The cold air on Mo Chuan's body was more serious than that of Chu Shaoyang, and there was also a biting murderous intent.
He stood motionless, gently put Shen Ning down, and then pushed her behind him. This action made Chu Shaoyang even more furious.
"Your princess? What qualifications do you have to call her your princess?" Mo Chuan's voice was colder than Chu Shaoyang's. Every word he spoke was powerful, "You are indiscriminate for a concubine. Hong knocked her away with a palm, and you watched her fall from the air without saving her. Why did you say that she was your princess? How could you open your mouth!"
He cursed so loudly that the people around him were stunned.
The grooms couldn't help shaking their ears and rubbing their eyes. They suspected that they were dreaming.
Because they never dreamed that there would be people in this world who dared to point at the prince's nose and curse him.
Shen Ning's eyes sparkled, and she almost wanted to applaud Mo Chuan's words.
Damn it! So cool!
Every word said it into her heart!
These words were like a series of big mouths, all slapped on Chu Shaoyang's cheeks.
Chu Shaoyang's face was filled with burning anger, and his handsome features became distorted. He finally laid his eyes on Mo Chuan's face and spoke slowly.
"If I let you die a good death, my surname will not be Chu!"
The anger rising in his chest almost ignited his whole body. In addition to anger, there was also an inexplicable emotion in his heart.
Especially when he saw this man holding Shen Ning, the two of them looking at each other and whispering, completely treating everyone around them as if they were nothing, he couldn't help but want to kill!
That's his princess, his woman!
Even if he doesn't want it, throws it away and buries it to death, he will never tolerate anyone getting involved!
Mo Chuan stood in front of Shen Ning like Yue Zhiyuan. Facing the murderous Chu Shaoyang, he didn't even take a step back.
"Chu?" He sneered coldly, his tone as cold as ice, "Are you worthy of this surname?"
"court death!"
Mo Chuan's words were like adding fuel to a fire, causing all the blood in Chu Shaoyang to rush to the top of his head. His eyes were about to burst, and he touched his waist with his right hand, and there was a long sword with cold light in his hand.
The sword light is like water, flowing endlessly, reflecting the cold light of the sun. The sword body is soft like a long snake, circling and dancing in the air.
Only the sound of gasping for air could be heard all around.
The grooms were all frightened.
Even Shen Biyun didn't expect that Chu Shaoyang would have a soft sword hidden in his waist.
Chu Shaoyang was proud and arrogant, coupled with his strong martial arts skills. Although he kept this soft snake sword that was as sharp as clay close to his body, it had almost never been unsheathed in the past ten years.
Today he had outright murderous intentions. He just wanted to chop the man in black in front of him into pieces, then chop him into pieces with his own hands and feed them to the dogs!
He shook his right hand, and the sword blade, which was originally as soft as a spiritual snake, suddenly became straight and stabbed towards Mo Chuan's right wrist.
"Chi—"
The blade of the Spirit Snake Sword was filled with internal energy, carrying the whistling sound of the wind. The sound arrived before the sword arrived.
He fired this sword with anger, and its power was unstoppable.
Although Chu Shaoyang hated Mo Chuan very much, the target of this sword was not Mo Chuan's vital point, so he was reluctant to kill Mo Chuan with one sword. He wanted to break Mo Chuan's hand tendons and hamstrings first, so that he could change his body. Turn him into a useless person, then cut off his ten fingers one by one in front of Shen Ning, then chop off his hands, and cut off his arms.
Any part of his body that touched Shen Ning would be completely destroyed and destroyed!