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1297. Blood contest

"Brother-in-law!" During the melee, Fu Xueyi saw dozens of spears stabbing at Yang Yuqing, who was rolling on the ground. In addition, when a sharp weapon pierced into his throat, the silver spear "coughed" through a person's chest, and then wiped the arms of more than ten people like a life.

Yang Yuqing also stood up at this critical moment, not caring that her abdomen was still bleeding. She slapped the horse's back and jumped up, sat firmly again. Seeing Fu Xueyi riding on her horse, she took the silver spear and joined the battle, and immediately gave her a loud laugh: "Haha, thank you!"

Fu Xueyi did not reply, and also saw the question of the sudden turn of the wind. Damn it, where did the wind come from? Didn’t the Imperial Heavenly Prison say that there is no wind today? Or is it that Nanyue really collapsed on this Luoyue Mountain? No, he doesn’t believe in any will.

"Hahaha, God's will! Have you seen it? Even God helped me Baoyue and killed me!" Yu Ruolin excitedly pulled out the sword and rushed to the crowd with a bloodthirsty smile.

Mu Bai, who has always been unrelated to anything, frowned, and the same was true yesterday. Once the war started, there will always be strange phenomena, and he targeted Nanyue again and again, looking at Fu Yunche worriedly: "Brother Fu, why is this?"

Fu Yunche's big hand holding the railing slowly tightened, and his eyes looked straight at the enemy sweeping across the army below like he locked his prey. Even if Yu Ruolin was really the emperor of heaven, he would still avenge his wife's insult today.

"Why continue to retreat today?"

Before Mu Bai finished speaking, Fu Yunche had already jumped out. When he was about to reach the ground, he kicked a cavalry down with one kick, turned his body, and rode the opponent's BMW to the center.

"Your Majesty, my God, don't go!"

"His Majesty!"

Countless people screamed, but the person involved ignored it. The hatred that was hidden behind him on weekdays was suddenly revealed. The gloomy expression could no longer be described as hatred. It was the devastating rage that wanted to completely tear the target. No one could stop his decision at this moment. When he was about to arrive, he threw the sword directly towards the enemy's throat.

Yu Ruolin also felt a strong murderous aura and bent down quickly to avoid the attack. But in the blink of an eye, before he could straighten his back, another sword came. Good guy, it seems that Fu Yunche believed him at the beginning. He heard that the couple had no grudges and thought Su Mengdie had explained to him.

Tsk tsk tsk, he could actually accept the woman's infidelity.

Or maybe he used self-comfort to think that he forced Su Mengdie? He would find a way out. Since he cared, why could he endure it for three years? I'm afraid he would think about executing him Yu Ruolin to death every day and night?

For no reason, thinking of this, the evil slander of the lips that charmed all living beings was curled up. Su Mengdie still didn't know the pain in Fu Yunche's heart. After blocking the fierce sword again, he used force to each other and was bounced away. Then he looked up and held on to each other. It didn't last for three years, but he was still the same, except that he was much more mature, and there was no change.

Fu Yunche's cold eyes were covered with blood, and his tone was gloomy: "It's time to break it!"

"Haha, yes, if you continue fighting, I will lose energy. Fu Yunche, today you either die or I live. By the way, the same thing is, if you die, your woman and your child Yu will take good care of you. Not to mention, Die'er's body is really angered, I miss you very much!"

"Hmph!" Fu Yunche laughed furiously, just laughing too sinister: "I'm afraid you won't have this opportunity!"
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