The Evil Emperor is So Sultry

Yu Wuji is dressed in white, just as the saying goes, if you want to be pretty, you should be plain. He is a beautiful man with a gloomy appearance and white clothes. He ignores his serious and upright face.

Mo Yan was dressed in black, with dark red sleeves and lapels, and a red hair band on his hair. With his attack, the red hair band also flew.

One white, one black, entangled in the air.

It's like two groups of black and white light and shadow, spirit collision, fierce battle.

Ziqianmo is a small regiment. She observes the battle carefully. She can see that Yu Wuji is excellent, but her actual combat experience seems to be weaker than Mo Yan's, and her moves are too academic. Mo Yan is a sharp blade that has been washed with blood. Every move is deadly, and it's not ambiguous to attack the key directly.

Now, the two may be equal.

But in a quarter of an hour at most, the depression will show its failure, which can not be reversed.

"Who are you?"

Yuwuji was more and more difficult, and felt that it was not good. The closer he fought with Moyan, the more he felt that the outline of Moyan was very familiar, "have we met somewhere?"

Mo Yan a leg whip sweep, directly swept to the yuwuji side head.

That's his answer!

Of course I have.

He has been to president Yu's study, and president Yu has come to accept him as an apprentice for three or four times. Once, he brought two sons, Yu Wuji and Yu Zhujun, together.

President Yu hopes that his son can make friends with Mo Yan, especially his eldest son.

However, what I didn't expect is that Mo Yan and Yu Wuji don't have much to say. On the contrary, they have become close friends with Yu Zhujun's "mud that can't fit the wall.".

"Buzz"

All of a sudden, there has been no movement of the burning Xi double swords, as if to find something, excited to tremble.

When the artifact reaches above seven grades, there will be spirituality, even the birth of artifact spirit.

At the peak of the double swords, they were the nine grade magic soldiers. They must have the spirit of the weapon. Now, the spirit of the weapon was very happy. The double swords rushed to xiaobaise.

Ziqianmo

What kind of magic operation is this?

Is this burning Xi double swords crazy? It's not the demon who wants to rob you. It's Mo Yan and Yu Wuji who are robbing you. Shouldn't you choose a master from them!

Ziqianmo looked coldly at the burning sword.

Fei Jian was stiff and bent his head (hilt) wrongly.

Blue sword a Leng, sad shiver body (sword body).

Ziqianmo opened his short claw and moved a few steps to the left to distance himself from the burning Xi double swords.

Don't come here, sountan!

I don't want to be the target of public criticism!

This demon just wants to watch a war quietly and eat a melon.

However, as if he could not understand her face, the two swords continued to follow her. The distance was shortened instead of lengthening.

The purple fields are silent.

She raised her little white paw and wanted to smoke it!

But who knows, as soon as she saw her paws lifted, she rushed to send the hilt to the paws of ziqianmo, asking you to use my flattering attitude.

The corner of purple Qian Mo's eye drew to draw, a claw son pats these two shameless to fly.

Leave me alone!

Why not be reserved at all?

For so many years, have you lived in a dog's stomach? At least it's a thousand year old tool.

The two burning swords were pulled out by the demon king's paw and banged against the wall. The two swords hugged each other and whimpered wrongly.