Koi Fubao: Being loved by everyone on the road to escape from famine

There was a little dirt on the corners of her clothes, as if she had just gone through a difficult journey.

"Who are you? How dare you break my sword? You will die here today!" The man roared, gritting his teeth, with rage burning in his eyes. He clenched the broken sword in his hand, the blade flashed a cold light in the moonlight, and he pounced on Xiao Zhixue fiercely again.

Facing the man's rage and threats, Xiao Zhixue remained calm, with a slight sneer on her lips.

She said coldly: "You can keep this to yourself and tell it to the King of Hell in the underworld."

Xiao Zhixue raised the hatchet without hesitation. Although the blade was rough, it looked sharp because of her determination.

She was agile and slashed straight at the man's sturdy arm with swift and precise movements.

The man obviously had not expected that this seemingly weak woman would have such a fierce attack. He dodged in panic, and the broken sword in his hand drew a messy arc in the air, trying to stab Xiao Zhixue again.

However, Xiao Zhixue's knife was actually a feint, intended to confuse the opponent.

Before the tip of the man's sword touched her at all, the hatchet was already chopping towards his chest like a storm.

The blade instantly penetrated the clothes, and when it came into contact with the skin, a dull impact sound was made.

Severe pain instantly swept through the man's body like a tidal wave. The crisp sound of broken bones was clearly audible, like thunder exploding in the silent night sky.

The man looked down and saw that the hatchet was deeply embedded in his chest. Blood was dripping along the blade and quickly soaking his clothes, turning them bright red.

His heartbeat gradually weakened in the severe pain, and his life force was slowly fading away.

He opened his mouth to speak, but could only spit out a mouthful of hot red blood. His eyes turned bloodshot due to pain and shock. His head tilted weakly and he finally fell to the dusty ground, without a breath.

This sudden life-and-death struggle had already been clearly seen by the people beside the carriage.

The swordsmen from the Eastern Chu State were originally engaged in a fierce battle with the men in black, but at this moment they were attracted by the sudden change before them. They watched in amazement as their brothers were killed by a seemingly frail woman.

They looked at each other in disbelief. Some of them were so angry that they decided to give up fighting with the man in black and instead went straight to Xiao Zhixue to avenge their companions.

Xiao Zhixue snorted coldly, with a hint of mockery in her eyes.

She picked up the broken sword on the ground and held it firmly in her hand. Although the sword was incomplete, it was obviously more handy than the heavy hatchet.

She knew very well that her body was too weak now. If she didn't replenish her energy in time, she would be unable to cope with the next battle.

So she hung the hatchet behind her, took out a bottle of clear spiritual spring water from the cloth bag she carried with her, and drank a few sips.

As the spiritual spring water entered her throat, it immediately turned into a warm current, nourishing her tired body and instantly making her spirit rejuvenated.

At this moment, the team of men in black had already stabbed down several Dong Chu swordsmen with their superb martial arts, and the situation on the battlefield was becoming increasingly favorable for them.

The two men walked straight to the carriage, stared at the aggressive Dong Chu people vigilantly, and asked respectfully: "Master, are you okay?"

A weak but dignified voice came from the carriage: "Bring the girl here quickly, and don't let the Dongchu people hurt her."

"Yes, master!" The two secret guards immediately took the order and rushed towards Xiao Zhixue as fast as lightning.

At this time, several Dongchu swordsmen had approached Xiao Zhixue, with the flames of revenge burning in their eyes. Without saying a word, they swung their swords and stabbed out.

Xiao Zhixue showed no fear. She gripped the hilt tightly and turned her wrist flexibly. With a few clever sword moves, she cut the Dongchu swordsman's sword into two pieces.

The tip of the sword fell to the ground, making a crisp metallic collision sound, like a wail.

Upon seeing this, several Dongchu swordsmen were so angry that they could not control themselves. They roared, threw away the broken swords in their hands, and attacked Xiao Zhixue frantically with their fists and feet.

Xiao Zhixue was agile and light on her feet. Facing their fierce attacks, she responded calmly and dodged skillfully.

Suddenly, she found the right moment and kicked one of the swordsmen with such force that he was kicked flying.

The man crashed into a big tree on the roadside like a kite with a broken string and fell heavily. When he tried to get up, he felt as if his chest was hit hard. The pain was unbearable and even breathing became extremely difficult.

He struggled for a few times, but was eventually exhausted and collapsed to the ground. His breath gradually weakened and finally turned into deathly silence.

After the secret guards subdued the enemy, they respectfully bowed to Xiao Zhixue and said, "Miss, my master invites you to come over."

Xiao Zhixue turned her gaze to the carriage not far away. She concluded that the person in the carriage must be Fan Yanmu, the person she had been looking for.

She smiled at the secret guards and asked them to wait for a moment.

The secret guards looked at each other in confusion.

Xiao Zhixue walked straight towards the fallen Dongchu swordsmen, squatted down, and searched them one by one.

As she searched, she muttered to herself, "This guy has no money, and this guy didn't bring any money either. Why are all the swordsmen from Dongchu so poor?"

When the secret guards heard this, they were all stunned, and then they burst into laughter.

After searching for a long time, Xiao Zhixue finally found a token with a bronze luster in the arms of an Dongchu swordsman.

On one side of the token is engraved the word "Dong Chu", and on the other side is the word "Sha" written in vigorous strokes.

She stroked the token gently, a cunning look flashed in her eyes, and then she put it into her pocket, actually hiding it in a mysterious space magic weapon.

This token might come in handy in the future, so she naturally wouldn't throw it away easily.

After finishing the job, Xiao Zhixue stood up and followed the secret guards to the carriage.

At this time, all the assassins from the East Chu State had fallen at the hands of the secret guards. The streets were stained with blood and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Although the secret guards were wounded in many places, they still looked around vigilantly, alert for any possible threats.

"Master, the girl is here." A secret guard reported to the car.

A low "hmm" came from inside the car, and Xiao Zhixue's heart moved slightly. She couldn't tell whether it was really Fan Yanmu in the car.

Soon, the car curtain was gently lifted, and a man in his thirties with an elegant temperament appeared in front of her.

Unexpectedly, this person is not Fan Yanmu, but there are unignorable similarities between his eyebrows and Fan Yanmu.

"Thank you, young lady, for your help and for saving me from danger." Fan Heng bowed his hands to express his gratitude, looking closely at Xiao Zhixue in front of him with deep eyes.

She was dressed in a simple cloth dress, the bloodstains and holes on her dress revealed the fierce battle just now. Although she was thin, she exuded an aura of tenacity and indomitable spirit.

In particular, her courage and skills in fighting against a group of enemies alone with a hatchet in hand, killing three Dongchu swordsmen in a row, shocked Fan Heng.

Xiao Zhixue smiled calmly and replied calmly: "It is the duty of ordinary people like us to help the weak and fight against the strong. You don't need to worry about it."

With the strong support of the secret guards, Fan Heng walked out of the carriage with steady but slightly heavy steps.

He looked around, and those familiar figures came into view. They were all elite dark guards wearing iron armor and frost masks, but now they were all injured.