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 was always on the boat, wrapped in the 130,000 taels of silver, and 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... Reluctantly fire a shot, if you shoot indiscriminately on the coast, you will surely become the most useless traverser 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. Wind speed, air temperature, refraction of light... The so-called loss of the slightest, the difference of thousands of miles, is talking about this kind of thing.
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 all the methods of tracking and assassinating people in the Overwatch Council. Killing Xiao En by the North Sea back then had already proved his strength.
However, after going deep into the mountains and forests in the north of Danzhou, Fan Xian set up traps along the road to eliminate traces, and with the help of dense forests and steep, slippery and dense leaves, he tried to get rid of Yan Xiaoyi's pursuit, but he was still unable to succeed. Yan Xiaoyi and his party always kept 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 Tanzhou North 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 originally 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 even had little traps. B himself couldn't fully discover it, so he killed his subordinates and prevented his progress.
There is a smell of corruption in the forest. The primeval forest in the northern part of Danzhou is uninhabited for thousands of miles. The swamp is adjacent to the rocky mountain, and the beasts and vines are fighting. The more dangers there are inside.
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, slowly circulated the true qi in his body, and it was very difficult to sniff out the excellent smell that was covered by the rotten smell.
There was this smell in the trap and on the organs, and the death of Yan Xiaoyi's four capable soldiers also came from this. If he hadn't been looking carefully at this time, he probably wouldn't have been able to smell it.
Yan Xiaoyi did not forget that Fan Xian was a student of Mr. Fei Jie, and he was one of the most vicious people who used poison in this 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 stronger 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, but said nothing. The mountains in the north of Danzhou and the primeval forests in the mountains are the key to separating the land transportation between Qing Kingdom and Dongyi City. If there is not that secret road, the siege of Dadong Mountain would not be possible at all. Since half a year ago, Yan Xiaoyi has put all his attention on the matter of transporting soldiers through the secret path, and he is very familiar with the horror of this secret path and the surrounding mountains and forests.
But it was also because of this that he had a little respect for Fan Xian's support 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 Yi lowered his head and said, "Even if Fan Xian can get out alive, there is a long 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.
There was a crisp sound, and the soldier's head was distorted and deformed like a flattened watermelon. His facial features were squeezed together by the palm, and he didn't even make a muffled grunt, just standing upright like this. fell to 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, and confirmed that Fan Xian had not been away for too long. The direction that Xian left, 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 thought that all the soldiers were dead, so this arrow...was naturally sent by Yan Xiaoyi. 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. .
On 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 corner of his lips, and he had already started another escape. Relying on his domineering true energy, 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 the big tree. It's just that his body is covered with mud at this time, and he looks extremely embarrassed.
Yan Xiaoyi observed indifferently, then chased after him again. Just 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. It was in the streets and alleys of Kyoto 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 there is a flat mountain on the top of this majestic mountain where Yan Xiaoyi and Fan Xian sniped each other. The top of the mountain is as flat as a grassland, and strangely, there is not a single big tree, only the long grass that is knee-deep, spreading out like a green felt.
The strange meadow on the top of the mountain stretches all the way to the edge of the cliff.
In the grass on the edge of the cliff, Fan Xian set up the support, and put the black box beside him peacefully, the expression on his face had become calm. He knew that he had no way out, even if he climbed down the cliff with a box on his back, but it was daytime, if Yan Xiaoyi shot down with a bow, he would only die.
And he didn't want to run away again. He felt very ashamed that the reborn man with a heavy sniper was hunted down by primitive people with bows and arrows, and he was hunted down so embarrassingly. If he died like this, he would definitely be laughed to death by those former sages in the underworld, especially the one surnamed Ye.
However, the optical sight still couldn't capture Yan Xiaoyi's figure. Cold sweat began to drip from Fan Xian's forehead—his figure was well concealed, but the general area had already been controlled by Yan Xiaoyi. There is only such a large area near the cliff at the end of the meadow, 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 Fan Xian had in his hands, he could clearly understand 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 trace of helplessness, a feeling of emptiness after the world was in my hands before and then he found that everything was just an illusion. There was no way I could shoot Yan Xiaoyi... and Yan Xiaoyi would be able to use the arrow in his hand to shoot himself into a hedgehog if he got closer.
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 trickled 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 he couldn't let Yan Xiaoyi approach him any longer, but he couldn't lock the fast-moving figure with the scope. At this critical moment of life and death, he seemed to need some luck.
Courage and determination are needed more than luck.
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"Yan Xiaoyi!"
There was a loud shout from the meadow on the top of the mountain. Fan Xian, who was dressed in black, stood up from the grass with a hush, 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 forequarters drooped slightly, ready to run wild at any time, and countless birds hiding in the grass began to flap their wings, ready to fly to this fierce land.
Following this cry, in that fleeting moment, 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 know this thing, 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 stood firm on his foundation, he would definitely be able to shoot Fan Xian to death. Even if he couldn't kill him, Fan Xian wouldn't be given 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. And when he saw the "thing" made of metal clearly, he naturally regarded it as the latest powerful weapon developed by the three Overwatch Council departments.
If you know what it is, you will naturally no longer be afraid, especially for such an arrogant and conceited peerless powerhouse like Yan Xiaoyi. Decades of immersion in archery and his natural talent gave him enough self-confidence. He always thought that no matter how fast the enemy's crossbow arrows were, they couldn't be faster than his own reaction.
Even if he hears the sound of arrows and the sound of machine springs and avoids it, he can still be unharmed. Is there an arrow faster than 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 a very 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, it was just ordinary people blinking their 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, and his posture was still as heroic as a god shooting the sun. Then his pupils narrowed because...
He saw that spark.
He also heard the very clear muffled sound.
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 down hard. 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 field mouse put down its forequarters, and began to run wildly in the dark, the birds in the grass also flew up, turned into a large white feather, and were at a loss over the meadow on the top of the mountain. flying.
At the two ends of the meadow, there are two deadly people lying there.