Chapter 597

——Boom!

Before Su Yin came to the gate, he saw a bloody light in the air, and suddenly the turbulent clouds were shattered.

Then, Wu Zhuang Nan Zhao suddenly lost his fighting power.

"The emperor!"

Su Yin exclaimed in surprise, flew over and hugged Wu Zhuangnan Zhao as he fell.

Because he couldn't bear the weight of Wu Zhuang Nan Zhao, Su Yin knelt down uncontrollably under the impact of inertia, and his blood almost came out.

"Emperor, emperor?"

Wu Zhuang Nan Zhao's face was very white and gray. He was biting his back teeth, but he couldn't stop the blood flowing out of his teeth.

His whole body was shaking, and the cold sweat between his brows came out layer by layer.

Su Yin was frightened: "how are you, emperor?"

Wu Chuang Nan Zhao couldn't speak at all. There was more and more blood on his lips. With a final snort, he vomited out a pool of blood.

"Lord, Lord?"

Ah Fu came at me, raised his fingertips and walked along Wu Zhuang Nan Zhao's meridians. His face was covered with dark clouds.

He covered his hand with a sword and glared at Ling Jue, who also fell slowly.

Ling Jue was more calm and relaxed. The clouds between his eyebrows were light and the wind was light. His blood colored Xia clothes were dancing with the wind. He seemed to be on a show.

"I'll kill you."

Ah Ju threw his sword at him, but saw Ling Jue flick his sleeve, and a sharp breath shook him far away.

Bang——

A Xiang ran into the wall uncontrollably. He collapsed the wall and buried people in it.

But soon, Ah Xiang pushed away the brick and rushed out, holding the sword in both hands, and rushed to Ling Jue.

As soon as Ling Jue's eyebrow sank, another strong wind swept his sleeve and threw ah Qiu to a high level. Then another fierce wind rolled him down and hit him heavily on the ground.

Ah Qiu struggled to get up, but he couldn't do it at all. His limbs twitched violently, his head on the ground and he vomited blood.

He couldn't even get close to Ling Jue.

Ling Jue lightly raised his eyebrow and said with disdain: "the mouse generation who is not self-confident dares to jump in front of me. I'm tired of living."

Just now, the people who were eating melon seeds with Su Yin were hiding in the wing room. They didn't even dare to peep because Ling Jue was so angry.

It's like——

A humble ordinary man in the dust, facing the big devil who dominates the three worlds, that kind of fear comes from the depth of the soul.

But Ling Jue didn't like it. He turned his back and went to Su Yin with a proud face. He looked down at her.

"Lady, go back to the demons with your husband. It's useless for the emperor to look at him. How can you make a great progress?"

The emperor?

Can't this arrogant fool remember that he was once loyal to the so-called "grass bag emperor"?

Wu Chuang Nan Zhao's face was livid, and his eyes were filled with hatred.

Su Yin had never seen such a look in his eyes. It was so fierce that his liver trembled.

Ling Jue can't be allowed to go on like this, otherwise she will be in a dilemma. She will have bad luck with the Marshal's house and all the people who have had personal relations with Yun daoxiao.

In the final analysis, the status of the king is not allowed to be blasphemed, otherwise, it will be a connected crime.

Even if Wu Chuang Nan Zhao didn't take this tone, the civil and martial arts of the Manchu Dynasty would not let her go.

So Su Yin glared at Ling Jue angrily: "go away, I'm not your mother. My husband's name is Yun dawning."

This emphasis was intended to make Wu Chuang Nan Zhao understand that although this man was reborn at dawn, there was a difference.

But it angered Ling Jue. He slightly narrowed his eyes and looked at Su Yin: "does the lady want to force me to kill the emperor?"

"You dare!" Su Yin put down Wu Zhuang Nan Zhao, got up and summoned Youming sword to point at Ling Jue, "get out of this place immediately."

"Lady." Ling Jue accentuated the tone, angry, "you are pregnant, and go home with your husband."

"Get out of here!"

Su Yin roared angrily, because she felt that Wu Zhuang Nan Zhao had a very serious murder at this time.

She was not afraid that Ling Jue would not beat Wu Zhuangnan Zhao, but that once this bloody storm broke out, it would be the disaster of the people all over the world.

Ling Jue didn't think Su Yin was so comprehensive. A thousand years ago, he was the master of the three realms. Why did he pay attention to the human race?

Even at this time, he looked at Wu Zhuang Nan Zhao just as he looked at grass mustard.

Therefore, seeing Su Yin defending Wu Zhuang Nan Zhao everywhere, Ling Jue's jealousy was hard to calm, and his whole body was even more fierce.

He tightly pursed his lips and stared at Su Yin. There was a touch of hurt in the bottom of his eyes.

He came back to play mahjong with Su Yin. He just wanted to win her three days to make amends and make her happy?

But what about her?

After a long confrontation, Ling Jue said in a soft voice: "lady, go home with her husband."

Su Yinli said: "you go."

"Do you have to protect the emperor?"

Listen carefully, Ling Jue's voice is slightly trembling. He remembers that Su Yin was always fierce to him and did not defend him at all.

She told him to get out of her world.

He's such a demon. How could he ever be so humble?

Ling Jue is more and more angry, and his hand slowly condenses a sword Qi. He wants to kill Wu Zhuang Nan Zhao and let Su Yin die completely.

Su Yin saw that he didn't dare to neglect. Youming sword pointed at Ling Jue: "if you dare to hurt the emperor, I will kill you."

"Kill me?" Ling never believed it and said coldly, "you kill..."

Ling Jue's voice didn't fall, but he felt a pain in his abdomen. The netherworld sword in Su Yin's hand really plunged into his body.

He looked at the Youming sword at his waist in disbelief. Although it was a short sword, it was not fatal, but it was no different from the one stuck in his heart.

"Lady, how can you kill me for the sake of this stupid Emperor?"

After a long time, Ling Jue found his voice and changed his tune. He was so shocked.

Su Yin gritted his teeth, drew out the Youming sword with his backhand, and said coldly, "go away!"

As soon as the sword was drawn, Ling Jue's abdomen was a blood hole.

The blood gushed out along Ling Jue's Xiayi. It was golden blood. Soon it was dripping on the ground, and it gradually turned into anger.

Ling Jue was wearing a blood colored Xiayi, so when the golden blood flowed down, it was as if he had printed a painting on the Xiayi, showing a desolate beauty.

Su Yin didn't dare to look at Ling Jue's face, let alone his eyes. Just tugging at the netherworld sword, hands trembling uncontrollably.

She didn't want to do it, but Ling Jue was stubborn. How could she drive him away?

At that moment, the world seemed to be still.

There are several heads at the window of the wing room, all staring at Su Yin and Ling Jue, and everyone's eyes are scared.

They were all afraid that Ling Jue would destroy one of them in a rage.

Mozun, there's nothing you can't do.

But Ling never did. He looked at Su Yin stupidly for a long time. His glazed eyes showed a layer of water vapor.

"Lady, do you really want me to go?" He asked.

"I don't need you. Everyone around me doesn't need you. We'll never see each other again. "

Ling Jue looks at Su Yin's indifference, and is as sad as a bolt through the heart.

For a time, he thought that Su Yin was just a responsibility. Who knows. He wanted to protect her and accompany her, but she was so disdainful.

Are you going?

What are you doing here if you don't go?