Fierce Concubine: Reborn as a Vicious Queen

No matter how good the prince Xuanyuan Qihuang is and how good he is, Dazhou is already like a rotten fruit, and he can't resist the elite troops that Murong Canghaihua has trained for ten years.

The soldiers of the Great Zhou Dynasty fell down one by one like soft mud.

Seeing that the situation was not good for the Great Zhou, Feng Po, the prince's close guard, waved his long sword and dodged the Qin soldiers into the palace. He came to Xuanyuan Qihuang and said anxiously-

"Your Highness, you should withdraw first, depending on your humble position."

Xuanyuan Qihuang cut off the arm of a guard beside Ying Lie with a backhand sword. He looked in the direction of Su Yueming, and saw that she was embraced by Murong Canghai. The man's eyes were clearly invisible.

possessiveness.

He really wants to take Yueming away!

Xuanyuan Qihuang's eyes condensed, and the sword in his hand tightly grasped, and murderous aura suddenly appeared.

The prince was as gentle as jade, and had always been generous. His spirit trembled in his heart. He had been with him for many years. Except for when the man died that year, he rarely saw the prince's murderous aura.

But now, for the sake of the concubine of the prime minister's family, he actually...he ignored his identity as the prince.

"Feng Po, quickly send out the signal from this palace and order General Yulong to lead his army to reinforce."

"Yes!" Feng Po immediately turned around and went to execute Xuanyuan Qihuang's orders.

The situation in front of him became more and more critical. The soldiers around the prince fell one by one, and more and more people surrounded him alone, with great potential to wipe him out in one fell swoop!

Xuanyuan Qihuang had a cold face and calmly faced the battle! He approached Su Yueming step by step.

But Su Yueming's heart was always hung in the sky. She knew very well that the confrontation between Dazhou and Daqin at this moment was tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg.

She turned around, looked at Murong Canghai, and said—

"Aren't the King of North Court afraid of being ridiculed for being unfair?

"Ha..." Murong Canghai's eyes flashed with evil and cold arrogance, and said, "I am afraid that my opponent will not die tragically enough."

Su Yueming's back felt a chill, and her body began to tremble.

Murong Canghai pulled the corners of his mouth coldly and said to the soldiers in front of him: "Drive them all!"

Kill all the people! Su Yueming's eyes trembled. Will he kill all the people?

"Helping!" Murong Canghai raised his whip high and whipped it hard on the horse's back. Su Yueming felt a violent tremor, and the horse galloped towards Xuanyuan Qihuang!

"Roar." Murong Canghai roared lowly, and flew up on the horse's back. The long sword in his hand gave him the position of Xuanyuan Qihuang's heart.

The head-on confrontation between the two officially began!

The clouds in the sky faded away from redness, and the sky became dim. It seemed that all the glory in the world was concentrated on these two men at this moment.

At this moment, everyone stopped involuntarily, and their eyes fell on the two people.

Two men who are equally incompatible with the world.

One purple and one white.

"Your Highness." Su Yueming's heart was in his throat, as if he had to exert force, his heart would burst.

Xuanyuan Qihuang's eyes condensed, turned around as fast as possible, and stabbed a soldier in front of him with a knife.

After only a sharp sound was heard, a dazzling spark flashed in the air, and his sword tip accurately faced Murong Canghai's sword tip.

The sword body shook suddenly, and Xuanyuan Qihuang's hand felt a moment of numbness.

The tide between the two was surging, and the situation was imminent, and Su Yueming's trembling palms were sweating.

No matter how good the prince Xuanyuan Qihuang is and how good he is, Dazhou is already like a rotten fruit, and he can't resist the elite troops that Murong Canghaihua has trained for ten years.

The soldiers of the Great Zhou Dynasty fell down one by one like soft mud.

Seeing that the situation was not good for the Great Zhou, Feng Po, the prince's close guard, waved his long sword and dodged the Qin soldiers into the palace. He came to Xuanyuan Qihuang and said anxiously-

"Your Highness, you should withdraw first, depending on your humble position."

Xuanyuan Qihuang cut off the arm of a guard beside Ying Lie with a backhand sword. He looked in the direction of Su Yueming, and saw that she was embraced by Murong Canghai. The man's eyes were clearly invisible.

possessiveness.

He really wants to take Yueming away!

Xuanyuan Qihuang's eyes condensed, and the sword in his hand tightly grasped, and murderous aura suddenly appeared.

The prince was as gentle as jade, and had always been generous. His spirit trembled in his heart. He had been with him for many years. Except for when that person died that year, he rarely saw the prince's murderous aura.

But now, for the sake of the concubine of the prime minister's family, he actually...he ignored his identity as the prince.

"Feng Po, quickly send out the signal from this palace and order General Yulong to lead his army to reinforce."

"Yes!" Feng Po immediately turned around and went to execute Xuanyuan Qihuang's orders.

The situation in front of him became more and more critical. The soldiers around the prince fell one by one, and more and more people surrounded him alone, with great potential to wipe him out in one fell swoop!

Xuanyuan Qihuang had a cold face and calmly faced the battle! He approached Su Yueming step by step.

But Su Yueming's heart was always hung in the sky. She knew very well that the confrontation between Dazhou and Daqin at this moment was tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg.

She turned around, looked at Murong Canghai, and said—

"Aren't the King of North Court afraid of being ridiculed for being unfair?

"Ha..." Murong Canghai's eyes flashed with evil and cold arrogance, and said, "I am afraid that my opponent will not die tragically enough."

Su Yueming's back felt a chill, and her body began to tremble.

Murong Canghai pulled the corners of his mouth coldly and said to the soldiers in front of him: "Drive them all!"

Kill all the people! Su Yueming's eyes trembled. Will he kill all the people?

"Helping!" Murong Canghai raised his whip high and whipped it hard on the horse's back. Su Yueming felt a violent tremor, and the horse galloped towards Xuanyuan Qihuang!

"Roar." Murong Canghai roared lowly, and flew up on the horse's back. The long sword in his hand gave him the position of Xuanyuan Qihuang's heart.

The head-on confrontation between the two officially began!

The clouds in the sky faded away from redness, and the sky became dim. It seemed that all the glory in the world was concentrated on these two men at this moment.

At this moment, everyone stopped involuntarily, and their eyes fell on the two people.

Two men who are equally incompatible with the world.

One purple and one white.

"Your Highness." Su Yueming's heart was in his throat, as if he had to exert force, his heart would burst.

Xuanyuan Qihuang's eyes condensed, turned around as fast as possible, and stabbed a soldier in front of him with a knife.

After only a sharp sound was heard, a dazzling spark flashed in the air, and his sword tip accurately faced Murong Canghai's sword tip.

The sword body shook suddenly, and Xuanyuan Qihuang's hand felt a moment of numbness.

The tide between the two was surging, and the situation was imminent, and Su Yueming's trembling palms were sweating.