Chapter 1280 (1/2)
”How dare you hit me?” From childhood, he was mostly a stranger in the palm of his hand. He couldn't believe the fact that he was beaten.
”You're the one to fight!” Purple queen hums coldly, full of domineering.
”The seventh princess has been here long enough. She must miss her hometown very much. How can you help the seventh princess to pack up her gifts and send her back to her Purple queen said, turned around to get ready to go into the magic cloud hall.
The queen knew that with the seven princesses, she would not be at peace here. Besides, it's not the way she likes to have a woman around her who covets her man.
The wind opened his mouth, some speechless. Mo Xinyue came to Jiuyou devil kingdom for only three days, which had a long time? However, his heart is also eager to be a stranger, Xinyue quickly get out.
”Why do you drive me away?” Mo Xinyue asked with a ferocious face.
”Because the emperor Mo Yun is my man!” The purple queen does not return.
As soon as he said this, he was very aggressive. All the magic cloud guards present were shocked. In this world, there is only one woman who dares to say that their Lord is their own man!
Powerful, domineering!
Seeing the purple queen leave, the ear reverberates with the purple queen incomparably arrogant words, Mo Xinyue, the eye light suddenly sinks. She raised her hand in vain, and a gilded sword appeared in her hand. At the same time, she gently poised the sword and suspended it in front of her body. Hands in front of the body with complex marks
Purple queen in Mo Xinyue sacrifice weapons that moment, feel a trace of wrong. She turned to see is the Mo Xinyue seal gesture. A passive wind was blowing around her, and a sense of repression and terror spread.
The purple Queen's eyes fell on the sword in front of Mo Xinyue's body, her face suddenly changed, and she cried, ”the sadness of frost!” Ancient magic weapon, frost of sorrow. This is the top ancient magic weapon, which is no less than Fengxuan sword!
Compared with the sadness of frost, the purple queen is more worried about the smell of Mo Xinyue who is printing
The gods
When this idea appears in the purple Queen's mind, Mo Xinyue has been finished. When a strong breath poured out like the tide, the pupil of purple queen shrinked fiercely!
Gods, no, the breath of God! The breath of the nine swords gods!
Over there, Mo Xinyue's lips curled with a sarcastic arc, looking at the purple Queen's eyes as if looking at a dead man. Her whole body breath riot, soon condenses to a peak.