Gold Medal Mad Concubine: The Evil King Dotes on His Wife Too Much

240 Absolute Strength 3
"Whoosh!" The white figure suddenly rushed forward, and the ice sword in his hand was even approaching Nalan Jingchen.

His eyes froze, Nalan Jingchen couldn't help dodging to the other side, letting that Yun Ting cut towards him.A cold light flashed in his eyes, and he just asked softly: "On the day I got married, were you the one who came to Feng Yi's room and let her get your breath?"

"Huh, so what? Lan Fengyi is just a child, how can you have the heart to harm her? I want to take her away from you, she can't be destroyed in your hands!" Frost sword rolled, Yun Ting's right hand moved, already Slash towards Nalan Jingchen.

However, Nalan Jingchen, who was standing in front, just sighed slightly, an indifferent light flashed in those eyes, and let the ice sword brush past his clothes, just said indifferently: "I am I thought this would not hurt you, but I didn't expect it to hurt you even more. Yunting, don't you understand? I didn't do this for my own reasons. "

"Shut up, I don't want to listen to you coward, why don't you attack me, aren't you our king? Why can't you even block my sword moves!" The ice sword in his hand was cut, and Yun Ting looked at the mouthful of blood A cut appeared on Nalan Jingchen's arm, staring at the person in front of him coldly, just pinching his own arm.He hates it, if it wasn't for the soft heart back then, and the coward in front of him ran away, how could they have lost so many brothers!
king?Nalan Jingchen couldn't help laughing wryly, looking indifferently at the bloodstain on his arm, facing the slashing ice sword, but didn't dodge.I saw Nalan Jingchen, as if picking flowers, stretched out his hand indifferently, and pinched the long sword that had been split.

"Boom!" There was a muffled sound, and the purple grudge exploded even more.

Yun Ting, who was holding the Frost Sword, suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and stepped back, his face changed even more.Looking at Nalan Jingchen in amazement, his eyes fell on Nalan Jingchen's right hand, but his eyes widened.

A ray of milky white light bloomed from Nalan Jingchen's hands, like moonlight, conveyed faintly and with a peaceful atmosphere.The original fighting spirit could not help but stagnate when it encountered such a light.

Quickly calming down the anger in his heart, Yunting stared at Nalan Jingchen's right hand, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and asked, "What's the matter, why is your fighting spirit white?" , the highest level is just a purple-level battle qi master, why does the person in front of him have this white battle qi?

It's not the same as Lan Fengyi's aura, the person in front of him is still using fighting spirit!Yun Ting paid attention to Nalan Jingchen's right hand, and his heart sank even more.He could sense how domineering aura mingled with that white grudge.After so many moves by me, the people in front of me can still be so calm, and their strength has two stages.

The corners of his mouth were raised slightly, but the white vindictiveness in Nalan Jingchen's hands disappeared in an instant. He looked at the person in front of him lightly, but shook his head and said, "Yun Ting, you just need to remember that there is a reason, there will be The result. And the result is often not something we can grasp. Sometimes people are a little bit stupid, but they get a little bit more exciting. It's like..."

(End of this chapter)