Like a windmill, the light blue silhouette of the man swept forward, turning the gorgeous and luxurious peonies into a shower of petals, making his figure faintly discernible. When his strength was exhausted, he sank back into the cluster of flowers. By the time seven or eight sabers stabbed into the cluster of flowers, he was already like a nimble python, slipping back along the bottom of the cluster of flowers, and then leaping back to a place about thirty feet away.
"Ah!"
Screams of pain rang out. The guards in the front row where the assassin rolled past all cried out in pain. Some of them had their index fingers cut off, some had their wrists pierced, blood dripping down and their fingers were cut off, buried under the flowers. Some could no longer hold the sabers in their hands, the sabers fell out of their hands, followed by a line of blood, like a dream under the blurred light.
The palace maids panicked, the lanterns in their hands seemed to be blown by the wind, reflecting Empress Wu's face, sometimes bright and sometimes dark. They didn't dare to flee, nor were they able to flee. However, their instincts of terror caused them to involuntarily make dodging and fleeing movements, causing the light to become blurry, and this flickering light caused the atmosphere to become extremely mysterious.
"All of you stand firm, raise the lanterns high!"
Shangguan Wan 'er didn't know kung fu, but her courage was no less than a man's. She shouted loudly to calm the panicked palace maids, and then rushed forward to support Empress Wu, who was a little unsteady on her feet.
Wu Zetian's hands were shaking, her black jade-like hair slightly trembled, her face was livid, not because of fear, but because of anger: anger that someone dared to assassinate her!
In the current Tang dynasty, someone dared to assassinate her, the Holy Mother Shen Huang Empress Wu! She had just received the news of Zhang Siming's betrayal, and now someone dared to assassinate her!
Wu Zetian coldly shouted, "I want him alive! I want to see, in this world, who dares to be so bold! "
Following Wu Zetian's loud shout, the round pearls on her forehead also slightly swayed.
At this time, the retreating figure suddenly sprang up, taking advantage of the moment when the front row of guards fell down in pain and the back row of guards wanted to go forward to capture the assassin, the formation was a little chaotic, he suddenly rushed forward.
At this time, there was no 'lying on the ground saber technique' in this world, the armoured soldiers were skilled in martial arts, but they were not used to this kind of crouching down fighting style. In addition, they were wearing armors, bending down to this degree was very inconvenient, their movements were inevitably sluggish, allowing that person to rush in, into the inner circle of guards.
That assassin was like a ghost, stabbing left, right, like a wisp of smoke, the moment after stabbing several people, he suddenly jumped like an arrow, turning himself into a sharp arrow released from an arrow, swift and swift, straight towards Empress Wu!
Shanghai Wan 'er protected Wu Zetian and quickly retreated, her pair of bright eyes had already clearly seen the assassin who was flying towards them. He was dressed in green, his face was also covered with a green cloth, this was a head covering, only his eyes were open, other than that pair of eyes that were as bright as the cold stars in the sky, nothing else could be seen.
Under the green cloth, that pair of eyes were slightly narrowed, when an ordinary person wanted to kill someone, no matter if they were nervous or excited, they would unconsciously feel a little nervous, thus opening their eyes wide. But this person, who was trying to assassinate the Empress Wu in front of the Imperial Bodyguards, unexpectedly narrowed his eyes.
That kind of coldness, that kind of naturalness, was like a butcher who had killed pigs all his life, when he raised his knife, it was just like usual, stabbing a tied up pig's neck, he could do it even with his eyes closed. But the difference was, there was no danger in killing pigs, but assassinating Empress Wu was different, he had completely disregarded his own life and death.
The only thing that Shanghai Wan 'er could notice was the cold and bright eyes of the assassin, the tightened face cloth, and the fluttering sleeve of his clothes. As for that fatal sword, it was instead ignored by her. When the sword was in a person's hand, the dangerous thing was not the sword, but the person holding the sword.
"Protect the Emperor! Protect the Emperor! "
Shanghai Wan 'er cried out in despair, this indifferent like a chrysanthemum woman finally lost her composure and began to panic.
Wu Zetian quickly retreated, she retreated another three steps and then stood upright, not retreating even half a step.
Her skirt was too long, reaching three feet to the ground, when she retreated to this point, she had already stepped on her own skirt, if she retreated any further, she would inevitably fall in a sorry state. With today's Empress Wu's status, with today's Empress Wu's pride, she would rather be killed by a sword than fall flat on her back and become the laughing stock of the world!
Wu Zetian stood, stood steadily, her body like a boulder, her eyes were also as steady as a boulder, the only things that were still swaying were the two hair ornaments in her hair bun. Her eyes also slightly narrowed, as if she wanted to clearly see the person who was about to take her life!
When Empress Wu was attacked by an assassin, the bodyguards in the light and in the dark all jumped out to meet the enemy, some were flying and chasing after the assassin, some were moaning in pain, some palace maids finally abandoned their palace lanterns out of fear, screaming and squatting on the ground, there were also palace servants and eunuchs screaming and shouting.
Shanghai Wan'er pulled Wu Zetian, a trace of hesitation on her face, as if she wanted to block the sword in front of Wu Zetian for her, but couldn't summon enough courage. In everyone's eyes, there was only one assassin, and in the assassin's eyes, there was only one Wu Zetian.
The sword light was like lightning, crossing the distance of several feet in a flash!
When the assassin's sword stabbed towards Empress Wu, the sword cut through the air, like a ray of light, cutting through time and space, cutting through distance. Some people were so shocked that their faces turned ashen, some screamed, and some angrily rushed over. Everyone ignored two people, the two Little Palace Maid.
They were two little palace maids who were fanning themselves. They were little palace maids who belonged to the Guard Department. Their hair was combed into a spiral bun, their faces were equally delicate and pretty, and their foreheads were also painted with plum blossom makeup. They wore the same red narrow sleeves, white scarves wrapped around their shoulders, and green skirts dragged on the ground, with the "Concentric Knot Ribbon" fluttering at the edge of their skirts.
They were slender and elegant, like the two willows that followed behind Empress Wu. They were also like two swaying lotuses, graceful and enchanting, and every trace of them seeped into one's bones. However, no matter if they were willows in the wind or lotus flowers on the water, with Empress Wu standing in front of them, no one would notice them.
Standing in front of them was the Empress of the Tang dynasty, who regarded the Li Tang Royal Family as nothing and had all the heroes in the world in her hands, like a rising sun. Accompanying the Empress was Shanghai Wan'er, who was in charge of the North Gate Secretary, known as the Female Prime Minister, with a beautiful face like a bright moon!
Who would pay attention to two young and immature looking girls who were fanning themselves?
They were just two Little Palace Maids fanning themselves.
They each held a "barrier fan" in their hands, and the handle of the fan was only as thick as a thumb, about twelve feet long, and the "barrier fan" had five-colored pheasant feathers as its surface.
When the Empress of Heaven went out, it was used to block the sun and block the dust. When the Empress of Heaven came to court, they were the two decorations behind the Empress, just like the two "barrier fans". Over time, everyone would ignore their existence.
But useful things and things that were used every day were two different things.
Hidden swords for ten years, but once unsheathed, they were still murderous swords. A broom, used every day, was still a broom. When the sharp sword condensed into a cold star and pierced towards Wu Zetian's throat, the two people and the two fans behind Wu Zetian, who were decorations, suddenly moved together.
The assassin was like a sword, and the sword was like a cold light, suddenly arriving. The two fans also suddenly flashed and appeared in front of Empress Wu, crossing the two feather fans to meet the sword light.
With a bang, the two feather fans exploded, and the sky was filled with feathers. At the same time, there was a clang, where the sword and the fan collided, there was a string of dazzling sparks.
The azure-clothed man and the sword in his hand moved like a ghost, and no one could catch a glimpse of him. However, when he was only three feet away from Wu Zetian, he was blocked by two seemingly fragile feather fans.
The feathers fluttered, and under the illumination of the light, the five-colored feathers changed into ten colors, flashing in the air, extremely beautiful. But in this beautiful scene, there was an infinite amount of murderous intent.
The two little palace maids raised their arms, and a 'clang' sound was heard. The two feather fan handles that had lost their fan sprung out a sharp blade that was more than a foot long. The handles of the feather fan immediately turned into two dreadful long spears. The two maids twisted their wrists, and the spears thrust towards the assassin like agile snakes.
The assassin was greatly surprised, he never thought that Wu Zetian's strongest guards would actually be these two Little Palace Maids. At this time, he finally noticed the appearance of the two Little Palace Maids.
The two Little Palace Maids, one had willowy eyebrows, and her charming eyebrows were like a rainbow.
The other had a pair of sword-like eyebrows, black and bright, and compared to most women, she had a bit more heroic spirit.
The two Little Palace Maids both had a little plum blossom between their eyebrows, the flower had five petals, making them look more delicate than the flowers. But the spears in their hands were not delicate at all, the spears were like agile snakes spitting out their tongues, not leaving the assassin's vitals. As long as he was hit, the assassin would definitely die on the spot tonight. The assassin had no choice but to give up on the target of Wu Zetian, and turned to fight with the two Little Palace Maids.
Because he was caught unprepared, the assassin had lost the initiative, and was constantly defending, and could only retreat step by step. The clanging sound was incessant, and sparks flew everywhere in the night sky. Everyone then realized a reality: This assassin, until now, until the two Little Palace Maids made their moves, this was the first time his weapon had clashed with the opponent's weapon!
Previously, the assassin had fought with the guards for so many rounds, but before the weapons had clashed, he would immediately change his moves and stab again. From the beginning to the end, the guards' weapons had never clashed with the sword in his hand.
After only five rounds, the assassin leaped diagonally into the already somewhat sparse flower shrubs that had been trampled on, and shook off the last few stubbornly standing petals on the branches. His figure flashed, and with another flash, he had already appeared a hundred feet away.
As soon as they started fighting, the assassin realized that the two maids beside Empress Wu were highly skilled in martial arts. If the two of them joined forces, he would have no chance of winning. The other armored guards had also surrounded him, and if he did not go to the inn, he would definitely be left behind, so he flashed away.
But although his speed was fast, it was ultimately not as fast as the speed of an arrow. The moment he flashed away diagonally, one of the Little Palace Maids had already thrown out the spear in her hand. The slender spear was like a giant arrow, chasing after the assassin's smoke-like figure, and piercing through his shoulder blade.
The assassin let out a muffled groan, pulled out the spear from his shoulder, and threw it back. His figure flashed again, and disappeared.
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