After marrying, I spoiled His Majesty the Holy Monarch

Chapter 16 Birth Weapons
Seeing that group of government soldiers being teased like idiots one by one, Yan Youming couldn't bear it anymore, and immediately joined the battle.

Nan Jiuli had expected that this person would not be able to sit still, so she was not surprised by this, and what she wanted was that he couldn't help but make a move.

"I said, didn't I just beat you up, why do you hold grudges like this?"

"If you're like this, I'm going to wonder if you're a man. After all...women love to hold grudges!"

Yan Youming was worried at first, when he heard such a sentence suddenly, he immediately recalled how he was humiliated that day when he was beaten up by a girl and had no power to fight back, and the previously suppressed negative emotions burst out of his brain.

Before he could get mad, he heard the last sentence again, and immediately the full force of the wild broke out.

"Go to hell!"

Nan Jiuli curled her lips in boredom, and said this sentence again, it's really useless.

Forget it, anyway, her goal of making the other party angry has been achieved, and the rest is just waiting to slowly ferment.

Thinking of this, Nan Jiuli was too lazy to say much, instead of just hiding blindly, she flew up and kicked up.

This kick, of course, Yan Youming was not spared, he just got kicked upright, and rubbed his face on the ground fiercely for a while.

But for a moment, he resisted the burning pain on half of his face and stood up, even though he wanted to grin his teeth in pain, he still couldn't show it.

This time is different from the last time in the Holy Palace. In front of so many people, if he doesn't get back his place, how will he gain a foothold here in the future.

"Since you are so stubborn, don't blame me for bullying the small."

Yan Youming's face turned black, and his pupils radiated a fierce light like a poisonous snake. The next moment, a three-foot green blade appeared in his hand.

The sword was glowing with golden light, and the sharp edge was coming straight to Nan Jiuli.

Everyone's expressions changed, and even Bei Xuanyu's expression changed when he seemed to be in a hurry to hide from danger, but in fact he was leisurely watching the show.

It is actually a natal sword. Every spiritual practitioner can cultivate a natal weapon to a certain extent. The natal weapon does not have a specific shape, and it is all determined by the spiritual practitioner himself.

It's unexpected that Yan Youming cultivated the natal sword so quickly, and I don't know if that woman can handle it?
"You forced me to do this. It's your honor to be my No.1 under the Golden Sword."

Heh, Nan Jiuli couldn't help but rolled his eyes, honoring you, a fairy!
I don't know how much the villain died of talking.

While complaining in his heart, Yan Youming had already raised his sword to kill, and the dazzling golden light passed by, and everyone was almost blinded by the piercing, so that they missed a good scene.

The forceful sword energy tore through the air, and Nan Jiuli picked up the sword on the ground to resist.

Click!

Just like cutting tofu, the sword was cut off by the golden light. Brother Li couldn't help but look at the long sword covered by the golden light in surprise. What's the natal weapon? It's interesting!
Nan Jiuli stepped back briskly, sideways to avoid the second wave of golden light, and in the blink of an eye, she approached Yan Youming.

Everything happened so fast, everyone was still blinded, when the golden light dissipated, the battle was decided!

This... what the hell are they missing?
I saw that at some point, Yan Youming had already been held against his neck by his natal sword, and the daze and disbelief still remained in those eyes.

This time, without waiting for Yan Youming to speak first, Nan Jiuli spoke first: "I'm afraid no one will be more honored than you to die under the sword of my own destiny."

In an instant, Yan Youming's chest was blocked with anger, and he let out a muffled snort. Even if his life was threatened, he still said unforgivingly: "Bitch, how dare you!"

"Do you think I dare..." Nan Jiuli narrowed her eyes, and the sword in her hand got a little closer. There was a bloodstain on her neck, coupled with the bloody little half of her face, it was really miserable!
"You... how can you control my natal sword?"

(End of this chapter)