If he hadn't been pushed to a dead end, Fan Xian would never have thought of using the black box. At first, when he followed His Majesty to Dadong Mountain to worship the heavens, he always thought that His Majesty was setting up a trick, so he put the box on the boat.
The box has been on the boat, wrapped in the 130,000 taels of silver, exposed in the main hall of Suzhou Huayuan, welcoming the gazes of people coming and going. The emperor and Chen Pingping were so insomnia thinking about this box, but no one thought that Fan Xian would be so single as to choose such a storage location.
The most dangerous place is the safest place. This is true for people, and it is also true for boxes.
And he wants to go up the mountain at this time because he knows that his biggest advantage for this unequal sniping is that Yan Xiaoyi doesn't know what kind of weapon he has, and he doesn't know what kind of weapon he has for the terrifying hot weapon. The slightest awareness.
At a distance of 500 meters, Yan Xiaoyi can only be shot by himself, but once Yan Xiaoyi penetrates within 300 meters, with the speed and power of Yan Xiaoyi's arrow technique, Fan Xian may be shot continuously Can't even lift your head, let alone aim? So he had to distance himself from Yan Xiaoyi, while waiting for Yan Xiaoyi to appear in his field of vision.
The reason why Fan Xian didn't immediately look for an opportunity to fight back after getting the box on the boat was because he knew that Yan Xiaoyi could shoot thirteen arrows in one second without aiming, while he needed to aim for a long time before he could... Barely fired a shot. If he shoots randomly on the coast, he will surely become the most useless traveler who has ever died.
Heavy sniping is not so fun... This is what Uncle Wu Zhu didn't forget to remind him when he taught him how to use a gun.
Fan Xian didn't want himself to aim and shoot indiscriminately, only to pierce through a big tree fifty meters away from Yan Xiaoyi.
If a strong man like Yan Xiaoyi had experienced the deterrence of bullets once, and knew that he had such a terrifying long-range weapon, the opponent must have a way to break into his body and greatly reduce the force of the heavy sniper.
Therefore, Fan Xian only allowed himself to shoot once.
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Fan Xian was so cautious and valued Yan Xiaoyi so much, naturally he had his reasons. He studied under Fei Jie's education since he was a child, and when he was less than sixteen years old, he mastered the tricks of the Overwatch Council to track and assassinate. The killing of Xiao En by the North Sea had already proved his strength.
However, after going deep into the mountain forest in the north of Danzhou, Fan Xian set up traps along the road to eliminate the traces. With the help of the dense forest and steep and dense leafy land, he tried to get rid of Yan Xiaoyi's pursuit, but he was still unsuccessful. Yan Xiaoyi and his party, Always keep a distance of about a hundred feet from him.
It wasn't until the end that Fan Xian figured out that Yan Xiaoyi was a hunter in the mountains back then, and he seemed to be born with a sensitive sense of smell for prey. Since he was his prey, it was of course difficult to get rid of the pursuit. And as for those traps, I'm afraid they are nothing in Yan Xiaoyi's eyes.
When Fan Xian was secretly admiring Yan Xiaoyi on the high mountain, there were several muffled groans and screams from the big tree below where he had temporarily stopped.
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Yan Xiaoyi looked indifferently at the soldiers who were impaled to death by wooden nails, there was no sadness in his eyes, but a wildfire began to burn. Since Danzhoubei abandoned his horse and entered the mountain, three of his five personal soldiers had died in Fan Xian's tricks and traps along the way, and the person who died in front of him at this time was the fourth.
Following up to this point, Yan Xiaoyi, who is a peerless powerhouse of the ninth rank, who is close to the realm of a grand master, has the same thoughts as Fan Xian at this time, and has a little admiration for the other party.
Yan Xiaoyi knew how much damage his arrow on the cliff, especially Lord Ye Liuyun's sword, had done to Fan Xian. If it was said that Fan Xian's level was ups and downs in the ninth rank before, then Fan Xian, who was seriously injured and had to travel all night, could at best be considered a master of the eighth rank.
He thought that it would be easy for him to kill a seriously wounded Fan Xian by himself... But such a seriously wounded person was able to set so many traps in the mountains, some of which were traps. , even Yan Xiaoyi himself couldn't fully discover it, so he killed his subordinates and prevented him from moving forward.
There is a smell of corruption in the mountains and forests. No one has entered the primeval forests in the north of Danzhou. The swamps are adjacent to the rocky mountains, and the beasts are fighting with the vines. Flora, and the denser the flora, the more dangers lurk within.
I don't know if this smell of corruption is from animal corpses, or from the accumulation of old fallen leaves, exhaled by the hot sun. In short, it smells very bad and very pungent.
Yan Xiaoyi sniffled, and slowly circulated the true energy in his body, and it was very difficult to sniff out the excellent smell that was covered by the rotten smell.
In the trap, there is such a smell in the mechanism, and the death of Yan Xiaoyi's four capable soldiers also originated from this. If he hadn't been looking carefully at this time, he probably wouldn't have been able to smell it.
Yan Xiaoyi didn't forget that Fan Xian was a student of Mr. Fei Jie, and he was one of the most vicious people who used poison in the world.
Somewhere in the forest, there is still the poison arranged by Fan Xian.
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Looking at the mountain, Yan Xiaoyi narrowed his eyes, wondering where Fan Xian got so much energy and courage to support him for so long.
Thinking of this, a confident smile appeared on the corner of his lips, the more powerful the enemy, the happier he would be to kill him.
"Captain..." The only soldier who survived swallowed, and said in a trembling voice: "Once you enter the dense forest, it will be difficult to get out alive..." He lowered his voice and said, "After all, Fan Xian doesn't know this group of people like you. A secret path in the mountains."
Yan Xiaoyi glanced at the soldier indifferently, and said nothing. The mountains in the north of Danzhou and the virgin forest in the mountains are the key to separating the land traffic between Qing Kingdom and Dongyi City. If there is no secret road However, this siege of Dadongshan is impossible to succeed. Since half a year ago, Yan Xiaoyi has put all his attention on the matter of transporting troops through the secret road, and he is very familiar with the horror of this secret road and the surrounding mountains and forests.
But it was also because of this that he had a little respect for Fan Xian's ability to support him until now.
"Five thousand brothers at the foot of Dadong Mountain are waiting for you to go back... don't you think you can let that outsider lead?" The soldier was obviously stunned by the four dead brothers and Fan Xian's bloody poison, so he didn't pay attention to Yan Yan. Xiao B lowered his head and said with a look in his eyes:
"Even if Fan Xian can get out alive, there is an eldest princess in Kyoto, so why bother?"
After a moment of silence, Yan Xiaoyi waved his hand, as if to signal the soldier to stop talking.
His hand was just right on the soldier's face.
With a crisp sound, the soldier's head was distorted and distorted like a squashed watermelon, and his facial features were squeezed together by a palm, without even a muffled groan, he fell straight up like this on the ground.
Yan Xiaoyi glanced indifferently at the corpse on the ground, walked to the back of the big tree, knelt down and pressed the piece of weeds flattened by Fan Xian, to confirm that Fan Xian had not been away for too long, confirmed that Fan Xian The direction to leave, and then silently chased after him.
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Looking at the figure that appeared and disappeared in the optical sighting lens, Fan Xian took a breath, affected the injury on his back that was shaken by the arrow, and coughed twice in a low voice. He didn't have the time to marvel at the magic of the black box, it could preserve this heavy sniper so well, and the optical aiming lens was still so clear... He only cared about admiring Yan Xiaoyi's mobility and powerful sixth sense.
I have been lurking in the grass for a while, staring at the area up the mountain, almost locked on Yan Xiaoyi's body several times, but Yan Xiaoyi seems to be able to sense the danger innately, every time after standing still for half a second, he will He will start to move again, and with the help of the shelter of towering trees and dense branches and leaves, he will approach the mountain step by step.
Fan Xian took a deep breath, worried that his previous cough would point out Yan Xiaoyi's direction, suppressed the sharp pain in his back forcefully, got out of the grass, and climbed a distance of more than a hundred feet diagonally upwards. They found another big tree that could only be encircled by at least five people, and leaned against the trunk, gasping for breath.
The air was poured into his throat quickly, the scorching temperature and the greed of oxygen in his body made every breath of him extremely fast, he felt bursts of dryness and tingling in his throat, and a pang of sadness began to rise in his chest tearing.
Fan Xian loosened the tie around his neckline, closed his mouth forcibly, breathed through his nose, and cursed a few words in his heart, wondering why he was so confident even though he had a heavy hand—the recoil was not strong, so why didn’t he dare? Try the amount in advance
Before he could finish his inner monologue, he felt something strange, and his whole body immediately tensed up.
Then he heard a light beep, and the giant tree behind him seemed to tremble slightly.
It should be an arrow.
Fan Xian didn't react at first, but he immediately realized that all the soldiers were dead, and that this arrow...was naturally sent by Yan Xiaoyi, and his pupils shrank suddenly!
He immediately bent his legs slightly, relaxed his entire knee, and leaned forward slightly. This was the only way he was able to change his posture at this moment.
This posture can relieve the force, let the whole body fall forward along the powerful force behind it, and try to resolve it as much as possible.
If you block hard at this time, the end must be very miserable.
With a muffled hum, Fan Xian was shocked and fell forward. With a puff, a mouthful of blood spewed out of his mouth. He fell down among the tall grass and bushes. He had countless fine cuts on his face and hands. .
In the giant tree behind him, the bark about the size of a palm is completely open, exposing the white trunk inside, and a delicate little arrow sticks out like a poisonous snake that has been lurking for a long time. In the center of the circle, the white tree trunk was shattered inch by inch by the powerful true energy of the arrow.
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Fan Xian didn't have time to look at the vision on the tree behind him, and he didn't have time to be thankful that he didn't put down the box on his back. He didn't even have time to wipe the blood from the corners of his lips, and he had already started another escape, relying on his domineering attitude. Infuriating, supporting his tired body, he ran wildly towards the top of the mountain.
In less than five seconds after Yan Xiaoyi disappeared from the scope, he was already within a hundred meters of himself. This kind of movement, this kind of terrifying mobility really made Fan Xian feel a little chilled.
A moment later, Yan Xiaoyi, who was dressed in light armor and looked like a god, appeared behind this big tree, but his body was covered with mud at this time, and he looked extremely embarrassed.
Yan Xiaoyi observed indifferently, and chased after him again, but when he moved his feet, he subconsciously fell into the grass again.
He could feel that a danger that chilled him a little bit had almost locked himself in before.
Yan Xiaoyi had felt this kind of breath before, that was in the streets and alleys of the capital full of white mist.
However, what puzzled him was that he was able to lock his own destiny from such a distance, unless... Fan Xian had already reached the realm of a great master, or, like himself, had the help of a magic bow.
But he still lay cautiously in the grass.
Fan Xian, half-kneeling and aiming at the high place, found that the target was always hidden in a blind spot. He couldn't help cursing a few words inwardly, retracted his sniper, swallowed the fishy-smelling blood pouring into his mouth, and rushed to the top of the mountain.
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There are high mountains in the north of Danzhou, but probably no one knows that on the top of this majestic mountain where Yan Xiaoyi and Fan Xian sniped each other, there is actually a flat mountain, and the top of the mountain is as flat as a grassland. Not a single big tree, just knee-deep grass, like a green felt, spreading out all the way.
The strange meadow on the top of the mountain stretches all the way to the edge of the cliff.
In the grass by the cliff, Fan Xian set up the brackets and put the black box beside him calmly. Climb down, but it is daytime, if Yan Xiaoyi shoots down with a bow, he will only die.
And he didn't want to run away anymore. The reborn man with a heavy sniper was hunted down by primitive people with bows and arrows, and he was hunted down so embarrassingly. He felt very ashamed. If he died like this, he would die in the underworld. He will definitely be laughed to death by those former sages, especially the one surnamed Ye.
However, the optical sight still couldn't capture Yan Xiaoyi's figure, and Fan Xian's forehead began to drip cold sweat—his figure was well hidden, but the general area was already controlled by Yan Xiaoyi, and the end of the meadow was close to the cliff There is only such a large area, Yan Xiaoyi will always approach him.
And the closer Yan Xiaoyi was to him, the smaller his chances of winning.
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Yan Xiaoyi finally showed his figure, like an eagle, walking along a strange track in the grass. Obviously, although he didn't know what was in Fan Xian's hand, he could clearly understand what was in Fan Xian's hand. He realized that the other party had something that could threaten him.
The muzzle of Fan Xian's gun was sticking out in the grass, and it kept swinging from side to side, but he still couldn't lock on to the figure that was walking fast.
Although the other party sometimes moved forward and sometimes retreated, as if drawing a spiral trace, Fan Xian knew better than anyone in this world that the spiral would always go up, and Yan Xiaoyi was gradually shortening the distance between himself and him.
Five hundred meters away.
Sweat dripped from Fan Xian's forehead faster and faster, gradually getting into his eyes.
Four hundred meters away.
Fan Xian gradually felt a sense of helplessness, a sense of emptiness after the world was in my hands, but he found that everything was just an illusion. With the arrow in his hand, he can shoot himself into a hedgehog.
Three hundred and fifty meters away.
If Yan Xiaoyi was really allowed to bully him, based on Fan Xian's current state, there was absolutely no way he could escape from the hands of the ninth-rank powerhouse.
Until this moment, Fan Xian finally understood the meaning of the heavy sniper in his hand, that is - it has no meaning! No matter how powerful a weapon is, it still depends on whose hands it is in. Trying to sweep the world with a single heavy sniper is nothing but a fool's lie.
I can't even snipe Yan Xiaoyi to death, let alone those old monsters on the top of Dadong Mountain.
Sweat ran down the small cut on his face cut by the blade of grass, and there was a sharp pain, but Fan Xian's heart gradually calmed down. He knew that Yan Xiaoyi could not be allowed to approach him any longer, but he couldn't use the scope to lock on to that fast The moving figure, at this critical moment of life and death, seemed to need some luck.
Courage and determination are needed more than luck.
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"Yan Xiaoyi!"
A loud shout came from the meadow on the top of the mountain. Fan Xian, who was dressed in black, stood up from the grass with a bang, raised the sniper rifle in his hand, and aimed at Yan Xiaoyi who was not far away.
This loud shout disturbed the ignorant creatures in the meadow. A cunning mountain rabbit started to run towards the nearest cave. A field mouse that was gnawing grass roots stopped under the ground. The forelimbs hang down slightly, ready to run wildly at any time, and countless birds hiding in the grass start to flap their wings, ready to fly to this fierce land.
Following this cry, in that flash of lightning, Yan Xiaoyi made a decision that he regretted for the rest of his life, maybe he had no time to regret it.
He stopped his figure, took off the gold-wrapped longbow behind him as fast as he could, and stood extremely steadily on the meadow with his feet one in front of the other. He pulled the bowstring to the full moon with all his strength, and a cold arrow shot branch, aiming straight at Fan Xian who appeared in shape.
At this moment, Yan Xiaoyi saw clearly what Fan Xian was holding, but he didn't recognize it. Maybe it was the most advanced crossbow machine of the Overwatch Council
But now that Fan Xian has shown his body and started to confront himself head-on with the courage he hadn't shown all day and night, Yan Xiaoyi gave Fan Xian this chance.
It's not that the governor of Yanda is arrogant, but he knows that if he keeps walking at a high speed and shoots arrows at the same time, he won't necessarily hurt that little boy who is more cunning than a rabbit, more timid than a field mouse, and better able to escape than a bird.
And at a distance of one hundred feet, as long as he stands firm on his foundation, he will definitely be able to shoot Fan Xian to death. Even if he can't shoot him, he won't give Fan Xian any chance to fight back.
As for the strange-shaped object in Fan Xian's hand...
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Human psychology is like this, for mysterious and unknown things, there is always fear of the unknown, so Yan Xiaoyi was so cautious before, but when he saw the "thing" made of metal, he naturally put him It is regarded as the most powerful weapon newly developed by the three departments of the Overwatch Council.
If you know what it is, you won't be afraid anymore, especially for an arrogant and conceited peerless powerhouse like Yan Xiaoyi, who has been immersed in the art of arrows for decades, and his natural talent gives him enough self-confidence. No matter how fast the enemy's crossbow arrow is, it is impossible to be faster than his own reaction.
Even if he heard the sound of the arrow, no matter how much he avoided the sound of the machine spring, he would still be unharmed. Could there be an arrow faster than the sound in this world
Yan Xiaoyi didn't believe it, so he stood still indifferently, drew his longbow, pointed it at Fan Xian, and let go of his fingers.
The arrow flew out.
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All of this happened in an extremely short moment, from Fan Xian bravely standing up from the grass, to Yan Xiaoyi standing firm, and then to Yan Xiaoyi letting go of his fingers, just ordinary people blinking. I rolled my eyes.
Fan Xian's speed was obviously not as fast as Yan Xiaoyi's, so when he clearly saw the arrow spinning at high speed and getting closer to his body, he pulled the trigger forcefully.
A spark exploded from the muzzle of the sniper rifle, very gorgeous.
The longbow in Yan Xiaoyi's hand was humming, his posture was still as heroic as a god shooting the sun, and then his pupils shrank, because...
He saw that spark.
He also heard the muffled sound very clearly.
However, he had no way to escape.
Because the opponent's "arrow" is really... faster than the sound!
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With a pop, it was like a paper bag being smashed by an urchin, like the bucket used for showering in the old house in Danzhou being smashed open by a stone.
Half of Yan Xiaoyi's body split apart in an instant. His powerful body and tyrannical flesh and blood all turned into a flower, a blood-stained flower, blooming on the blue meadow. put.
Unsurprisingly, he fell heavily. At this moment, he finally remembered the legend from that year.
At the same moment, the arrow shot by Yan Xiaoyi also ruthlessly pierced into Fan Xian's body, sending out a streak of blood, nailing Fan Xian's body firmly to the meadow slightly protruding from the edge of the cliff.
Time passed again, the mountain rabbit got into the narrow cave, the voles put down their forelimbs, and started to run wildly in the dark, the birds in the grass also flew up, turning into a large white feather, flying in the sky above the meadow on the top of the mountain. Flying at a loss.
At the two ends of the meadow, there are two deadly people lying there.
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