The maid beside her looked at Hu Meier in disbelief.

I have served the princess for many years, but I have never seen Hu Meier laugh.

Even if I deal with some occasions, I will smile and pretend to behave.

But she just smiled sincerely.

Although Mo Chengfeng on the stage had a bad look, he did not take action rashly.

The white-haired boy was robbing the bride. If he went up to bully the small, it would be too embarrassing.

On the ring, although Shiraro is strong, he really has little combat experience.

Compared to Mo Shan, who has been honing his martial arts since childhood, Bai Lang has been more difficult to deal with.

"The eldest son is really amazing. That man was beaten so hard that he had no power to fight back." Yi Hong flattered, because Bai Lang's appearance had ruined the wedding.

Moreover, Molin almost died just now, so he had to quickly stabilize Mo Chengfeng next to him.

"Haha, Shan'er is working very hard."

However, with his own soul power and zero-level cultivation, Bailang's nerves react quickly and his body is very flexible.

Facing Moshan's overwhelming attacks, he can dodge in a mess.

Shirao started fighting before he came up, and he also needed to hone his combat skills.

In the Yanyang Tribe, their barbarians did not know much skills, and they didn't even know how to fight themselves.

People in the Soul Realm are still very suitable for being a coach.

As the way of heaven rewards hard work, although Bai Lang is embarrassed, he is becoming more and more calm.

But others couldn't see it, and mocked Shirara for being overestimated.

With this little strength, he actually dared to steal the bride.

And Yiling, who was sitting on the edge of the ring, was also very nervous.

‘What are you doing? There are many powerful people in the Mo family and the Yi family. Why are you so stupid?’

At this time, she was already thinking about how to let Shiraro escape unscathed.

But Mo Shan was sweating coldly in his forehead during the battle.

He had been the upper hand just now, suppressing Bai Lang to fight.

But the further he went, the harder he struggled.

Because Shiraro's two knives passed through his flaws from time to time, staying at the vital points of his body.

But Shiraro did not pass the knife into his body.

Instead, he just gestured and took it back.

Mo Shan became more angry when he saw Bai Lang's progress.

He had realized that he was treated as a sparring coach.

As time went by, Bai Lang's sword dance was airtight, and many knife marks appeared on Mo Shan's body, and he was at a disadvantage.

Moreover, Mo Shan felt that Bai Lang's two swords were simply devils. Every time he was cut, his blood and soul would be pulled away by the two swords.

So much so that there are no fatal injuries on his body, but he becomes weaker and weaker as he tries.

On the other hand, Shiraro was getting more and more excited.

Hu Meier's eyes, waiting and watching, turned into crimson vertical pupils.

"What kind of weapon is this? It can actually plunder the other party's blood and soul."

Mo Chengfeng, who was sure to win, was watching from the wall, lost his good face.

"It's boring, you deserve to die." Shiraro had no guilt about killing people from another world.

He still remembers that in the simulation, these people from the Soul Realm of the Spirit destroyed his base and killed everyone in the base, including himself.

It can be seen from this that people in the soul world will not take the lives of the earthlings to heart.

Then why should I take their lives to heart?

Mo Shan was a little frightened and wanted to resist the black knife that stabbed him.

However, as the battle was fought, his body was exhausted from his strength, blood and soul.

There is also the black knife that has the power to block Bai Lang.

Mo Chengfeng was shocked and slapped the table: "Boy! How dare you!"

Does it matter if the sound is loud? Obviously not. Bailang's black knife in his hand pierced into Mo Shan's body like a bamboo shoot.

Mo Shan's eyes burst, feeling his consciousness quickly blurred, and a strange attraction pulled his soul.

"No, don't...I'm still...no..."

Before he finished speaking, Mo Shan's soul was already detained by A Suluo's soul.

Molin and Mo Feng looked at Bai Lang in disbelief.

"You...you dare to kill my elder brother?"

Bai Lang narrowed his eyes and killed someone, so what to be curious about?

I had the intention to start a massacre here.

He wants to get more scores.

At this time, in Bailang's eyes, everyone around him could be regarded as a monster in the game.

"Not only, you will die." There is no legal constraint here, and even if there is, Shiraro will not abide by it.

With a thought, Shirak directly crushed Molin's soul and swallowed it all.

"Shan'er! Lin'er! I'm going to kill you!" Mo Chengfeng's upper body's clothes exploded.

The eight soul patterns on his body were exposed, his body was covered with feathers and almost winged hands.

When Yi Hong saw Bai Lang killing the Mo family in succession, he was also shocked.

It would be fine if no one died, but now that two people have died, what kind of marriage is there? Just don’t let Mo Chengfeng blame the Yi family.

Mo Chengfeng was like a big eagle, rushing towards Bai Lang.

"Leiyu!" In the air, countless black feather arrows fell.

Bai Lang narrowed his eyes slightly, and a blue magic circle appeared in front of him.

"Blessed by the wind!" A wind wall appeared out of thin air, blowing all the feathered arrows away.

Yi Ling could no longer sit still and trotted to Bailang: "Why did you kill them? You can run away quickly. The city lord is a master of the Soul General Realm, and you can't beat him."

"Escape? I haven't had enough fun yet." Bai Lang's mouth curled up a hint of excitement, and the bloody rage of the wisted skill was activated.

Shiraro's perceptions have been raised to a higher level.

Yiling was stunned: "You...you can speak? Isn't it true that this is a message transmission?"

Without waiting for her to say anything more, Bai Lang pushed her aside because Mo Chengfeng had already smashed down like a meteorite.

The sharp bird's claws flashed with a cold light.

"It's just right here. See if your claws are hard or your sword is fast!" Bai Lang waved his black knife, and the sword light attached to the magical soul poison chopped up from top to bottom towards Mo Chengfeng's claws.

When the two meet, Mo Chengfeng's eyes change.

I felt a piercing pain from my claws, and hurriedly pulled away and flew into the air.

"Good boy, I underestimated you. I actually have such a magic weapon." When my claws were injured, Mo Chengfeng felt a piercing pain spread throughout his body.

It's like tearing and corroding one's own soul.

Mo Chengfeng squinted his eyes and stared at the two swords in Bai Lang's hand.

"But if you kill you, this baby is mine!"

"You are the only bird man? Do you still want to kill me?" Bai Lang mocked directly, and a silver-white magic array appeared in front of him, and several invisible space blades flew towards Mo Chengfeng.

With his keen sense of danger, Mo Chengfeng quickly avoided.

But it was still one step late, and the two space blades left two interlaced blood marks on his chest.

"Damn it! I must kill you, Ghost Claw!"

The black streaks covered Mo Chengfeng's two bird claws and scattered two claw shadows.

Bai Lang sprayed out several intermediate secret magics, flame devouring in succession.

Seeing him dodging, several more water-type magic ice thorns came.
Chapter completed!