Naturally, including him, Nangong Yi!

Since she made such a bold promise last night, she must have had a plan in mind. Now he can't help, and he can't help. The only thing he can do is to be a good audience for this first scene.

"Come on, let's go have a wedding drink!"

An unpredictable light flashed across the narrow eyes, and a faint smile slowly appeared on the handsome face. Nangong Yi tiptoed, and his azure blue robe fluttered in the wind.

The sun was shining brightly, and the bright light reflected off the red sedan chair was particularly dazzling.

Ling Mulao closed his eyes slightly and listened carefully to the sound of gongs and drums outside. He leaned on the cushion, his face as quiet as if he was asleep.

That person is probably about to appear.

Just as the thought flashed across my mind, I heard the drumming outside suddenly stop, and the surroundings became extremely quiet.

The corner of Ling Mulao's lips curled up, and a bright smile slowly appeared in her eyes. She gently opened the curtain and saw a man in blue standing in the middle of the road holding a big sword directly in front of the team.

"Feng Junrui, get out of the way!"

Mu Qingye was still sitting on the horse, his face darkened, and his eyes were filled with bloodthirsty murderous intent.

"Mu Qingye, either step over my body or you will never marry this woman."

Feng Junrui's expression remained unchanged as he looked into those blood-red eyes coldly, the cold light in his hands dazzling.

"Okay, then don't blame Mu for being ruthless with the sword."

Mu Qingye smiled coldly, clapped his horse and jumped up. He saw purple clothes fluttering, and the long sword was unsheathed, piercing the opponent's heart. Feng Junrui did not hesitate, and Lou Su blocked it with a wave of his sword.

There was just a "bang" sound, and the two weapons collided together, and sparks erupted in broad daylight, which shows the unfathomable inner strength of the two people.

One is the heir of Kui Su of the White Tiger Kingdom, and the other is the heir of the Lou Su family. They each have their own strengths in kung fu. They fight with swords and swords, and they are fighting for a while.

Ling Mulao raised his head and looked at the two people fighting together in the air, tapping the string with his fingers casually, sighing in his heart, what a powerful kung fu, but he didn't know if Nangong Yi could still handle it with these two people working together.

"Feng Junrui, you are such a hypocrite. If you hadn't promised me back then, I, Mu Qingye, would have made your life worse than death!"

Mu Qingye soared back in the air, using his toes to gain some strength on the towering tree. His body suddenly looked like an arrow leaving the string, and his sword flew away through the wind.

"No, I, Feng Junrui, only regretted that I was soft-hearted at that time. Otherwise, how could Chen'er be so traitorous and alienated like now, and let you, Mu Qingye, abandon and betray you!"

Feng Junrui volleyed his sword in the air, and the air flow was overwhelming, forcing Mu Qingye to take several steps back.

"Shut up, you have no right to call her Chen'er!"

Mu Qingye's eyes were red, and his gentle and elegant face now contained not only indifference but also an all-devouring murderous aura.

"I'm not qualified? We were childhood sweethearts, and she almost became my wife!"

Feng Junrui's figure soared, and his fierce aura was no worse than Mu Qingye's.

The two fought fiercely again, and Feng Junrui's moves gradually became insubstantial, and it became increasingly difficult to block Mu Qingye's long sword.

He saw a cold light strike, and he hurriedly jumped into the air, but still managed to dodge. His chest and skirt were shattered, and there was a bright red gash, and scarlet blood gurgled out.

Mu Qingye approached step by step, the sword pointed directly at the opponent's throat.

"Kill me. Even if I die, Chen'er is not yours."
Chapter completed!