"What do you want?"

Ying Baoyue clearly remembered that not long after she had just woken up in this life, the young man looked at her and asked.

And she spoke without thinking.

"I want a sword."

Why did she want a sword?

Just when countless ghost fires lit up outside, and Captain Lou's heart-rending shouts sounded outside, the carriage suddenly stopped and shook violently, and the roof of the car sounded with the loud sound of countless cultivators' feet landing, and the next moment when the swords of countless killers penetrated the carriage, Ying Baoyue sat quietly in the carriage, but suddenly remembered this incident.

In fact, she herself didn't know why she wanted a sword at that time.

Not to mention swordsmanship and swordsmanship, she didn't even have a memory of herself ever holding a sword in her mind.

But as soon as she said this, she realized the unnatural void in her memory.

Her sword was taken from her.

In her previous life, she was probably a cultivator with a sword.

However, in this life, all this, along with her memories of cultivation, disappeared completely.

Feeling the arrows shaking in her ears, Ying Baoyue remembered the ban on soldiers that Guichen had said.

Collect the soldiers of the world and weaken the people of the world.

However, the sword she had used was not taken away by the ban order, but was given to a person by her, and she didn't remember who it was given to, but she had a vague impression of it, but since she had an impression, it meant that this memory had nothing to do with cultivation.

What she was robbed of was a more important sword.

There is nothing more cruel than taking away all the memories of a swordsman about using a sword.

But that's how she lost it, and she didn't even know who took it away.

And after losing her sword, she became extremely weak.

She is weak.

Weaker than any moment she could remember.

In the palace, even one assassin could not deal with it, so she could only flee for her life, and it is conceivable that if there were a few more waves of assassins like that on the road to peace, even if it was not rank five, it would be enough to exhaust her and die.

She is weak.

She was a rank ten who had just broken through the realm, and she was surrounded by guards who had not been tightly organized and put together temporarily, and she was not allowed to have even a sword in her hand.

She is weak.

Everyone thought that she was carrying a spell that could not be killed, but only she knew that this spell had completely disappeared, and she died with the owner of this body.

If she is killed, she will die.

Even if she is not killed, this curse in her hand will kill her sooner or later.

She is weak.

She knew her opponent was strong.

It can easily infiltrate the princess and kill the princess, can mobilize countless high-level cultivators, can find out all the information about the princess and the princess, and may even be able to infiltrate the escort team.

What's even more terrifying is that no one else knows about the crisis she is in, and no one from the former Qin will believe it.

She is weak.

So she was tired of meaningless strife. I don't want to see some people play a little trick again, coping with assassination after assassination.

So she has to take out most of her opponents at once.

She is weak.

In the scorching fire and cold sharp blade, the girl raised her face and looked at the thin frightened female officer beside her, her eyes lit up like lights.

So.

She can't bring too many people.

She is weak.

She can't keep anything, at most.

Only one person can be saved.

"Your Highness!"

At the moment when the torches were lit outside the window, Lady Yao felt dragged into a bizarre world. The firelight, the sword light, the sword light, and the smell of blood, Lady Yao has only seen such a picture once, that is, when Afang Palace was forced into the palace by the multinational coalition forces.

But even that time, because His Majesty surrendered quickly, there was no army to enter the palace in the end, even if she was bullied in the palace, but at this time she knew that life and death had been far away from her.

At the moment when the torch was lit, she originally thought it was just a simple assassination, and Lord Lou and they would definitely be able to solve it, after all, this was a convoy with the princess, protected by His Majesty's personal guards, and there was ......

"Your Highness, don't be afraid, Lord Lou will protect them well......"

Lady Yao inhaled sharply to calm her beating heart, in this kind of scene, as the only person around the princess, she must keep calm and let Her Royal Highness ......

"Lady Yao."

Female Officer Yao's pupils shrank, and she looked at the girl with a calm expression in front of her, and looked at her and spoke quietly.

"Whatever happens later, remember to hold on to me."

What, what is His Highness talking about?

Lady Yao's head was extremely confused, she knew that she had to be calm, she wanted to protect Her Royal Highness the princess desperately, but the next moment she only heard a bang, and the carriage sank down violently. Female Officer Yao only felt that the blood on her body had coagulated.

Finished.

There was only one voice in a woman's head.

Listening to the dense climbing sound in her ears, despair appeared in Female Officer Yao's eyes.

She knew better than anyone what it meant for a princess to be so close to an assassin that a killer's close quarters was a real thing.

With the sound of clicking one after another, more than a dozen swords stabbed straight into the carriage, and Female Officer Yao's pupils dilated and suddenly let out a terrible shout, rushing in the direction of Ying Baoyue.

Even if she uses her flesh and blood, she has to stand in front of His Highness and prevent His Highness from being humiliated.

However, at the next moment, just as the fire was on the carriage and the carriage was filled with swords, Lady Yao only felt that her shoulders were suddenly being held up.

The next moment, someone pushed her, bullied her, and pushed her through the sword and straight to the corner of the car.

Lady Yao's eyes widened, looking at the face of the girl who was close at hand.

"Temple ......"

Lady Yao saw the raging flames rushing behind the woman, and in the very small triangular space in the carriage that was not inserted by the sword, she was supposed to rush towards the princess, but at this moment she found that the girl's slender arms pulled her into it against the corner of the carriage.

Without waiting for Lady Yao to react, the carriage sank again, and the curtain was slashed, revealing the face of a blood-stained man.

"Ahh

Countless faces crowded and wanted to crawl into the car, Lady Yao's heart was broken, she thought she would go crazy, but at this moment, a scene in the only small space left took away her attention.

In this desperate situation of life and death, she saw that the girl in front of her lowered her head and suddenly smiled.

In the sea of swords and fire, Lady Yao couldn't believe her eyes.

She was laughing.

The girl laughed a lot.

But there has never been a smile more gorgeous than in the current sea of fire.

It's as if that's what she was supposed to be.

In this small space that pushed her against the corner of the wall, Lady Yao seemed to know this woman for the first time, and the next moment she heard Ying Baoyue smile and whisper.

"I'm sorry, Aunt Yao, I might die later, don't be afraid."

What is Your Highness going to do?! Female Officer Yao's brain was blank, but before she could react, just when the killer by the window desperately squeezed into the carriage, the man with a meaty face led by him showed a cruel smile and slashed down the girl's back.

Female Officer Yao saw the girl in front of her pull the makeup box full of clay pots in her hand and push it into the fire!

Boom!

Lady Yao's ears also beeped, and then for a very short time she couldn't hear anything, only the flames splashed everywhere, she didn't know what it was but knew that she was about to be blown to pieces.

At this time, the huge carriage was like a bamboo thrown into the fire in the New Year, scattering and bursting, and the people who wanted to rush into the carriage were also splashing like snowflakes, and they must have ......

However, at this moment, in the silent world, Lady Yao's eyes widened, looking at the smile on the corner of the girl's mouth in the Burning Hell.

In the violent explosion, Ying Baoyue threw herself down, and at this moment.

A behemoth rises from behind her.