Quick Transmigration Live Broadcast: The Villain Boss is the Female Emperor!

   "Zheng——" The collision of the two swords made a crisp sound.

  Everyone exhaled.

NS.

  The next moment.

   "Kang Dang——" The head of the Shadowless Sword fell to the ground.

  Everyone's eyes widened, and their bodies became stiff.

so……

  After the Qinglian Sword was cut by the black hatchet, the Shadowless Sword was also cut by the hatchet? !

  What happened to this world?

  A hatchet is so awesome?

  Everyone was shocked and speechless.

  Chen Xiaoxing's hand holding the Thunderbolt gun tightened. Should he be lucky that he didn't match the scholar at Yumian, let alone match the other's hatchet?

  If not, the ancestral thunderbolt spear was chopped off in front of the Jianghu people, then you should die.

   "Guru." Someone swallowed uncontrollably, and shouted: "The Shadowless Sword really broke?!"

  Leng Guhan recovered, holding the remaining half of the Shadowless Sword in his hand and looked at it.

  Shame, anger, hatred!

  The emotions in his eyes are constantly changing, and he has never felt such a shame at that moment.

  I wanted to become famous in the martial arts conference, and by the way, I would be a beautiful woman.

  But now—his sword was cut by a mere hatchet!

  "Jade face scholar!" Leng Guhan's face turned savage, and he roared: "Today I must kill you!"

  Leng Guhan took the broken sword and slammed at Rong Shaoqing, his teeth biting together fiercely, obviously extremely angry.

  Rong Shaoqing’s handsome face was expressionless, and he inserted the Sky Shocking Sword into the floor of the ring. The next moment, his figure was close to Leng Guhan like a ghost, passing his palm over his side and hitting Leng Guhan’s back.

   "Puff!" Leng Guhan vomited blood and flew out violently, slamming under the ring, his body twitching constantly.

   "Wow!" The audience was shocked.

  One move, instant kill!

  Leng Guhan's mouth kept flowing out of blood.

   "Lonely cold~"

  "Cold~"

   "Sang Gong~"

  The voices of three women sounded at the same time.

  Everyone saw that the figures of the three women ran to Leng Guhan back and forth, crying around him.

   "Lonely cold, are you okay? Woo...you don't want to die..."

  Huaxiang Fan put a pill into Leng Guhan’s mouth, but he vomited blood and vomited more severely after taking it.

   "Bitch, did you deliberately harm the loneliness--" Qiu Siyu slapped Huaxiang fan aside.

   "Old woman, you are cheap!" Hua Xiangfan slapped back angrily, slamming Qiu Siyu's veil off.

   "Ah, Qiu Siyu's face!" Someone exclaimed.

  I saw that Qiu Siyu’s face was densely covered with red spots, and even some pustules were in the running water.

   "Ah—" Qiu Siyu screamed and hurried to grab the veil, but a gust of wind blew the veil away, and she hurriedly covered her face and ran away.

  "Msang Gong~" Huaxiangfan knelt beside Leng Guhan crying, and said: "Don't die, come back to life..."

  Cheng Jinse hugged Leng Guhan's body, and said angrily: "Hold your humble hoofs away, but Guhan is not your husband, he is my man..."

  The two women quarreled, and they fought each other with hatred.

  Jianghu people saw the red marks on their clothes and were surprised again and again. They didn’t expect Leng Guhan to be a Ye Yushu girl.

  The daughter of the leader of the martial arts and the saint of Ten Thousand Poison Valley—to serve the same husband together for marriage.

Liu had no choice but to come out to stop the noisy scene, and announced the first place in this year's list of beauties and sons in the arena.

  -

  In the forest.

  Chong Ao leaned against the tree and read the book, Rong Shaoqing sat down and practiced.

  Suddenly.

  Small footsteps sounded.