Fierce Concubine: Reborn as a Vicious Queen

There was a tide between the two, and Su Yueming's palms were filled with sweat.

Their swordsmanship and moves were actually equally ethereal and flowing, and there was no way to tell the difference between the winner and the defeat.

The two swords were like two gusts of wind outside the white clouds. The wind blew, and the dust was flying around. The two of them turned up, and the distance was close.

Su Yueming's fingertips were almost cold and numb...

Two swords stabbed out with all their strength...

Su Yueming suddenly closed her eyes and pinched her nails into the flesh.

"..." After a cold wind blew, everything stopped, the air seemed to solidify, and the people around seemed to have stopped breathing.

The two of them raised their robes high and made a whirring sound.

Su Yueming suddenly opened his eyes and saw—

Xuanyuan Qihuang's sword hit Murong Canghai's throat, while Murong Canghai's sword pointed directly at Xuanyuan Qihuang's chest. It was only a slight difference that would take the other party's life.

However, at this moment, Su Yueming's eyes condensed and his heart was shocked!

Prince, dangerous!

Murong Canghai's move suddenly had a slight deviation, but this deviation was the distance between life and death.

If the cold sword tip pierces into that chest, then...

Su Yueming suddenly snatched the sword of a guard beside her, then pulled out the golden hairpin from her head. Without any hesitation, she inserted it hard into the horse's neck!

Suddenly, the horse made a tragic neighing sound. It was frightened, and ran towards Murong Canghai as if it was crazy.

The tranquility in the air was broken, almost at the same time, but the two men's men looked at her without moving.

"Sher!" Only a sound of a knife piercing the flesh was heard, and blood splashed high and flew into the air, confusing people's eyes.

"Prince!" Ying Lie was startled, his heart trembled, and he rushed towards him as fast as possible. His feet raised high and kicked Su Yueming's shoulder hard. She flew out like a withered leaf.

It fell on the ground.

"Yueming!" The prince was frightened and wanted to chase after him, but he felt a sharp pain on his body. In the blink of an eye, Murong Canghai's sword had pierced his shoulders. He pressed the sword with his hand and blood followed him.

Leave your fingertips.

"Your Highness!" Feng Po stepped forward hurriedly and protected Xuanyuan Qihuang.

Murong Canghai covered his chest and slowly raised his head, looking at Su Yueming-

She stabbed the long sword into Murong Canghai’s heart!

Su Yueming, who was lying on the ground, watched the blood spraying out, and she was also stunned. She looked at the blood-stained sword in her hand and was at a loss.

She didn't expect that he would not dodge. Originally, if her affairs wanted to distract him, the prince would be able to escape from danger.

But, unexpectedly—

He didn't move at all, letting her stab him.

Murong Canghai covered his bleeding chest with one hand, and the blood soon dyed his hands red, and his purple robe was stained with blood.

There was shock, anger, and... a trace of sadness and loss that was almost undetectable.

"You are really willing to let it go. Do you think my heart really won't hurt?"

He looked at her and said.

"Um!"

Suddenly, a silver light flashed across the side, and Su Yueming felt that something had penetrated his body, and it hurt like a crack, and it suddenly became dark between the world.

She groaned, and thick black blood spilled out of her mouth. She turned her head and looked in the direction where the poisonous arrow was shot.

I saw that her father Su Buqing was holding a bow in his hand, his eyes were naked and ruthless, but the arrow was the one that pierced her body.

He actually shot her daughter with his own hands.

There was a tide between the two, and Su Yueming's palms were filled with sweat.

Their swordsmanship and moves were actually equally ethereal and flowing, and there was no way to tell the difference between the winner and the defeat.

The two swords were like two gusts of wind outside the white clouds. The wind blew, and the dust was flying around. The two of them turned up, and the distance was close.

Su Yueming's fingertips were almost cold and numb...

Two swords stabbed out with all their strength...

Su Yueming suddenly closed her eyes and pinched her nails into the flesh.

"..." After a cold wind blew, everything stopped, the air seemed to solidify, and the people around seemed to have stopped breathing.

The two of them raised their robes high and made a whirring sound.

Su Yueming suddenly opened his eyes and saw—

Xuanyuan Qihuang's sword hit Murong Canghai's throat, while Murong Canghai's sword pointed directly at Xuanyuan Qihuang's chest. It was only a slight difference that would take the other party's life.

However, at this moment, Su Yueming's eyes condensed and his heart was shocked!

Prince, dangerous!

Murong Canghai's move suddenly had a slight deviation, but this deviation was the distance between life and death.

If the cold sword tip pierces into that chest, then...

Su Yueming suddenly snatched the sword of a guard beside her, then pulled out the golden hairpin from her head. Without any hesitation, she inserted it hard into the horse's neck!

Suddenly, the horse made a tragic neighing sound. It was frightened, and ran towards Murong Canghai as if it was crazy.

The tranquility in the air was broken, almost at the same time, but the two men's men looked at her without moving.

"Sher!" Only a sound of a knife piercing the flesh was heard, and blood splashed high and flew into the air, confusing people's eyes.

"Prince!" Ying Lie was startled, his heart trembled, and he rushed towards him as fast as possible. His feet raised high and kicked Su Yueming's shoulder hard. She flew out like a withered leaf.

It fell on the ground.

"Yueming!" The prince was frightened and wanted to chase after him, but he felt a sharp pain on his body. In the blink of an eye, Murong Canghai's sword had pierced his shoulders. He pressed the sword with his hand and blood followed him.

Leave your fingertips.

"Your Highness!" Feng Po stepped forward hurriedly and protected Xuanyuan Qihuang.

Murong Canghai covered his chest and slowly raised his head, looking at Su Yueming-

She stabbed the long sword into Murong Canghai’s heart!

Su Yueming, who was lying on the ground, watched the blood spraying out, and she was also stunned. She looked at the blood-stained sword in her hand and was at a loss.

She didn't expect that he would not dodge. Originally, if her affairs wanted to distract him, the prince would be able to escape from danger.

But, unexpectedly—

He didn't move at all, letting her stab him.

Murong Canghai covered his bleeding chest with one hand, and the blood soon dyed his hands red, and his purple robe was stained with blood.

There was shock, anger, and... a trace of sadness and loss that was almost undetectable.

"You are really willing to let it go. Do you think my heart really won't hurt?"

He looked at her and said.

"Um!"

Suddenly, a silver light flashed across the side, and Su Yueming felt that something had penetrated his body, and it hurt like a crack, and it suddenly became dark between the world.

She groaned, and thick black blood spilled out of her mouth. She turned her head and looked in the direction where the poisonous arrow was shot.

I saw that her father Su Buqing was holding a bow in his hand, his eyes were naked and ruthless, but the arrow was the one that pierced her body.

He actually shot her daughter with his own hands.