Chapter 392

If they don't stop it, people may die.

The disciples also held their breath in silence for Mo Qingge.

With the master and His Majesty's hand, is there no residue left in Mo Qingge?

But who let her do evil and not live!

The corners of the emperor's lips evoke a sense of evil.

Anyway, he's going to kill Mo Qingge today. Now he's finally looking for an opportunity. Of course, he's going to seize it.

"It's over!"

"Qingge!"

Immediately, Shangguan Feng, Helian Rongjin and Mo Xingshen get up almost at the same time and realize that danger is approaching Qingge.

The first idea is to save people.

So, three people and ghost King Wuyi fly up at the same time, and even Xuanli takes an instant to protect Mo Qingge behind him.

Who knows, the emperor noticed that someone was going to intervene, slightly sidetracked, secretly threw out a backhand strength, instantly five people were flying out, vomiting blood.

A group of ants who are beyond their ability dare to do harm to him!

Fall to the ground, ink star sink several people hopelessly looking at the challenge arena, mood instantly fell to the bottom.

That old man, just want Qingge's life on purpose!

Bang!

Even Xuanli, who is behind Mo Qingge, has been overturned. He sees that Mo Qingge is surrounded by two powerful forces and has no way back.

He curled up his fingers and hated.

"Master!"

Mo Qingge takes a step back and feels that he has difficulty breathing.

In the face of absolute power, she became a lot slower, unable to move her limbs.

But she didn't want to die in despair. Her eyes were red with blood, and she wanted to do her best.

Bang bang——

Who knows, the next second, the emperor and Lu Yuan's hand is not yet down, stagnated in mid air.

It seems to be imprisoned in the air by a light white dark force.

Who?

They held their breath and guessed that the comer was very strong.

Even the emperor and Lu Yuan could not help raising their vigilance: "who is coming?"

After that, he curled up his finger bone, increased the strength of his palm, and tried to break the Dawson's white barrier.

Who dares to save the people he wants to kill?

Bang——

Then, the seemingly lazy white Xuanli suddenly turned cold and beat back the two forces coming towards him.

Renhuang and Luyuan were separated from the air and retreated a few steps. They vomited blood.

There was another hiss, which spread across the sky.

Even Mo Qingge was surprised and couldn't help looking around.

Can easily repel the emperor and Lu Yuan, the strength of the comer, will not be under the two.

I don't know why, she had a sense of familiarity, and her heart beat faster and faster.

"Who's coming?" Lu Yuan asked coldly, uneasy, "why do you want to interfere in the affairs of Ximen sect?"

Suddenly, in the sky came a low and indifferent male voice, which sounded like a divine attachment

"It's not a shame that you people always do such a bullying thing!"

Lazy voice, half provocation, half disdain.

Mo Qingge was stunned. He immediately recognized the owner of the voice, and his heart beat faster.

This... This is?

The emperor's face turned black, and he seemed to recognize the man by his voice.

He's finally back?

So the emperor pretended to be calm and said, "demon emperor, come out to talk!"

The word "demon emperor" makes the whole duel field burst.

Is it the demon emperor who hasn't heard from for four years?

Fear and fear were all over the sky. All the disciples were restless and their hearts trembled.

"Demon, demon emperor!" Lu Yuan was infuriated and said to the sky, "don't spit out blood. It's the girl who is controlled by evil and doesn't listen to the advice. She wants to kill the disciples of Ximen sect. My majesty and I have to do it!"

This is a high sounding statement.

"Oh."

In the air, men sneer and sneer, scornful to the extreme.

"What are you laughing at?" Lu Yuan was even more furious. "This is the family affair of Ximen sect. It's not your turn to intervene."

The voice of the demon emperor was a little more positive:

"I'm not interested in your broken family, but if Ximen Zong wants to bully my wife with more people, just try to see if I can kill her with one hand!"

It's not loud, but it's full of air.

His wife?

This sentence is not surprising.

Words fall, under the attention of all people, the swaying white cloud brocade clothes fall from the sky, with thousands of elegant, elegant posture, as if the nine gods under the dust.

Landing on the ground, the thin and sexy ice lips are slightly hooked, and there is a trace of radian hanging. The face is like a crown of jade, and the beautiful eyes are looking forward to it. There is almost no change in the cool face compared with four years ago, only a little less fireworks and a little more Fairy Spirit.

Even if you don't say anything or do anything, standing in the same place, your strong Aura will make you feel subdued and dare not approach.

This is the style of the demon emperor?

All the disciples took a cold breath, and their faces turned pale. They didn't dare to breathe.

Most of the disciples have never seen such a grand scene today.

What day is it today?

There are two of the top three in the world.

It's a great honor to be able to witness the elegant demeanor of the emperor and the demon emperor!

Lu Yuan and the emperor both changed their faces. They were very black, but they did not dare to speak up.

Ink star sink several people get up from the ground, see demon emperor appear, also surprised.

It's my brother-in-law.

Only Shangguan Maple eyes, across a few hate.

The mysterious instrument of Mo Qing's singer, suspended in mid air, was on the top of Simon Sang's head and suddenly stopped.

She suddenly turned back, and Gu Mian ink four eyes relative, blood red eyes, a moment to restore calm, changed back to ink.

"Uncle Huang..."

For a moment, she thought she was blinded.

However, when the man chuckled at him, her heart fell and her mind was completely confused.

This time, she was absolutely sure that her people were coming.

"Uncle Huang!"

Originally indifferent face, instant temperature, Mo Qingge smile, out of control like lost his weapon, a lunge rushed down the challenge arena.

With a clang sound, the blade was thrown beside Simon sang, frightening him.

The next second, in full view, Mo Qingge flew off the challenge arena and jumped into the man's arms.

Gu Mian Mo reaches for her body and bumps into her. The woman's hands are around his neck, and the whole person is wrapped around him.

True temperature, through the skin, directly to the bottom of the heart.

It's palpable warmth.

"Uncle Huang, is that you?" Leaning in his arms, Mo Qingge asked repeatedly.

This girl is so happy.

"Well."

Gu Mian ink thin lips light open, should be a word.

A light word seems to contain many complex emotions.

After a pause, he whispered again:

"Ge'er, you're all right."

The four words "don't get hurt" are light but heavy.

Joy, into a loss of sorrow, Mo Qingge a sour nose, suddenly tears, no longer taut.