Close Mad Son-in-law

Uncle Tanglin heard the words, and he snorted in his heart.

The woman standing in front of her is by no means just a terrible woman with unparalleled strategy.

It is a peerless genius who was once regarded as a closed disciple by that woman!

Chu Shang is so powerful that no one can veto it.

That was the peerless God of War, who had gathered all the powerhouses in the Conference of the Gods, and could not stop them! That was the legendary powerhouse who had wiped out all the powerhouse reserves of the Council of the Gods in World War I, almost withered.

In the past, even Chu Shang admired the empress standing in front of her. Think she is extremely talented. Have the potential to break through the pinnacle of martial arts.

How powerful she is. No one knows, no one knows.

Even Emperor Tanglin, who lived with her all year round in the palace, had never seen her methods.

"Tonight, your Majesty is not only going to decide the victory or defeat with me?" Uncle Dongling asked every word. "Are you still an enemy of the meeting with the gods?"

"Why not?"

Her Majesty the Queen raised her eyes and stared at Emperor Dongling with cold eyes: "Anyone who prevents me from reviving the royal family can be killed!"

Uncle Tanglin never expected. The attitude of my little niece would be so determined.

Even the meeting of gods, which was his final card, failed to gain the eyes of Her Majesty the Queen.

In order to revitalize the royal family, even the meeting of the gods is fearless!

It seems that, as she said before, she has never been so sure as she is today, for sure!

The family's betrayal killed all her illusions and flukes.

At this moment, she has no nostalgia, only born for ambition!

boom!

Unarmed, Chu Yun kicked Wu Changliang a few meters away.

On his left shoulder, Wu Changliang's punch was also sturdy.

This punch seemed to be crushed by a machine, and even the bones seemed to be smashed on the spot!

The power is great and powerful. Worthy of being the pinnacle powerhouse with the title of King Wu!

Huh!

Chu Yun breathed out foul air.

His complexion did not change, and his eyes flickered.

This showdown with Wu Changliang is probably a rehearsal of the martial arts conference!

He will do his best to discuss and communicate with each other cautiously.

Then kill it yourself!

Chu Yun didn't know much about the strong man with the title of King Wu. Before the martial arts conference came, it was even rarer to have the opportunity to fight.

It is impossible for him to go to Chu Zhongtang, who clearly holds the title of King Wu, to make an appointment in order to temper himself?

It's even more impossible to find Aunt Duan who is already suffering from a dark illness?

As for the old monk who will eventually make a move-it is even more impossible!

Chu Yun has no tendency to be abused.

As he became stronger day by day. He became more and more puzzled by the martial arts realm of the old monk.

Once, under the suggestion of others, he thought that the old monk was just the peak power.

Now, when Chu Yun stepped into a new realm. He learned his lesson and didn't even think that the title of King Wu was the ceiling of the old monk!

How strong is the old monk?

Can he let him speak wild words, saying that no one in this world can really beat him?

He is like a monster.

Confident, proud, but extremely low-key.

Chu Yun, who had never played the game very much, regarded him as a game bug, a loophole of system malfunction!

A cold wind blows.

Thunder and lightning suddenly flashed in the dark night sky.

Boom!

In the blink of an eye, thunder and lightning flashed. The pouring rain poured down.

call out!

The strong wind broke through the rain, and Chu Yun waved his iron fist. As if pulling the power of thunder and lightning. Crashed at Wu Changliang.

boom!

Iron fists collided.

Both of them took a few steps backwards.

In the next moment, Chu Yun stood up and leaned forward. It's like a tiger in the rain, howling.

The stronger the master, the less fancy moves.

The simple and neat killer moves and the hard-worked nirvana are their unique skills at the bottom of the box.

Even if a hundred kilograms of fancywork can perform 10,000 routines, it cannot withstand the swift punch of a two-hundred kilogram boxer.

In the face of hard power, any fancy is futile.

Boom!

A flash of thunder and lightning. Chu Yun punched out loudly.

He seemed to have absorbed the power of thunder and lightning, and he was full of energy.

At the moment when Wu Changliang was approaching, his combat power was suddenly fully deployed. Perform an offensive that destroys the world!

There was a bang.

Chu Yun threw an iron fist, but was stopped by Wu Changliang's folded arms.

But for a moment, Wu Changliang felt as if his arms were broken. It's painful.

His brow furrowed, his chest tumbling with blood.

The right foot turned into an iron whip and suddenly drew towards Chu Yun's waist.

Snapped!

Chu Yun raised his arm to block. Abruptly stopped Wu Changliang's blow.

The action freezes.

Chu Yun seemed to tremble all over.

Hundreds of limbs trembled after being kicked by Wu Changliang.

The lethality of the Wuwang strongman should not be underestimated!

boom!

Chu Yun bent his arms, exerted force with his elbow, and slammed Wu Changliang's chest.

Even though the latter used his arms to block, he still hit his chest abruptly.

Flop!

Wu Changliang flew out upside down. Spit blood at the mouth.

Even when he landed, he put his left hand on the ground, not too embarrassed to stand up.

But as soon as he stood firm, he shook a few times uncontrollably. Obviously, Chu Yun couldn't bear this blow.

"What now?"

Under the pouring rain, Her Majesty the Queen stood coolly beside the stone bridge. He tilted his head and glanced at Emperor Dongling's uncle: "The royal family thinks, how likely is Chu Yun to win?"

Uncle Tanglin frowned slightly. But gave the answer: "80%."

Obviously, after a fierce battle, Chu Yun gradually gained the upper hand.

And Wu Changliang will surely be beaten to death by Chu Yun in this war of attrition!

Otherwise, she would be killed by her majesty herself!

This battle has no meaning to continue to look down.

Uncle Tanglin wiped the spray from his face.

Turn around and walk towards the depths of the palace.

He didn't even salute the Queen, nor did he say hello.

It was so rude and left.

"Uncle Emperor. After the wind and rain, tomorrow will be a sunny day."

Her Majesty the Queen stood there and said motionlessly.

Uncle Tanglin's body trembled.

He heard the subtext of Her Majesty the Queen.

But, will he give in?

"I wait for you."

...

boom!

Bang bang!

Chu Yun's iron fist hit Wu Changliang's body severely.

He is like a sandbag. He was beaten by Chu Yun and his nose was bruised and face swollen.

But he didn't seem to be relieved.

Even after Wu Changliang gradually lost his resistance, he did not stop.

"Are you torturing him madly because of what happened to your parents~www.wuxiaspot.com~. To vent. Or to vent your anger for Sanada Muzi?"

Her Majesty the Queen suddenly asked.

Chu Yun heard the words.

Slowly picked up the blade thrown on the ground.

Hands up, the knife falls.

A wound that could never heal was left in Wu Changliang's throat. Send him to hell.

Then, step by step, he walked towards Her Majesty the Queen. Erase the drops of blood on your face. He grinned and said, "Your Majesty. Your eyes are so small."

Her Majesty the Queen is already drenched.

The plump body is curvy with soaked clothes.

Pair it with that beautiful face that is gentle and noble.

Full of flavor.

"Have you ever seen a woman with big eyes?" Her Majesty asked, squinting. _