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Chapter Twelve The Little Palace Maid

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The light green figure rolled away like a windmill, tugging the gorgeous and rich peony flowers into a rain of flowers, making his figure looming. When he was exhausted, he sank into the flowers again. When seven or eight horizontal knives were inserted into the flowers, he was like a clever python, leaning back against the bottom of the flowers, and jumping three feet away.

"ah!"

The screams were heard one after another. The guards in the front row of the assassin just rolled over and exclaimed in pain. Some of them had their index fingers broken, some were pierced with their wrists, and they were covered with blood. They were buried under the flowers. Some could no longer hold the horizontal sword in their hands. The sword fell off their hands, followed by a bloodline, which was like a dream under the blurred light.

The palace maids were panicked, and the palace lanterns in their hands seemed to be blown by the strong wind, which made Queen Wu's face look bright and dark. They dared not escape, nor could they escape. It was just that their instincts of fear made them dodge and escape involuntarily, thus making the light blurred. The light and dark light made the atmosphere even more mysterious.

"Stand firmly and raise the lanterns high!"

Shangguan Wan'er knows martial arts skills, but she is brave but doesn't let her beards go. She shouted loudly, calming the panicked palace maids, then snatching the further steps, supporting the somewhat unstable martial arts queen.

Wu Zetian's hands were trembling, her black jade-like black hair shook slightly, and her face turned pale. She was not because of fear, but because of anger: she was angry that someone dared to assassinate her!

In the Tang Dynasty, some people dare to assassinate her, the Holy Mother God Emperor Wu! I just received the news of Zhang Siming's betrayal, and some people dared to assassinate her!

Wu Zetian shouted suddenly: "I want to live! I want to take a look. Who dares to be so bold in the world!"

As Wu Zetian shouted loudly, the plump and round pearls on her forehead also swayed slightly.

At this moment, the figure of Yougui suddenly bounced. Taking advantage of the pain of the front guards, the guards in the back row wanted to cross forward to capture people. The formation was a little confused and suddenly rushed towards the ground again.

At this time, there was no "ground lying sword technique" in the world. The soldiers had superb martial arts, but they were not suitable for this kind of bent downward. In addition, their armor was on their bodies, so it was inconvenient to bend down to this level. Their movements were inevitably stagnant. They were rushed in and broke into the middle of the guards in the inner circle.

The assassin was like a ghost, stabbing a sword on the left and a sword on the right, floating around like a wisp of smoke. When he stabbed several people one after another, he suddenly jumped like an arrow and made a sharp arrow that took him away. He took the sword straight to the Queen of Martial Arts!

Shangguan Wan'er hurriedly retreated with her bright eyes. Her bright eyes had already seen the assassin who was flying towards him. He was wearing a blue dress and covered with a green scarf on his face. This was a scarf that pulled the head, and only opened a hole in his eyes. Except for the eyes as bright as a cold star in the sky, he could not see anything.

Under the green scarf, those eyes were slightly narrowed. When ordinary people intend to kill and fight hard, whether they are nervous or excited, they will always feel a little nervous, thus opening their eyes wide. When this man assassinated the empress dowager at the time of the dynasty under the guards, his eyes were narrowed slightly.

That kind of indifference, that kind of natural, is like a butcher who has killed pigs for a lifetime. When he lifted up his knife, he just stabbed the pig in the neck as usual and could do it with his eyes closed. But the difference is that killing pigs is not dangerous, and assassinating Queen Wu would not have been like that. He actually put his life and death completely aside.

The only thing Shangguan Wan'er could notice was the assassin's cold and shining eyes, the tight face towel in the wind, and the clothes that were floating after the wind. As for the deadly sword, she ignored it. In the hands of a person, the danger was not the sword, but the sword-holder.

"Protect the car! Protect the car!"

Shangguan Wan'er shouted in despair. The woman, who was as faint as a chrysanthemum, finally lost her composure and began to panic.

Wu Zetian retreated quickly and took three steps back. Then she stood up and did not take a step back.

Her skirt was too long, three feet above the ground. When she retreated here, she had already stepped on her skirt. If she retreated, she would inevitably fall in a mess. With her current position as the Queen of Martial Arts and the pride of Queen of Martial Arts, she would rather be killed by someone with one sword than to fall and make a laugh at the world!

Wu Zetian stood firmly, standing steadily, his body was like a rock, his eyes were also as stable as a rock, and the only thing that was still shaking was the two shaking streaks on her bun. Her eyes also narrowed slightly, as if she wanted to see clearly the person who was about to take her life!

When the Martial Empress was assassinated, the guards of the open and darkness jumped out to meet the enemy. Some were flying and chasing the assassin, some moaned with pain, and some palace maids finally abandoned the palace lantern because of fear, squatted on the ground screaming, while some palace servants and eunuchs were shouting at people in their voices.

Shangguan Wan'er pulled Wu Zetian, and a hint of hesitation appeared in her expression, as if she wanted to stop Wu Zetian from blocking the sword for her, but she couldn't have enough courage. In everyone's eyes, all she saw was that assassin, and in the eyes of that assassin, there was only one Wu Zetian.

The sword light was like lightning, several feet apart, and it arrived in a flash!

When the assassin stabbed the Queen of Martial Arts with a sword, the sword penetrated into the sky, quickly cutting through the space and space like light, and cutting through the distance. Some were shocked and looked like earth, some screamed, and some roared angrily and rushed over. Everyone ignored the two people and the two little palace maids.

They were two little palace maids who were fanned, and they were affiliated with the Si Zhansi. They had a snail bun on their heads, their faces were as beautiful as they were, their foreheads were painted with plum blossom makeup, they were also wearing vermilion narrow-sleeved shirts, their shoulders were wrapped in white scarfs, their green skirts were swaying on the ground, and their skirts were floating with "concentric knots and strands" on their skirts.

He bent his waist and stood tall and graceful, just like the two moving willows following the Queen of Wu, and also like two swaying lotus flowers, gentle and charming, and slim to his bones. However, no matter whether they are the willows in the wind or the lotus on the water, with Queen of Wu standing in front, no one would notice them.

Standing in front of them was the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty who looked at the Li Tang royal family as if nothing had happened. The heroes of the world were in charge of the Tang Dynasty, who was like a rising red sun. Alongside the Queen of the Tang Dynasty, the scholar in the North Gate, known as the Prime Minister, had a graceful face, and was as bright as a bright moon!

Who would pay attention to two young and young girls who have a young face?

They are just two little palace maids who have fanned their bodies.

They held a "blocking fan" in their hands, and the handle of the fan is only the thickness of a thumb, about two meters long, with a "blocking fan" with five-colored pheasant feathers as the fan.

When the Queen of Heaven travels, she will block the sun and block the dust for the Queen of Heaven. When the Queen of Heaven comes to the court, they are the two decorations behind the Queen of Heaven. They are the same decorations as the two "blocking fans". Over time, no one has ignored their existence.

But useful things are different from what you use every day.

After hiding the sword for ten years, it is still a sharp sword for killing people. A broom is used every day, but it is still a broom. When the sword condensed into a little cold star and stabbed Wu Zetian's throat, the two people who were always acting as decorations behind Wu Zetian, and the two fans suddenly moved together.

The assassin was like a sword, and the sword was like a cold light. Youran arrived, and the two fans flashed, and then arrived in front of the Queen of Wu. The two feather fans were barely crossed and met the sword light.

With a sound of bangran, two feather fans exploded and the feathers were flying all over the sky. At the same time, with a loud bang, a series of dazzling sparks broke out at the intersection of the sword and the fan.

The man in green and the sword in his hand were erratic and could not be caught, but he was blocked by two feather fans that seemed vulnerable to the attack.

Feathers are flying, reflected by the lights, and the colorful feathers change into colorful colors, flashing in the air, which is extremely beautiful. But this beautiful scenery contains infinite murderous intent.

The two little palace maids shook their arms and let out a "knock" sound. The two tubes lost the feather handles of the feather fan and each popped out a sharp blade more than a foot long. The shank of the feather fan immediately turned into two terrifying spears. The two twisted their wrists and shook their guns, like a spirit snake, and stabbed at the assassin.

The assassin was very surprised. He never expected that Wu Zetian's most powerful guard was the two little palace maids who had fanned. Only then did he notice the appearance of the two little palace maids.

Two little palace maids, one with curved eyebrows and charming eyebrows.

Another pair of sword eyebrows, black and bright, is more heroic than most women.

The two little palace maids had a little plum blossom on their eyebrows, and the flowers were five petals, making people look more beautiful than flowers. But the guns in their hands were also a little delicate. The guns were like snakes spitting out their letters, and they were always in the assassin's vital points. As long as they were hit, the assassin would definitely explain to the scene tonight. The assassin had to give up Wu Zetian's goal and fight with the two little palace maids.

Because he was caught off guard, the assassin lost his chance and was in resistance and could only retreat step by step. The clanging sound was endless, and Mars burst into the night. Only then did everyone discover a reality: the assassin, until this time, until the two little palace maids took action, did his weapons collide with his opponent's weapons for the first time!

Before, the assassin fought with people for so many rounds, but before the weapons could intersect, they changed their moves and stabbed again. From beginning to end, the weapons of the guards had never hit the sword in his hand.

After five rounds of battle, the assassin jumped and rushed into the slanted thorns that had been trampled into the sparse flowers, shaking off the last few stubborn and erect petals on the branches. His figure flashed, and then flashed, and he had already appeared ten feet away.

As soon as they fought, the assassin discovered that the two maids around Empress Wu had extremely high martial arts skills. When they joined forces, he had no chance of winning. Other soldiers had already surrounded him. If he didn't fall in love with him, he would definitely be left, so he would dodge and leave.

But although his speed was fast, it was not as fast as an arrow. The moment he flashed out of his slant, a little palace maid had already thrown out the gun in his hand. The long spear like a thin willow was like a huge arrow, catching up with the assassin's light smoke-like figure and piercing his shoulder blades.

The assassin groaned, pulled out his long spear on his shoulder and threw it back, his figure disappeared again, and then disappeared.p: I sincerely ask for recommendation votes!
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