Emperor Haoyue glanced at Princess Yao.

He didn't think about this marriage. After all, it was good for Haoyue kingdom. He wanted chen'er to marry Yan Zhaoxue as the crown prince. However, he was not satisfied with the arrogant Yan Zhaoxue. He was even more worried about Tian'er. Tian'er wanted the throne. If Yan Zhaoxue was added, chen'er would not be their opponent, and the two sides were powerful Imbalance, chen'er will suffer sooner or later, not because of his father's partiality, but because he really likes chen'er in his heart. They say that people born in the royal family have no feelings, but chen'er is not. Only chen'er will understand him.

"I'm talking about it."

Haoyue emperor coldly returned a sentence, then ignored Yao Fei.

Princess Yao had to gnash her teeth and swallow her anger into her stomach.

He only cares about the crown prince, and never cares about her day son. What is there in heaven that can't compare with Jun Shaochen?

Imperial concubine Yao took a sinister look at Jun Shaochen.

Just at this time, Jun Shaochen also looked at her, Jun Shaochen did not have a deep smile, these two women do not love to fight? Then let them fight enough.

What kind of life does fate give him? He has no choice. He can't choose his fate, but he can choose how to walk this road. The meaning of life is not to escape, but to choose the real life. Before, he had no idea about the throne, but now it is different. He wants to find out the cause of his mother's death, and he wants to give the woman he loves a quiet and peaceful life 。

Jun Shaochen's eyes unconsciously glance to the gentle and gentle Su Zilian, a soft light on his face.

This is Yan Zhaoxue on the platform, and Su Zimo face to face.

"Where Princess, we will compete here in front of everyone."

"Well! In this way, we can also make a witness. However, Su Zimo is the front of the scandal. This contest of cultivation is a contest of life and death, but it is only the life and death between us... "

"Princess Nalan, don't worry. If the palace dies under the sword of Princess Nalan in this competition, Zisang state will not find trouble with Lixia state. On the contrary, if Princess Nalan dies under the sword of this palace, the kingdom of Lixia should also remember that it has nothing to do with countries."

Yan Zhaoxue grabs Su Zimo, looks at Su Zimo's eyes, as if looking at a corpse.

Smell speech, Su purple Mo smile, "say without proof, or set up a letter for good!"

On hearing this, the queen can't help but think of the competition between hong'er and Su oak. Looking at her accomplishments, Su Zimo's accomplishments are not as high as those of Princess Zhaoxue. But when she looks at Su Zimo's face, she always feels something is wrong.

"Good!" Yan Zhaoxue readily agreed.

Emperor Haoyue will let Duke Qin give them a life and death situation.

Su Zimo picked up the pen, forthright in the life and death on the sign of his name.

Yan Zhaoxue is not willing to lag behind. Their names account for most of the life and death situation.

The young ladies at the bottom, looking at Su Zimo's bold and forthright performance and facing the blade, all lamented that they were inferior. If they had so much difference in their accomplishments, they would not dare to fight with the princess of Zisang.

"Although the two princesses have signed the life and death certificate, it is not a matter between the two countries. If the two princesses are ready, they can start the competition."

Haoyue emperor's light mouth, worthy of Su Zimo, want to play on the big, enough wonderful, others are thinking about how to protect their lives, and she and her son, like to gamble with their lives.

"Princess Naran, please!" Yan Zhaoxue held out a hand politely and made a gesture of invitation.

Su Zimo smiles, and his sleeve falls from his wrist. His posture is full of self-confidence, which makes people unable to move their eyes.

There is a saying that good, throw away the best effort, fight to the best, the biggest energy in the body will be dug out, she Su Zimo will show the world, the cultivation of six levels of people, how to win.

The people off the field stare at the two people on the stage, for fear of missing the wonderful moment.

Yan Zhaoxue suddenly held a silver sword in his hand. Under the light of the candle, it was emitting a gloomy light.

A vivid Silver Butterfly is carved on the handle of the sword.

Su Zimo looks at the butterfly dancing sword. No wonder Yan Zhaoxue is so arrogant. This butterfly dance sword is also a once-in-a-hundred-year sword.

Some people recognize the sword in Yan Zhaoxue's hand, and they can't help worrying about Su Zimo.

When people are wondering what kind of weapon Su Zimo will use, suddenly, a white Ling slowly rises behind Su Zimo, which is in sharp contrast to her bright red dress.

Haoyue emperor's eyes are awe inspiring. Is this the legendary xuanbing snow training?

Murong Zeyu widened his eyes and looked at the rising white silk. His face was surprised! Sure enough, all the eight Xuanqi are masters.

Yan Zhaoxue sneers, is this the legendary xuanbing Xuelian? She wanted to see if it was her butterfly sword or her cloth.

Night wind disordered the hair of two people, in two people's eyes move at the same time, instant confrontation together.Su Zimo holds another break of Xuan Xuexue's training. Xuanbing Xuelian can stretch freely and move freely to block Yan Zhaoxue's fierce attack.

"Qiang Bang

Xuanbing Xuelian and butterfly dance sword collide, but make a sharp collision sound.

Murong Zeyu's mouth opened slightly in surprise. He was not the second of the eight Xuan wares. It was flexible and flexible as the wind, and as impregnable as dark iron when it collided.

Yan Zhaoxue looks at her eyes with cold light. She holds Xuan Xuexue in Su Zimo's hands, which gives Su Zimo an advantage. Xuanbing snow training is more than two meters long, but her butterfly dancing sword can't get close to Su Zimo. When she meets Xuan Xuexue, her seven level cultivation of Shenxuan period disappears in a moment. This makes Yan Zhaoxue feel a little flustered. It's no wonder su Zimo will be so confident.

Yan Zhaoxue thinks of a way quickly in her heart. If she wants to kill Su Zimo, she must be separated from xuanbing Xuelian. She can still win.

After a few moves, the two of them are undamaged. Yan Zhaoxue's body shakes and kicks his toes heavily. With the momentum of breaking the rainbow bamboo, he cleaves toward Su Zimo.

Mu Yunxuan a look, hands clenched together, in the heart instant nervous up.

Su purple Mo a look, the United States eyes twinkle with cold, contains infinite cold, let go of the ice snow training, xuanbing snow training quickly widens and becomes high.

Yan Zhaoxue's strength hit the top, and instantly disappeared.

Xuanbing Xuelian looks like she has long eyes. Suddenly, like a storm, she rolls towards Yan Zhaoxue. With a strong wind force, Yan Zhaoxue's eyes are shocked and she quickly retreats. She is quick, and xuanbing Xuelian is faster.

Watching such a reversal, the audience was dead.

Xuanbing Xuelian is just like being merciless and senseless. It only means killing.

When she retreated to the edge of the moon platform and had no way to go back, Yan Zhaoxue looked up and flew into the air again.

However, no matter how she moves, xuanbing Xuelian moves with her.

Yan Zhaoxue was very angry, and the butterfly sword made a hard stroke on the Xuan ice and snow training.

In an instant, sparks and silver sparkles.

Ice snow training is like steel, there is no trace of being scratched.

Yan Ping'an leaned forward slightly, and felt anxious. If she went on like this, xue'er would surely lose.

Too miscalculation, Su Zimo hands of the black ice snow practice is so powerful.

Everyone's eyes were filled with surprise! Su Zimo was even more surprised. No wonder he was so confident that he could defeat many masters of level 7 or above in Shenxuan period by practicing Xuanxue alone.

Su Zimo looked at everything in front of her, her beautiful face was unusually calm, but her whole body was cold in the air.

It's a strange piece of white silk. It shows wonderful ability. It's really eye opening.

"Su Zimo has the ability to fight with the princess alone, and use the mysterious tools to control the princess's ability. What kind of ability is this?"

Yan Zhaoxue fell to the ground and roared unsteadily.

Su Zimo takes back the black ice snow practice, hangs in his body side.

"Yan Zhaoxue, people are shameless, even ghosts are afraid. You have butterfly sword in your hand, but you want me to fight you alone. Are you paranoid?" Su Zimo deliberately misinterpreted Yan Zhaoxue's meaning.

"Su Zimo, you dare to scold me for being shameless."

Yan Zhaoxue is infuriated. She looks at Su Zimo in a gloomy and vicious way. She only wants to put Su Zimo to death in a hurry.

"Hum! The cultivation competition depends on one's ability. As long as you can win the other party, you will win. You Zisang princess is not good at skills. She stops halfway and asks her opponent to fight with you alone. In front of the public, do you mean to say that you have a face? "

"Su Zimo, you...!"

Yan Zhaoxue is blocked to death by Su Zimo's words, and the life and death certificate has been signed. In this war, she must compete with Su Zimo, otherwise, Zisang country's face will be completely lost by her.

"Hum! If Princess Zisang doesn't admit defeat, it will be over. "

"Don't you pretend to be kind and admit defeat, huh! Su Zimo, the winner or loser is still unknown. "

Yan Zhaoxue roars! She has never lost a word in her life. Yan Zhaoxue looks at Su Zimo, who is absolutely smiling at the moment. She is like a beautiful flower that eats people and stabs people's eyes.

"Then go on!" Su Zimo moves the body, Xuan ice and snow practice moves with her.

Yan Zhaoxue is ruthless, carrying the sword to meet again.

Mu Yunxuan tiny squint eyes, again nervous up.

Murong Shaofeng a look, with a secret voice to Mu Yunxuan.

"It seems that you don't know Mo'er enough."

Mu Yun Xuan tilted his head, coldly glanced at Murong Shaofeng.

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