiaguo. On the contrary, if Princess Nalan died in this palace's sword, Next, please remember that Li Xia Kingdom has nothing to do with it. "

Yan Zhaoxue snatched Su Zimo's words and looked at Su Zimo's eyes as if looking at a dead body.

Upon hearing this, Su Zimo smiled, "It's better to just write down the evidence!"

When the queen heard this, she couldn't help thinking of the match between Honger and Su Li. Seeing Xiu Mo's Xiu Mo was not as high as Princess Zhao Xue, but looking at Su Zimo's face, the wind was light and light, she always felt that Something is wrong.

"Good!" Yan Zhaoxue agreed quickly.

Emperor Haoyue knew that he had been given life and death by his father-in-law.

Su Zimo raised his pen and boldly signed his name on the fly.

Yan Zhaoxue is not far behind, and their names occupy most of life and death.

The ladies below looked at Su Zimo's bold and aggressive performance, and they all sighed. If they had so many disparities, they would not dare to fight this princess.

"Although the life and death of the two princesses have been signed, life and death are not a matter between the two countries. If the two princesses are ready, they can start the game."

Emperor Haoyue said faintly. It was Su Zimo. It was big enough to play. It was strange enough. Others were thinking about how to save their lives. Both she and her son liked to use their lives to make bets.

"Princess Nalan please!" Yan Zhaoxue politely stretched out a hand and made a please gesture.

With a smile, Su Zimo smiled, and the sleeves on his hands fell from his wrists. The self-contained posture, full of self-confidence, left everyone's eyes open.

There is a saying that is good. If you lose your best effort and try your best, the greatest energy in the body will be tapped out. She Su Zimo will let the world see how a person who has achieved a disparity in the sixth order wins. .

The people on the field widened their eyes and stared at the two on the stage tightly, for fear of missing a wonderful moment.

Yan Zhaoxue suddenly held a silver sword in his hands, and under the illumination of the candlelight, she glowed with a gloomy light.

A vivid silver butterfly is carved on the hilt.

Su Zimo saw the butterfly dance sword, no wonder Yan Zhaoxue would be so arrogant, this butterfly dance sword is also the sword of a century.

Some people recognized the sword in Yan Zhaoxue's hands and couldn't help worrying about Su Zimo.

Just as everyone was wondering what weapon Su Zimo would use, suddenly, Su Zimo's back rose slowly, a sharp contrast with her bright red dress.

Hao Yuehuang's eyes narrowed, is this the legendary Xuan Bingxue practice?

Murong Zeyu's eyes widened, and she looked at the rising white puppet, with a look of surprise! Sure enough, the eight great mysteries are confessing the Lord.

Yan Zhaoxue sneered, is this the legendary Xuan Bingxue practice? She came to see if it was her butterfly dance sword or her piece of cloth.

The night breeze disrupted the hair of the two, and when the eyes of the two moved at the same time, they instantly confronted each other.

Su Zimo held another break of Xuan Bingxue, and Xuan Bingxue could freely expand and contract, moving clouds, and effortlessly blocked Yan Zhaoxue's fierce attack.

"锵 ... 锵!"

Xuan Bingxue and the butterfly dance sword collided, but they made a sharp collision sound.

Murong Zeyu's mouth was slightly opened in surprise. It was not the eighth mystery which ranked second among the eight mysteries. It was soft and flexible like wind, and was indestructible like a black iron when colliding.

Yan Zhaoxue looked at her with a cold light, holding Xuan Bingxue in Su Zimo's hands, which gave Su Zimo an advantage. Xuan Bingxue had a length of more than two meters, and her butterfly dance sword could not approach Su at all. Zi Mo, the seven-step cultivation of the God Xuan Period that he himself used, suddenly disappeared when he met Xuan Bingxue, which made Yan Zhaoxue feel a little flustered. No wonder Su Zimo would be so confident.

Yan Zhaoxue quickly thought of a way. To kill Su Zimo, she had to separate her from Xuan Bingxue. She still had a chance to win.

A few strokes passed, the two were unscathed, Yan Zhaoxue stunned, kicked with her toes, and slashed towards Su Zimo with the trend of breaking the rainbow.

Mu Yunxuan looked at her, her hands clasped together, and her heart became tense.

At a glance, Su Zimo's beautiful eyes flashed with cold mansions, which contained infinite coldness. When Xuan Bingxue practice was released, Xuan Bingxue practice became wider and higher.

Yan Zhaoxue's power hit on top, and it instantly vanished.

Xuan Bingxue practiced like eyes. Suddenly, like a storm, rolled towards the Yan Zhaoxue, with a strong wind, Yan Zhaoxue was shocked in her eyes and quickly backed away. She was fast, Xuan Snow and ice practice faster.

Watching this reversal, the audience was dead.

Xuan Bingxue practice is like ruthlessness, only killing.

When Yan Zhaoxue retreated to the platform, Yan Zhaoxue looked up and flew into the air again.

But no matter how she moved, Xuan Bingxue practiced with her.

Yan Zhaoxue was furious, and the butterfly dancing sword struck fiercely on Xuan Bingxue.

In an instant, sparks burst, and silver light flickered.

Xuan Bingxue practiced like steel, without any trace of being scratched.

Yan Ping's body leaned forward slightly, and there was a rush of anxiety in her heart. In this way, Cher must lose.

Too miscalculated, Xuan Bingxue in Su Zimo's hands was so powerful.

Everyone was surprised! It was even more surprised that Su Zimo, whose face was light and light, was not so confident. With this practice of Xuan Bingxue alone, he could defeat many masters who were above the seventh stage of the Xuan Dynasty.

Su Zimo looked at everything in front of him, and his good-looking face was unusually calm, but his body was chilling in the air.

A weird piece of white magpie showing its incredible ability is really eye-opening.

"Su Zimo, who has the ability to fight alone with the princess and use the mystery to control the princess's ability, what a skill?"

Yan Zhaoxue landed, roaring instably.

Su Zimo retracted Xuan Bingxue and hung on his side.

"Yan Zhaoxue, people are shameless, and even ghosts are afraid. You are holding a butterfly dance sword in your hand, but you want me to fight with you alone. Are you paranoid?" Su Zimo deliberately misinterpreted Yan Zhaoxue's meaning.

"Su Zimo, you dare to call this princess shameless."

Yan Zhaoxue was irritated and looked at Su Zimo sullenly and viciously, biting the eyes of poisonous needles, just trying to put Su Zimoling to death.

"Huh! Rehearsing for the game, depending on your ability, as long as you can win the opponent, you win. Your princess of Mulberry Country is not as good as anyone, and you stop halfway and ask the opponent to fight alone with you. In front of everyone, how are you? Say you have a face? "

"Su Zimo, you ...!"

Yan Zhaoxue was blocked by Su Zimo's words, and her life and death status has been signed. In this battle, she must compare with Su Zimo, otherwise, her face will be lost.

"Huh! The game is not over yet, the Zisanguogong is mainly conceding defeat. I don't care about this life and death."

"Don't be guilty of good intentions, admit defeat, hum! Su Zimo, there is no winner or loser, who wins or loses is still unknown."

Yan Zhaoxue roared! She never lost words in her life. Yan Zhaoxue looked at Su Zimo, who was smiling at this moment. She was like a delicate flower that dazzled her eyes, blinding her eyes.

"Go on!" Su Zimo moved her body, and Xuan Bingxue practiced with her.

Yan Zhaoxue was ruthless, and the sword was greeted again.

Mu Yunxuan squinted his eyes slightly and became nervous again.

Murong Shao Feng looked at Mu Yunxuan with a secret message.

"Looks like you don't know Mo Er yet."

Mu Yunxuan tilted his head and gave Murong Shao Feng a cold look.