The prostitute is fierce: the vicious queen does not accept joy

The undercurrent between the two was raging, and Su Yueming's palms were sweating.

Their swordsmanship and moves are equally ethereal and flowing, and it is impossible to tell whether they are winning or losing for a while.

The two swords are like two gusts of wind outside the white clouds. When the wind blows, the surrounding dust is blown up.

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

The two swords stabbed out with all their strength...

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

"..." After a gust of cold wind passed by, everything stopped, the air seemed to freeze, and the people around seemed to have stopped breathing.

The robes of the two were raised high, and there was a whirring sound.

Su Yueming opened his eyes suddenly, and saw——

Xuanyuan Qihuang's sword was pressed against Murong Canghai's throat, and Murong Canghai's sword was pointed directly at Xuanyuan Qihuang's chest, and the difference was only a hair's breadth, and the opponent's life would be taken.

However, at this moment, Su Yueming's eyes froze and his heart froze!

Prince, danger!

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

If the cold sword edge pierces that chest, then...

Su Yueming suddenly grabbed the long sword of a guard beside her, then pulled out the gold hairpin on her head, and without any hesitation, thrust it hard into the horse's neck!

Immediately, the steed neighed fiercely, it was frightened, and ran towards Murong Canghai frantically as if it had gone mad.

The tranquility in the air was broken, almost at the same time, the two men did not move their hands, but looked at her in unison.

"Bah!" There was only a sound of a knife piercing through the flesh, and the blood splashed high and flew into the air, fascinating people's eyes.

"My lord!" Ying Lie was startled, his heart trembled, and he rushed towards him at the fastest speed. He raised his foot high and kicked Su Yueming's shoulder fiercely, and she flew out like a withered leaf. fell to the ground.

"Yueming!" The prince was frightened and wanted to chase after him, but he only felt a sharp pain in his body. In the blink of an eye, Murong Canghai's sharp sword had pierced his shoulder. Fingertips stay.

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

And Murong Canghai held his chest, slowly raised his head, and looked at Su Yueming——

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

Su Yueming, who was lying on the ground, watched the gushing blood spray out, she was also stunned, looking at the blood-stained long sword in her hand, at a loss.

She did not expect that he would not dodge. Originally, if she wanted to distract him, the prince would be able to escape from danger.

However, I didn't expect——

He didn't move, and let her stab him.

Murong Canghai held his bleeding chest with one hand, the blood soon stained his hand red, and the purple robe was also stained with blood.

There was shock, anger, and... a trace of sadness and loss in his eyes.

"You are really willing, do you think my heart really won't hurt?"

He looked at her and said.

"Well!"

Suddenly, a silver light flashed on the side, Su Yueming only felt that his body was pierced by something, the pain was like a crack, and the world suddenly went dark.

She snorted, thick black blood overflowed from her mouth, 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 and killed her daughter with his own hands.