snatch snatch snatch!
A burst of dense sounds sounded from all directions of the carriage. This was the sound of crossbow arrows hitting the wall of the carriage, and it was also a soul-stirring piece of music.
At this moment, an unknown number of crossbow arrows shot at the carriage where Fan Xian was, especially the arrows from the terrifying crossbow hidden in it, which directly pierced the carriage with incomparable momentum. superior!
bang.
The black carriage bounced helplessly, the shaft shattered by the might of the crossbow, and jumped among the rocks, looking like a frog waiting to be slaughtered.
However, the carriage did not fall apart.
Fan Xian lay down on the floor of the carriage with his body low, and forcibly circulated the true energy in his body to eliminate the huge impact this time. Looking at the big hole under the corpse of the groom beside him, he couldn't help being a little shocked. The power of this giant crossbow It was so powerful that it even shot through a hole in the floor of the carriage, exposing the rocks and snow below.
Fan Xian knew how strong the special carriage of the Overwatch Council was. Between the inner and outer two layers of wooden boards were iron wire wool and a thin but hard steel plate. He was protected by the carriage of the collective wisdom, and he was afraid that he would have died long ago under the attack of this burst of crossbow arrows that was as dense as ice rain.
He listened to the sound of howling crossbow arrows outside, and knew that the enemy's primary target must be himself. Although he didn't know how the ambush enemy saw through the Overwatch Council's change of train, he knew that this was not the time to think about the cause and effect, because His ears judged that in such a short period of time, the speed of the crossbow arrows shot at the valley by the enemy who killed him was so fast that it had already surpassed the number of Qing troops attacking foreign cities on the battlefield!
Kill yourself by attacking a city!
Such a powerful crossbow attack and the opponent's meticulous preparation made Fan Xian feel a breath of death.
Obviously, the enemies in the valley were also very surprised that the carriages in the valley were so strong that they could withstand the power of the crossbow.
The crossbow rain was still flying, and the valley was filled with the sound of howling and neighing. At the beginning of the attack, Fan Xian's scream had already notified his subordinates of the Overwatch Council. Those swordsmen and spies from the Sixth Division quickly hid in the car, except for the driver who stayed outside and those who stayed outside. The state army sent from Weizhou did not have such good luck.
The crossbow bolts ruthlessly pierced into the heads of the state soldiers, into the chest, belly, and eye sockets of the steeds, piercing and tearing, tearing these living flesh and blood away from the life they were attached to.
There was no way to avoid it, more than half of the more than one hundred state troops died under the first wave of arrow rain, and those horses hissed miserably and fell to the snow, blood staining the black snow in the valley , looking horrible.
There are corpses everywhere, arrows everywhere, blood everywhere, and death everywhere.
The carriages, on the other hand, became the last bastion of the members of the Overwatch Council, persevering pitifully in the wind and rain, like a boat in the ocean, which might be swallowed by huge waves at any time. In just a split second, countless black crossbow bolts were shot into the carriage compartment, and the crossbow bolts penetrated into the compartment wall, pierced into the steel plate, and remained firm without falling... The carriage in the valley looked like a coffin box, and countless ghost molds suddenly grew out of it. hair.
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There were several tooth-piercing sounds of strenuous crossbow being wound up in the forest, accompanied by extremely low gasping sounds.
Whoosh!
That terrifying giant crossbow was shot out again, but this time it not only aimed at the carriage where Fan Xian was in, but also aimed at the carriage in front of it.
The crossbow slammed into the black carriage, and with a loud bang, the carriage jumped again, and then fell miserably to the left!
What a huge force this is.
Fan Xian hid in the carriage, feeling everything around him turned upside down in an instant. A powerful shock threw him off the floor of the carriage. From the corner of his eye, he could see obliquely above himself, a sharp metal crossbow arrow had already smashed the carriage wall. It was pierced, and pierced in eeriely, only half a foot away from his chest and abdomen.
It was so dangerous, Fan Xian looked at the all-metal crossbow bolt and saw the sawdust and steel pieces brought out from the crossbow bolt shaft, knowing that the carriage would not last long.
The carriage should not be too heavy, so when designing, only a thin layer of steel is sandwiched between the two layers of wood. After all, those weird people in the third place would never have thought that some enemies would use their guards when they sniped. The crossbow of the city!
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Fan Xian knew that he could no longer sit still, so he took two quick breaths of slightly sweet air, taking advantage of the moment the carriage capsized, his whole body had already slipped out of the hole in the bottom earlier.
Obviously, the assassin in the valley didn't think that Fan Xian would find a way out that wasn't in his consideration, so his reaction was delayed for a moment.
It was at this moment that Fan Xian's toes touched the ground, and he didn't dare to stop at all. He turned around forcibly, drew a few strange lines on the open space in the valley, and zigzag towards the woods on one side of the valley.
Whoosh, whoosh, more than ten slender but sharp crossbow bolts ruthlessly shot into the place where Fan Xian was before, hit the floor of the overturned carriage, and shot into the mud and snow at the bottom of the valley!
The danger was not over yet, Fan Xian screamed, his whole body flew up, and he slapped a piece of bluestone on the ground with one hand, narrowly dodging the second wave of crossbow arrows.
The bluestone shattered, the traces of people disappeared, and the crossbow arrows shot into the air!
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Fan Xian darted into the forest, pulled back, tied the white fox fur on his body to his left leg, took out a pill and ate it, then took off his black official uniform, and put it on backwards.
With one hand he pulled out the black slender dagger from his boot, and with the other hand he held the hilt at his waist, and he disappeared into the woods like a ghost.
Before disappearing, he whistled again, but he didn't turn his head to look at his precarious cronies and subordinates in the valley.
The officials of the Overwatch Council had already died several times, and all of them had died at the moment before.
When Fan Xian's carriage was overturned by the strong crossbow, these subordinates were worried about his safety, and disregarding the order that Fan Xian had conveyed by howling, they forcibly opened the door of the carriage, and shot towards the valley with the crossbow arrows they carried with them, trying to win some When it was time to relax, they rushed to Fan Xian's carriage.
However, the officials of the Overwatch Council use hand crossbows, which are obviously not as long as those in the mountains and forests. Although the swordsmen of the Sixth Office are trained like the gods of death in the dark, they are still in the face of such a sudden rain of crossbows. There is no chance of fighting back.
But in an instant, the crossbow shot the Overwatch Council official who had just opened the car door into a hedgehog, and the official's eyes were still open.
The man with the fastest movement was only six steps closer to the carriage where Fan Xian was, before he was nailed to the ground by three crossbow arrows.
Fan Xian saw this scene, but his face became calmer, with a hint of pale indifference in the calmness. Only when you are calm can you fight back most effectively.
fight back.
When he got out of the carriage, he swung three times in a row, but he was still shot by a crossbow arrow in his left thigh. Although it was just passing by, it still hurt like fire.
The fox fur is a bit soft, and it fits well on the wound on the thigh.
Just to fight back.
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There were snow forests on both sides of the valley. The sound that made Fan Xian's ears twitch was the shadow's warning. He knew that the shadow was in the forest over there, so he chose the opposite direction.
He believed in the strength of the shadow, no matter how many people there were in the forest over there, the shadow could kill those crossbowmen or fall into the shadow of death.
And the forest here must be done by Fan Xian himself.
Such dense crossbow rain must stop, otherwise everyone in the valley will die.
And as long as the crossbow rain stopped, giving the Overwatch Council spies in the carriage a chance to escape into the forest, Fan Xian believed that the sons of the sixth office would definitely use the black swords in their hands to reap the lives of these snipers.
Harvest cleanly, leaving no one behind.
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A few hasty whistles came from the snowy forest. It was obvious that the enemy had discovered that Fan Xian had entered the snowy forest and was dispatching manpower to try to carry out a final sniper attack.
No one dared to underestimate a commissioner of the Overwatch Council or a ninth-rank expert, so these whistles to convey orders seemed a little flustered. At this time, the number of crossbow arrows shooting into the valley was also significantly reduced, because the people who sniped and killed the carriages It was clear that their target was Fan Xian. If Fan Xian didn't die, all of them would die.
It's just that although the crossbow arrows were much less, they still maintained enough density and deterrent force to force the swordsmen of the Overwatch Council to stay in the carriage.
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The search and sniping continued. In the snow near the mountain, there was a sound of snow treading, and a man with a crossbow looked around vigilantly.
The snow suddenly split open, and a black dagger pierced deeply into his lower abdomen.
The dagger stirred a bit, then pulled it out, in order to let the poison develop faster.
The man lowered his head in pain and despair, looked at the young man in white in front of him, and wanted to call for help, but his throat was cut by a black light.
With a hiss of blood spurting out, he clutched his throat, knelt down on the snow, and with a powerless right hand, the crossbow in his hand shot towards the snow next to his knees, the strong shock force made his dying body jump , fell on the snow with a muffled sound.
After Fan Xian slit the man's throat, he flew forward indifferently, hiding behind a tree, watching the man's last move with cold eyes, his heart was slightly chilled, and he did not forget to inform his companions of the enemy's situation when he was about to die. The army is indeed the most powerful team in the world.
All the way through the snow forest and up the snow-capped mountains, Fan Xian had already killed more than a dozen people, and his body felt a little tired. He also clearly knew that there were more than two hundred crossbowmen who ambushed him this time, and there were many of them. As a young master, it feels a bit difficult to do it yourself, and it seems that the shadow side has not yet been completely successful.
The other party really paid a high price.
At this time, he had already penetrated two sniper lines and came to a place near the top of the mountain, because he knew that those powerful city defense crossbows were placed here. He was close to his goal, and he didn't care about the warning signs before the person's death. Stealth and assassination were actually more physically and mentally exhausting than fighting head-on, so he decided to change his method.
A fine sound of trampling snow sounded in the woods, and a team of crossbowmen nervously patrolled the surrounding area. Half of the crossbowmen were sent to hunt down Fan Xian, and some were suppressing the carriage in the valley. No one expected that Fan Xian could break through the two defense lines and reach the top of the mountain without a sound.
Because not many people in this world know that Fan Xian has learned assassination and preventing assassination since he was a child. This instinct of a stalker has entered his blood.
The snow flew again, as if a snow line suddenly appeared on the ground, a snow shadow flashed over from behind the tree, taking advantage of the opportunity of snowflakes falling from the tree, it turned into a straight line and rushed over!
So fast!
These crossbowmen only felt a blur in front of their eyes, and then felt a chill in their throats, and the crossbow arrows in their hands shot out randomly in nervousness.
Aggressive.
Among the crossbow arrows that criss-crossed and hidden dangers, Fan Xian swept out. The black slender dagger in his left hand slid across the throats of these crossbowmen. Chopped over.
The left hand is delicate and delicate, while the right hand is domineering.
On the left is a black line, on the right is a mass of bright color.
Crossbow arrows flew, shot towards the sky, and shot into the dense tree trunks of the snowy forest. Outlined by the black lines and soaked in bright color clusters, a group of crossbowmen screamed again and again, and fell to the ground one after another, blood flowing turbulently .
With a bang, the sword in Fan Xian's right hand met strong resistance at the end.
Fan Xian didn't touch the ground, he sprinted back, and stood three steps in front of the man, looking at him coldly.
The other party held the knife in both hands. Although he was a little afraid, he still looked directly into Fan Xian's eyes forcefully, and shouted in his mouth to inform the nearby partners.
Fan Xian still didn't move, looked at him coldly, and then uttered a word: "Duh!"
As soon as the voice fell, his black dagger had already shot out, and his men followed the black dagger extremely quickly... shot out, like a shadow trailing behind the black dagger!
But in an instant, Fan Xian arrived in front of that person, and the black dagger also arrived in front of that person.
Disturbed by the word duo, the man yelled fiercely, slashed down with both knives, and slashed the black dagger onto the snow.
Fan Xian let out a strange cry, lifted his body two feet up, flipped his right wrist, and stabbed the long sword upside down at the man's empty door!
Being able to survive has already proved the strength of that person. I saw him retreating three steps quickly, not letting go of the hilt of the knife with both hands, and dancing on his own. The momentum of the sword.
There was a crisp sound.
When the knife was broken, the man's chest felt tight and he spat out a mouthful of blood. How could he be against the domineering true energy attached to Fan Xian's sword.
But he also managed to get rid of Fan Xian's sword, giving himself a chance to survive.
However, in order to maintain his extremely high speed and agility, Fan Xian even gave up his sword!
He swarmed up like a ghost, pounced into the opponent's middle, without fancy, but slapped the opponent's chest very quickly and steadily.
After several clicks, the man's sternum was broken inch by inch, his eyes protruded, and he died tragically on the snow.
Fan Xian turned around and swept, picked up the long sword and dagger from the snow, touched the snow forest with his toes, and floated into the top of the forest like a frightened bird.
See you no more.
This time, there were only three bangs, bangs, bangs, the so-called lightning, that's it.
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Fan Xian looked at the three crossbows under the forest, and couldn't help but feel chilled. As expected...they were city crossbows. Countless doubts and uneasiness surged in his heart, but at this time his people were still trapped in the valley. , it is impossible for him to think too much.
The city crossbow with strange and terrifying shape is installed on the top of the mountain. There are wooden discs and iron pivots below to control it.
Fan Xian clings to the snowy forest, squinting at this scene, he can't help but think of the powerful impact on his carriage.
Thinking of those who died in the valley.
The city crossbow was still being released slowly and steadily, two of the carriages in the valley had been smashed, and the Overwatch Council suffered heavy casualties.
So even though Fan Xian discovered that there were three masters above the seventh rank in the field, he still didn't hesitate at all, turned into a big white bird, and rushed towards the three city crossbows.
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"put!"
The man next to the city crossbow who was clearly the commander suddenly shouted loudly.
What was released was not a city crossbow, but a dense rain of arrows suddenly shot out from the lower left of the forest!
These snipers were obviously prepared, and Fan Xianren seemed to be unable to avoid the rain of arrows in mid-air, but then everyone saw a scene that left them dumbfounded.
Fan Xian pulled his right hand and turned his clothes over to cover his head and face, but his body fell to the ground like a stone!
It's not taking a breath to forcefully reverse the body shape, but directly dissipating the true energy in the body!
Let yourself fall to the ground like a fallen leaf, like a stone following the laws of nature.
It seems simple, but the powerful shock between the transformation of true energy is enough to break the meridians of most masters in the world, and only a congenital monster like Fan Xian can use this method.
No one thought that Fan Xian could fall down like this, so most of the crossbow arrows were shot at the sky and the frightened birds in the forest. Only a few crossbow arrows hit Fan Xian's body, but he specially made it for himself by relying on the Overwatch Council. His official uniform and the extremely domineering Qi in his body blocked it.
But Fan Xian still felt as if he had been struck by lightning. A pain penetrating into his bones made his eyes red. He knew he had suffered internal injuries, and he was afraid that the surface of his body had already begun to bleed.
As soon as his feet touched the ground, his whole body fell down, and like a snow fox, he slid along the snow surface extremely quickly and floated towards the three city crossbows.
The crossbow arrows shot into the snow behind him, densely inserted, as if they were doing a good job for him.
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An extremely fast knife came to meet him. Fan Xian flipped his wrist, and the black dagger spread out like a black shadow. In a moment, it met the knife fourteen times.
With fourteen jingling sounds, the swordsman backed away in panic, his complexion paled for a while, obviously suffering from a dark loss, but he finally managed to stop Fan Xian in front of him.
Fan Xian squinted his eyes and knew that this swordsman must have an extremely important position in the army, and there were two other masters like this on the top of the mountain.
And what Fan Xian needed was time.
So he retreated into the arms of the attacker behind him, with his wrist in his backhand, and the black dagger stabbed out from under his arm.
The man behind him gave a strange cry, discarded the knife, and clasped his palms together, risking the poison on the dagger, to pinch Fan Xian's dagger.
It's just that Fan Xian's thrust was so powerful that the dagger finally slipped past the man's fleshy palms and pierced into the man's body a little.
The man shouted wildly, and slapped Fan Xian on the back of the head with his palm.
Fan Xian didn't look back, but returned his palm.
Immediately afterwards, the dagger was pulled out and back, and hit the man's face with the hilt. Fan Xian seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, and the hilt pierced the man's eye sockets.
The man extended his left palm again, blocking Fan Xian's knife handle by an inch.
Fan Xian pressed his thumb, and a sharp blade shot out from the handle of the knife, piercing the man's palm, and then piercing the man's eyeball!
On the shore of the North Sea, even Xiao En suffered from Fan Xian's trick, let alone these strong men in the army.
The man didn't cover the eyeballs where the liquid was splashing all over the place, and howled miserably, knowing that he was going to die, he hugged Fan Xian from behind extremely forcefully!
He wore Fan Xian's dagger on his left palm and eyeballs, and his right arm was tightly around Fan Xian's throat.
The swordsman in front of him also slashed over with his sword. The sword was as fast as lightning, and it slashed straight at Fan Xian's face!
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Fan Xian snorted, pulled out the dagger from the eye socket of the man behind him with a bang, and stabbed directly at the swordsman in front of him.
Unexpectedly, the swordsman disregarded his own life and death, let out a loud drink, and let Fan Xian's dagger penetrate his right chest without stopping.
It seems that even if these strong men in the military risked their lives, they still wanted to leave Fan Xian's body in this valley not far from the capital.
However, Fan Xian's stabbed left arm was still stretched out straight, with a dagger in front of his arm, and... a hidden crossbow on his wrist!
There was a slight sound of the machine spring, and today he used crossbow arrows to kill many of the swordsman under Fan Xian. He suddenly found that his eyes went black, and then a sharp pain came. root crossbow.
Two delicate black arrows were stuck in the swordsman's eyes.
Fan Xian let out a sharp breath, took the powerful man behind him and took a step forward, missed the swordman's blade, and used his iron shoulder to resist the opponent's right hand, with a click, it was still the swordman The guest's hand was broken.
Fan Xian lifted his foot and kicked it out.
With a muffled sound, the swordsman in front of him was kicked ten feet upside down by the kick mixed with resentment and domineering, and smashed hard on the tree trunk.
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And at this time, the third person was finally killed.
Fan Xian's feet hadn't been retracted yet.
But he has been waiting for this person all the time, ignoring the person behind him who is hugging him tightly, his right hand has already grasped the hilt of the sword sticking out from his shoulder.
With a scoff, the man behind him broke both arms!
Like plum blossoms blooming to meet the wind and snow, like a small boat swimming in the sea, without a trace of a sword looking around in a daze, Fan Xian was cold and stern, and stabbed with his sword.
Jianfeng trembled lightly, seemingly weak, but actually stubborn, caring about the front and not the back, left and right, winning in the indomitable way forward.
It was the sword that Fan Xian buried at the bottom of the box, and it was also the most powerful sword he used when facing the enemy. If it wasn't for the most dangerous moment, he would never have used it.
Look around the sword.
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The sword edge passed through the throat of the strong man in the army, and lifted him into the air in the snow. His eyes protruded and stared at Fan Xian, his hands were limp and weak, and a pair of scimitars fell into the snow.
Those eyes seemed to be talking, expressing their fear and confusion, as if they were saying, how could such a sword come so silently
At this time, the strange change happened again.
Fan Xian picked out one person with his sword, tied another person behind him, and another person appeared under the snowy ground he was standing on!
A gray figure emerged from the snow, carrying a faint aura, holding a rapier, and stabbing out against Fan Xian's back!
This is the real killer.
Fan Xian lurked and killed countless people in the snow, but facing the siege of three strong men at this time, he was really exhausted physically and mentally, so he didn't notice the strangeness in the snow at all.
It was at this moment of victory that the enemy's last killer finally appeared.
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At this moment, Fan Xian only had time to take a step forward, and then felt a burning pain that spread from his waist to the back of his neck.
That faint sword directly pierced through Fan Xian's official uniform that could resist ordinary attacks, leaving a long and miserable wound on his back!
The sword intent didn't stop, it soared into the sky, cutting through Fan Xian's hair tie.
The person who had been sticking behind Fan Xian had already been knocked into the snow by the sword.
Behind Fan Xian was the assassin who had been hiding in the snow for a long time.
His back was severely wounded, his long hair was hanging weakly behind him, and the sword that was about to take Fan Xian's life, Fan Xian's mental and physical strength was almost exhausted at this time, and he couldn't mobilize his body in an instant. Domineering and infuriating.
He just had time to turn around.
look back.
The loose black long hair flung out, weakly hitting the cheek of the last assassin.
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Where the hair fell, a thin needle was pricking the assassin's temple next to the cheek, trembling slightly, as if a gust of wind might blow the needle off.
However, the assassin's body froze for an instant, and the sword aimed at Fan Xian's heart did not have time to go out.
Fan Xian slashed the assassin's throat with his flat palm, causing blood to rain from the back of the assassin's neck.