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

"Don't talk nonsense, hurry up." Chong Ai said.

[Okay, the host uses the ‘Waste Sword’ once, deducting 5,000 Interstellar Coins, and there are currently 2,890 Interstellar Coins left. 】

The woman really is a loser, Fan Jiujiu sighed in her heart.

The air was rippling in the void, and an all-black broken sword appeared slowly, and Chong Ai stretched out his hand to hold it.

As soon as he held the broken sword, Chong Ai was slightly dazed, and some fragments flashed in his mind, and he felt the scream of the shuriken, and the heart-piercing pain when it was cut off.

She looked down at the sword in her hand and slowly touched its blade.

The resonance of the broken sword faded, and Chong Ai raised her eyes to look at the immortal sword that she was struggling to block, raised her left hand and retracted it into the storage hairpin.

The swords in the air seemed to feel a strange aura, a deadly sense of crisis, but they had to listen to the Sword King's orders.

The swords in the sword mound were all under the command of the sword king, and the immortal sword before Chong Ai also cut off a sword. The sword king felt the provocation, and she must bleed to pay the price.

"Buzzing" Jianzhong's swords all rushed towards Chong Ai, and even the sword that the disciple had just held in his hand broke free and flew away.

The hot wind in the sword mound blew Chong Ai's skirt, and her hair that fell to her ears floated back. At this moment, she was holding the broken sword and staring at the swords.

A sword cut through the air and flew to the front of the swords, then swept an arc in the air, leading the swords to charge towards Chong Ai.

Chong Ai waved his sword expressionlessly, and the sound of clang clang sounded, and countless swords were cut off and fell to the ground with a ding ding sound.

The disciples also felt the change here, and they all rushed over, looking at the encirclement formed by the group of swords in horror.

"This, what's going on..."

"Go and inform senior brother, there is a change in Jian Zhuang's sword..."

"Who is surrounded by the sword circle? Will there be anything wrong with so many swords attacking her?"

The new disciples were very flustered. Although the swords in the sword mound could play tricks on the cultivators, they would not really attack the cultivators. It was unheard of for so many swords to attack people at once.

When the disciples guarding the entrance came in and saw this scene, they quickly passed the sound transmission to the elders.

When the elders in the Zixiao Palace heard the change in the sword tomb, their expressions suddenly changed, and they got up and prepared to go to the sword tomb.

When the sound transmission was just extinguished, a disciple's voice came from the end: "Elder Qingdai..."

Everyone only saw a figure flashing by, and Heng Qing, who was in the position of the head, had disappeared.

Chong Ai didn't expect that after he cut off a sword, his body fell into a crack, and the picture beside him instantly changed.

A magnificent palace appeared before her eyes.

[Oh, host, you arrived at the inheritance land one step ahead of the darling of luck. 】

The door of the palace slowly opened automatically, and an old voice came: "Come in."

Chong Ai's lips curled slightly, and she walked towards the hall.

A phantom appeared in the void, and the man in white turned his back to her.

Chong Ai looked at him quietly.

A few minutes passed.

The old man: "..." Why didn't she ask?

Usually when a cultivator encounters such a situation, he will first ask, where is this, who are you, and why does the inheritor follow his thoughts at all?

The old man coughed a few times, and had no choice but to turn around, holding the appearance of an immortal super forcefully, and said, "Since you are here, the old man has a destiny with you... Hey, no..."

The old man frowned at Chong Ai and said, "You're not the one I'm waiting for."