The return of the fierce wife mistakenly provokes the regent

Chapter 459 The World-Destroying Rage
Ming Ze looked at the people who were leaving, and stood there in a daze.

But thinking of his mother and concubine who died tragically, he didn't feel the slightest guilt in his heart. Unfortunately, he failed to cut off Situ Shangyue's head to worship his mother and concubine.

……

Feng Sa and Mei Hun have no more than a hundred moves.

I was slightly surprised in my heart, I didn't expect this person's martial arts to be so high.

In today's world, Feng Sa's martial arts are so high that there are few opponents, but this person can beat hundreds of moves in his hands, although he is concerned about Situ Shangyue in this person's hands, so when he makes moves, he spares no effort , but this person's strength should not be underestimated.

Ye Yin sat on the sidelines to heal his wounds, and tried to force the silver needles out of his body several times, but because of his anxiety, it backfired.

After spraying a few mouthfuls of blood again, he looked worriedly at Shangyue in Meihun's hand, thinking that with Feng Sa here, he would not let this person slip away, so he forced himself to calm down and heal his wounds.

After fighting Feng Sa for hundreds of moves, Mei Hun found that the opponent's strength was superior to her own, so she didn't want to fight any more. She glanced at the woman in her arms, and regret flashed across her eyes. What a pity!
"Want this woman? I won't give it to you!" Mei Hun suddenly said to Feng Sa, "But I am very curious, you are all so concerned about this woman, is her body as amazing as her face !" After finishing speaking, before Feng Sa could react, she reached out to pull Shangyue's clothes.

A black shadow came rushing from a distance, so fast that in the blink of an eye, it was already approaching, with a soft sword in his hand, the snow was light, and when he struck towards the ghost, it seemed like a snow had fallen.

Translucent and cold, but mixed with a world-shattering anger.

As the snow cleared, bright red blood sprayed out.

The sword was so sharp that it seemed that it was just touched lightly, and it was so fast that Meihun didn't feel any pain, but when he held the woman's left arm, it suddenly separated from the body and was out of control, so he realized something in horror.

Looking down, his arm was cut and separated from his shoulder, and that arm flew out because of the other party's neck, drawing a perfect parabola in the air.

"Ah—" Meihun's pitiful scream resounded through the entire mountain.

The moment the woman landed on the ground, Ming Huafei stepped forward, and timely embraced the woman's slipping body into his arms. Embed her in your own blood.

The lowered eyes fell on the woman's dark face, and her heart felt like a knife was stabbed, and she felt extremely dull pain. The handsome face was even more hazy, and anger surged in the dark eyes.

Minghua didn't even look at Meihun, the soft sword in his hand made a "clank", straight as a dragon, and pointed at the opponent's vitals, his cool voice was stained with boundless killing intent, "Who allowed you to touch her? Save your life!" Down!"

The pain of his arm being chopped off shoulder-to-shoulder caused Meihun's body to twitch continuously. At this moment, he was startled when he heard the murderous tone in the other party's voice, and quickly backed away.

Minghua held Shangyue in one hand, with a soft sword in his hand, the snow was light, and the sword's shadow was like a shuttle. In a flash, the cloak of Meihun was torn, revealing a yin and yang face.

What an ugly face is that?
On the left is the face of a man, and on the right is the face of a woman.

Half yin and half yang, extremely weird.

Even the well-informed Ming Hua couldn't help being surprised.

Seeing this, Feng Sa couldn't help exclaiming: "God, what the hell is this? There are such ugly people in the world!"

(End of this chapter)