I Am This Type of Woman

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Boom!

The solid courtyard door slammed against the wall, screaming desperately, and finally could only pull it down feebly.

"Huahua!" Rong Xia put down the hand holding the bow, and said sharply, "What are you doing here, get out!"

"Shut up!" Ban Hua yelled back.

The rain drenched her hair and body. She didn't take care of her flaws. Instead, she felt that the robe on her body was in the way, so she lifted the skirt and tied it around her waist. In a blink of an eye, she even avoided two assassins. sneak attack.

The assassins didn't expect a woman to rush over. After seeing the person clearly, they stopped Banhua, but they didn't kill him. Obviously these people knew Ban Hua's identity, and they were slightly scruples about her.

As soon as they were scrupulous, Ban Hua broke through their encirclement and came to Du Jiu's side.

"Injured?" Ban Hua wiped the water off his face, raised the edge of the sword, and the dark red blood flowed down the sword, mixed with the rainwater, and splashed on the bluestone floor.

The sword Banhua used was very light and sharp, and every move and style was as silent as an afterimage, and it was so fast that it made people dazzled.

Du Jiu clutched his wound, still unable to react.

Just when he thought he was going to die for the night, Princess Fuller rushed in with only two female guards. The posture of holding the sword and the neat movement of tying the corners of the skirt made him feel like he had seen the battlefield. heroism.

On this rainy night with lightning and thunder, Du Jiu believed for the first time the old Jing Tinggong's words.

Princess Fuller is indeed the one who resembles him the most, and even this martial art is amazing.

Laymen watch the fun, and experts watch the doorway. Many people in Daye practice swordsmanship, but most of them learn the way of strengthening their bodies, such as their Lord Hou. But Princess Fule is different. Her every move has a sharp edge, and even a chilling chill.

The only thing she lacks is the murderous aura that can only be tempered through the battlefield.

The moment the lightning flashed, a sleeve arrow flew out, and the target it wanted to attack was Rong Xia behind Ban Hua and Du Jiu. Rong Xia turned his head to avoid it, but the assassin obviously came prepared, and someone aimed at Rong Xia again.

"Master Hou!" Du Jiu's eyes were shattered, and in desperation, he could only throw the sword in his hand and plunge it into the assassin's chest. At this moment, Chao Rongxia, an assassin who was lying on the ground, raised his hand.

"Lord Hou!"

Du Jiu felt chills all over his body, trembling with endless fear from his bones.

"Ding!" The silver sword edge blocked the sleeve arrow, the sword edge trembled, and the sleeve arrow fell to the ground. Ban Hua stepped forward a few steps, and stepped on the assassin's chest. The assassin spat out foam, rolled his eyes and passed out.

At this moment, guards rushed over from outside the courtyard.

Banhua raised her sword and pointed at the six or seven assassins who were still standing in the yard. The rain rolled down her face, giving her an extremely pale and eerie beauty.

"withdraw."

Seeing that the situation was not good, the assassin wanted to retreat.

"This is Lord Hou's mansion, not a place where little fish and shrimp live." Ban Hua quickly stopped in front of these assassins, "I'm just going to see who of you can walk out today."