Killing the King and Shafeng: Miss Seven

Queen Beimingzhu was shocked when she heard that both Fan Tianluo's master and Mo Xingchen's father were in the hands of the Moyinmen, and that they were threatening their victory right under the square.

Does that mean Beiming City must be defeated?If they won, wouldn't Fan Tianluo's master and Mo Xingchen's father die on the spot?Beimingzhu didn't think that Fantianluo and Mo Xingchen could sacrifice their master and father for the sake of Beijin, so she was already panicking in her heart, and she couldn't even think about Mu Yu being taken away by Binghaotian.

Fan Tianluo looked at the old monster Xi below, and was discussing with the Ice Flame King in her mind. In the end, the Ice Flame King decided to let him save people, because if Fan Tianluo walked away, she might immediately attract Mo Qianye's attention.

Bingyanwang took Fantianluo's silver cup, and it turned into a small silver-white ice fire and quickly got out from the gap between those people on the rostrum. Fantianluo was naturally very confident in Bingyanluo's saving lives.

She is now worried that her master and Mo Xingchen's father seem to be in poor health. Will the Moyinmen be trained as puppets?If so, that's big trouble.

Fan Tianluo looked at Fan Xiaolin. Fan Xiaolin was naturally proud of defeating Fan Tianluo. Of course she was a little bit reconciled to not killing Fan Tianluo, but she could not disobey her master's words.

Because she was the winner, she did not leave the square, and according to the rules, in a three-on-three battle, they could still deal with Mo Xingchen together, but Mo Qianye did not issue such an order for the time being, so Fan Xiaolin stood Waiting on the sidelines.

In the midair of the square, the khaki-yellow light kept hitting and blasting, making it almost impossible for everyone to see the two people fighting inside. The dragon and tiger roared from time to time, with a frightening momentum, and Mo Qianye also let out a cold snort to counter it from time to time.

The fighting became more and more intense, and the air pressure seemed to be getting stronger and stronger, making everyone feel out of breath, as if they were being crushed by a mountain.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise in the air, the earthy yellow light collapsed, and two figures, one white and one black, came backwards. Mo Qianye's hair was slightly disheveled, thin sweat was visible on his forehead, and Mo Xingchen's sleeve was cut. Panting up and down.

"Hey! Mo Xingchen, this young master underestimated you." Mo Qianye never expected that Mo Xingchen could go so many rounds in his hands without falling behind.

At this moment, Mo Xingchen has not yet asked Bai Yanwang to help, and Mo Qianye has not yet used magic skills. The two of them did not show their cards in this battle, but they played very refreshingly, especially for Mo Xingchen, who hadn't played for a long time. It was so incisively and vividly, and because he used all his strength to charge into the battle again and again, making the energy in his body run to the extreme, the barrier of the six-star peak appeared to be loose, and it seemed that he could advance to the seven-star just by doing it again.

"Hmph! That's because you're too arrogant!" Mo Xingchen stared at Mo Qianye's handsome face with staring eyes, showing a cold smile.

Mo Qianye was not angry at all, but smiled dumbly and said: "But if you don't use the strange fire, then there is no way to win this young master." The golden fan in Mo Qianye's hand has disappeared, and one hand stroked the other. serpentine ring.

"Then don't bother you, let's use your magic skills! Otherwise, you won't be able to win this young master!" Mo Xingchen knew that Mo Qianye was going to play his hole card, because he knew that Mo Qianye had lost patience. .