God-level Sword Fairy of Martial Arts

This scene fell into the eyes of everyone, and they were even more angry.

Snow Maiden is the goddess they have longed for, she is aloof and unattainable.

But now, the goddess she coveted was holding another man's hand, how could she endure this?

In an instant, the entire hall exploded.

"Bastard, boy, how dare you take advantage of Snow Maiden!"

"Let me go, get out of here, you little white face!"

"Miss Snow Girl, let go of this little white face, don't lose your identity."

"Boy, you are courting death!"

……

Everyone scolded and roared again and again, wishing they could rush up and tear Mo Yi into eight pieces.

If eyesight could kill people, at this moment, Mo Yi would have already died N times!

Many people even looked at Yanchun-Jun one after another. There was no way to do it. Today, the biggest one was Yanchun-Jun.

If Yanchun Jun didn't take action, they would have to endure no matter how angry they were, and they would not dare to take over.

Otherwise, not only Mo Yi will die, but they will also be finished.

But Yan Chunjun looked at this scene, but laughed 233, but smiled a little coldly, and didn't mean to shoot directly.

Seeing this, the others were suspicious, thinking that Jun Yanchun was saving face for Miss Xue Nu, so they scolded Mo Yi even more viciously.

"Little white face, come down quickly, don't blaspheme Snow Girl!"

"That is, if you don't know how to advance or retreat, you will definitely splatter Feixue Pavilion with blood today!"

"Blood Splash Feixue Pavilion?"

Down?

Mo Yi smiled coldly, but he didn't care, he stretched out his hand to hold Xue Nu in his arms, looked at the crowd below, and provocatively said, "Xue Nu is my woman, do you have any opinions?"

In an instant, the entire hall was dead silent, and everyone was dumbfounded.

Even the snow girl in Mo Yihuai's face changed sharply, full of inconceivable.

In this situation, Mo Yi's words are simply provocative!It can even be said to be courting death!

It's just that Mo Yi's attitude made Xue Nu a little moved.

All over the world, there are many people who say they like her.

But because she dared to be the enemy of the world, there is no one else.

Seeing Mo Yi like this, Xue Nu couldn't help but feel a little joy in her heart, and on her delicate cheeks, there was a touch of seductive shyness, which is the happiness of little women.

Mo Yi looked at everything in his eyes, held Xue Nu's hand, and tightened it a little bit, then raised his head, looked at the people below me coldly, and mocked:

"I hug my woman, you don't agree?"

"Insanity!"

"court death!"

"I don't know how high the sky is!"

"Kill him!"

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The crowd scolded and roared incessantly.

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The crowd scolded and roared incessantly.

Mo Yi shook his head, waved his sleeves, and the terrifying internal force roared out, directly drawing the noisy crowd in front of him, all bleeding.

"Dissatisfied? Arrogant? Looking for death? Kill me? Haha, come on!"

Mo Yi said coldly, stepping forward, killing intent Ling Ran, but he hooked at the crowd, full of provocation: "Today, I am standing here, Mo Yi, waiting for you. Who dares to come up?"

The entire hall was dead silent, and no one dared to speak again for a while.

It is human nature to bully the soft and fear the hard!

At first, they thought that Mo Yi was just a little white face who could play the piano.

In the end, Mo Yi was an extraordinary expert, and with a wave of his sleeve, he directly beat dozens of people to the point of vomiting blood.

For a while, no one dared to speak again, and they were even worried about their fate.

With a wave of their hands, they have such power, so if Mo Yi really makes a move, how can they survive?

For a time, everyone was silent and fearful to the extreme.

As for going forward and taking a shot at Mo Yi, this is even more impossible. No one will court death on their own.

Looking at this scene, Mo Yi shook his head, full of disdain, and mocked: