This is his fiancée.

"It's time to end..." Mu Qingqian opened his mouth, raised his hand and slapped him.

Feng Hua subconsciously greeted him.

After a loud bang, Feng Hua was actually the one who was bounced away!

Bang!

Feng Hua fell from the stage and splashed dust.

Mu Qingqian on the stage turned around and looked at Feng Hua under the stage, "You lost."

Three words, iron-blooded and ruthless.

Feng Hua crawled on the ground, "How could you...?"

"How could it be that just the seven stars of Blue Spirit beat your Zi Ling one star, right?"

"Why?" This question is not only Feng Hua, but also others cannot figure it out.

Mu Qingqian raised his hand and absorbed the Qinghong Sword, "Because of it!"

Because the power of the Qinghong Sword is stronger than the Soul-Breaking Sword.

It completely made up for her shortcomings.

"From the beginning, you have never tried your best. You have been waiting for this last blow to knock me off the stage, right?" Feng Hua's voice was approaching a roar.

Mu Qingqian just smiled.

In fact, Feng Hua only guessed half of it correctly.

She was indeed waiting for this last blow, but her real purpose was on the Soul-Breaking Sword in Feng Hua's hand.

She needs the tip of the soul-breaking sword...

Only when the Broken Soul Sword enters her body can she leave the tip of the Broken Soul Sword.

"You... are so sinister!" Feng Hua roared angrily.

Mu Qingqian's mouth was bleeding, his eyes were dark, and his whole body was almost exhausted and overdrafted.

But she always held on.

Until he watched Feng Hua spit out blood after mouthfuls, the voice of the deacon sounded in his ears, "The first place in the spiritual energy competition, Luo Qi of Cangling Academy..."

As soon as he heard this, Mu Qingqian breathed a sigh of relief, his body softened, and he fell downwards.

A black afterimage, fast as the wind, stood on the stage in a flash and reached out to catch Mu Qingqian.

"Qianqian..." Yun Yehuang embraced Mu Qingqian.

Mu Qingqian only felt a pair of extremely favorable arms, hugging her tightly.

This feeling is so warm and so safe.

"Qianqian, I'm sorry, I'm late."

"Nothing sorry." Mu Qingqian lay in his arms, fading his bloody lips, and gently curling a smile, "It was me who asked... the little god fox to send you away..."

When Emperor Yun Ye saw the Broken Soul Sword in her heart, all the anger came to his heart like a storm.

It seemed that a thousand-year-old storm was brewing in his eyes.

He suddenly looked up at Feng Hua!

Then, he glanced at the people present.

That glance was enough to let others know that this great god was angry.

Even Bei Ming Luoyun and Xue Nu were shocked.

Yun Ye Emperor actually arrived?!

He actually hugged the dead girl with his own hands!

"You dare to move, you dare to move, you are so tired of living!" Yun Yehuang slapped out with a palm, and the world was lost, making the already dark night as thick as ink that could not be melted.

That night, the people of the Ling King Capital did not sleep all night.

From a long distance, they all felt the earth trembling.

Later, there were rumors that the great master of the Smoking Kingdom was dead, and many people who were present to participate in the competition were also dead.

I heard that Lord Lord was angry.

Because of a girl.

Later, some people said that they seemed to see the Lord holding the girl and leaving the venue...

The match of the fighting spirit conference is over.

Many of them remember another name.

Mu Qingqian.
Chapter completed!