Li Xian's eyes narrowed almost in a straight line, he had hardly aimed at a target so seriously since two years ago. After pulling the hard bow away from the full moon, he did not shoot the feather arrow at the first time, but adjusted his breathing to the best state, slowly and steadily.

A good archer in ancient times is actually a sniper in modern times. Strength, wind direction, and even breathing will affect the trajectory of the feather arrow, and Li Xian must ensure that this arrow is shot in his best condition.

When his breathing stabilized to a strange state, his eyes froze!

Arrows come out, like meteors catching the moon.

There is no way to describe the speed and accuracy of this arrow, and there is no way to describe the style of this arrow.

Two points are chic, three points are calm, and five points are domineering.

The arrows took on an almost straight trajectory in mid-air, and the clusters of arrows emitted a heavy color in the afterglow of the setting sun. The arrow pierced the air, giving the illusion that the arrow had stopped time at this moment.

Li Xian's eyes widened instantly after shooting this arrow, and the moment the bowstring bounced back, the second arrow had been withdrawn from the quiver, and his movements were smooth without a pause, and the cooperation of the two hands had reached a point of palpitation. The first arrow flew out, and he had put the second arrow on his bow. Almost at the exact same angle and strength, the second arrow flew out like black lightning again, heading straight for Wen Yao's throat. The same time, the same action, Li Xian's third arrow shot! Seventy paces away, before the first arrow flew in front of Wen Yao, the third arrow had already chased the second arrow and flew out.

Li Xian even had the illusion that the first arrow had pierced Wen Yao's throat.

However, he experienced a faint disappointment in the next second. These three arrows are the pinnacle of archery in his life, and they are the most perfect performance after all these years of hard training.

It's a pity that his arrows are fast, and Wen's hands are also fast.

Almost no one saw the arrow fly straight down Wen Yao's throat, and similarly, almost no one saw when Wen Yao came out with the knife.

A three-foot-long knife suddenly appeared in Wen Yao's hand, and he conjured a sharp knife with a wide back and a straight back out of thin air in his hand like a great magician. No one saw where the knife came from, or when the hand held it.

When there was a crunch.

The blade pinpointed the cluster of arrows and knocked the swift armor-piercing cone flying, and then two swords flashed, splitting the second and third arrows almost at the same time.

Three armor-piercing cones flew out in a whirlwind and nailed themselves to a large tree not far away.

The seemingly slender feather arrows shook the tree for a while, and the leaves were shaken off a lot.

Li Xian's eyes suddenly widened, and he looked at the man's knife outside the woods in disbelief.

Zhang Zhongjian once said that this eunuch named Wen Jiao was given a knife by Yang Guang, the emperor of the Great Cause, which shows that his sword skills are deeply respected by His Majesty the Emperor. Not many people have seen how amazing this knife is, and in fact, those who have seen it have basically died under that knife. And Li Xian saw not only one knife today, but three knives.

If Li Xian is asked to describe that person's knife in one sentence, it is that he is not a human being.

Daxi Changru is a master of swordsmanship, and his hand has stabilized to the point of mutual indignation. And Wen Yao's hand has transcended the word stability, and can even be described as mechanical. Unbeatably fast, unmatched precision.

Wen Jia slashed three arrows with three knives, and slowly turned to look at Li Xian.

When he saw that the young man with the bow was still standing there, his eyes involuntarily narrowed slightly.

"Interesting"

Wen Yao whispered three words. These three words express a lot of meaning, there is surprise, appreciation, and even a little jealousy.

Li Xian also said three words, which also showed a very rich meaning, including surprise, appreciation, and naked-naked, undisguised jealousy.

"W-!"

With that, he turned and ran.

Wen Yao saw that the young man's fourth arrow was already on the bow, and he thought that he would send another arrow, but he didn't expect the young man to turn around and run, and the fourth arrow was forced to hold back. The smoothness and decisiveness of this action made Wen Yao involuntarily stunned.

"Little one, can you run?"

Wen Yao smiled indifferently, the blade flashed behind him with a spin, his two hands behind his back, holding the knife very casually and taking a step very casually. It seems that he is not in a hurry, because the frequency of his legs is not at all fast, but every step he takes is large, and every time he lands and bounces up, he will float some distance in mid-air. So what doesn't seem like a fast pace is actually extremely fast.

Li Xian hunched his body and didn't look back at Wen Jia at all. For the previous three arrows all missed, in fact, he was already prepared in his heart. The reason why he came back from a counterattack actually didn't have much confidence to kill Wen Yao at all, and his purpose was to lure everyone who stayed here away again. He wants to mobilize all the 1,200 Long Tingwei with his own strength, and let everyone chase him alone, so that Zhang Zhongjian and them will really be safe.

He's in a hurry.

As long as it was night, it would be much easier for Zhang Zhongjian and them to leave after dark.

And another important reason why Li Xian came back was that he wanted to confirm whether Ou Siqingqing was caught by Wen Yao. Fortunately, there is one gain and one loss. Lost, is not to kill Wen Yao. Yes, I know that Ou Si Qingqing is still safe. Although he couldn't guess how Ou Si Qingqing used to dodge Long Tingwei's attack, he really felt a sense of relief now. The next thing he had to do was to run for his life with all his attention.

As Li Xian himself said, there may be no one in this world who has more escape skills than him.

As he ran, he changed angles from time to time. Even the most agile cheetah is not as dexterous as he is, and even the most adept of running antelopes is less cunning than him.

Wen Jian chased closely after Li Xian, his brocade clothes fluttering, and he was not left behind by Li Xian at all. Li Xian's running speed surprised him, and what surprised him even more was the direction in which Li Xianxuan fled for his life.

Yamashita

Where the Bloodriding's warhorse is.

Wen Yao stared playfully at the young man flying in front of him, and he was actually quite shocked in his heart. He didn't expect that the young man would guess that there was no ambush for the war horse.

Li Xian guessed correctly, Wen Jiao was playing a game that made him feel a little excited. The crux of the game is that there are almost all the gates of death on all sides, and that place is the door of life.

This is a loophole deliberately left by Wen Yao, he just wants to see the jokes that those horse thieves dare not go to pick up the horses.

He didn't expect that the young man would be able to guess it.

If he knew that the team led by Huang Luan had also completely fallen into Li Xian's calculations, he was afraid that the surprise in his heart would be even stronger. He was never a man to underestimate his opponents, nor would he ever overestimate them. But this time, it was clear that he had underestimated the teenager's mind.

"I really can't let you live."

Wen Mo muttered.

Li Xian galloped all the way, and his eyes lit up when a broken wall appeared in front of him. He was not annoyed that the wall was blocking his way, in fact the wall itself was one of his plans to escape. This is not the cliff near where Zhang Zhongjian and the others are hiding, but the place that Li Xian had already paid attention to when he went up the mountain. In fact, from the beginning of the mountain, Li Xian, who seemed to be a little panicked, saw the terrain clearly. A man who has been running for his life since he was an infant, it has become his habit to keep an eye on the road back.

rushed to the front of the more than 30-meter-high cliff, but Li Xian had no intention of stopping. He was like a young eagle practicing flight, and he jumped straight off the broken wall!

In mid-air, Li Xian threw his hard bow down the mountain, and quickly took out the dagger from the deerskin bag. Then he wrenched in the air and slammed the dagger into the cliff. There was a screeching thud, and the dagger stabbed into the stone and sparked. In this way, Li Xian's body slid down on the broken wall, and with the help of the dagger, the speed of the fall was gradually slowed. When he was still three or four meters high from the ground, Li Xian kicked on the broken wall with both feet at the same time, and a beautiful backflip landed firmly on the ground.

Picking up the hard bow with his hand, Li Xianfeng rushed forward.

He has a dagger, and he can cut gold and jade, so he dares to jump off the broken wall without slowing down. Although Wen Yao had a knife in his hand, he couldn't stab into the rock so easily. But he didn't stop either, but shouted a word out loud.

"Umbrella!"

The green kite, which was more than ten meters behind him, immediately threw the big black umbrella that had been put away forward, like a black streamer, and the big black umbrella shot quickly towards Wen Jiao.

Wen Jia didn't look back, reached out and grabbed the big black umbrella, and then shook his wrist.

With a bang, the umbrella opened.

He also jumped straight off the broken wall, floating down with his umbrella.

Li Xian glanced back, and happened to see Wen Yao's stunning figure flying down. He was stunned for a moment, and then scolded in a low voice.

He didn't dare to pause in the slightest, and walked through the dense forest like crazy.

In this way, after flying by and being chased for more than half an hour, Li Xian could already see the bright light outside the dense forest in the distance. As soon as you get out of the woods and rush down the high slope, there is the place where the blood rider left his warhorse. If Wen Yao didn't lie, then as long as he rushed there at the speed of a big black horse, even if Wen Yao could fly, he wouldn't be able to catch up with him. But Li Xian was actually a little apprehensive in his heart, he was worried that Wen Xian's people had already killed all the war horses.

At the moment when he rushed out of the woods, Li Xian pouted and whistled loudly!

There was a neighing of a war horse from the bottom of the mountain, responding to Li Xian's whistle. When he heard the cry of the big black horse, Li Xian's heart suddenly relaxed.

He ran all the way down the high slope, and when he was about to rush down the high slope, suddenly, a strong uneasiness and fear accompanied by the whistling wind made Li Xian immediately break out in a cold sweat. He dodged to the side and then turned around, pulling out the black straight knife from his back at the moment. He only had time to hold the black knife in front of his chest, and a huge black shadow had already slammed into him like lightning.

Dang!

The huge force knocked Li Xian directly upside down and flew out, he only felt a suffocation in his chest, and then a fishy smell surged up in his throat. After a mouthful of blood spurted out involuntarily, Li Xian finally saw what the black shadow was.

It was the big black umbrella, and after putting away the umbrella bone, it was thrown over by Wen Yao as a throwing gun. If it weren't for Li Xian's quick reaction, he would have been pierced through his chest by the black umbrella that was not sharp and thick. If it weren't for the fact that the black knife was made of meteorite iron, which was far tougher than ordinary steel, the black umbrella would still be able to smash Li Xian's internal organs into a puddle of flesh.

There are not so many coincidences in the world, Li Xian has been able to escape again and again over the years, not because of any coincidence or luck, at most the biggest reason is simply because he is a prepared person. He is a madman, a madman who will do anything to make himself stronger in order to survive, a madman who is always ready to deal with a life-and-death crisis, a madman who will never have only one means to save his life.

If he hadn't asked for Ou Si Qingqing's soft whip before going up the mountain, even if the black knife could block the stunning blow of the black umbrella, he would have broken his bones and tendons because he fell from the high slope, and even if he didn't fall to his death, it would be impossible to escape.

Before he lost consciousness for a short time, he dropped the black knife down the high slope and quickly pulled out the soft whip, shaking his hand, and the soft whip wrapped around a large tree to gradually slow down his fall.

Even so, Li Xian, who fell off the high slope, still fell and fainted with annoyance afterwards.

And Wen Yao, who didn't have a big black umbrella, swept down the high slope like a fairy.

The boy fell into the grass, and the big black horse rushed over but could not stop his master from falling unconscious. The black horse stretched out his tongue and licked Li Xian's cheek, anxiously arching his mouth in the hope of waking up the master.

The teenager was really tired.

Before he fell unconscious, he saw the old and dilapidated temple again, and seemed to see the wrinkled old nun again, and it seemed that he had returned to that snowy day.

Wen Yao slowly walked in front of Li Xian, stared at the young man's dirty but delicate face, and sighed slightly.

"You can't break free from your fate after all."

Wen Jia sighed lightly and slowly raised the horizontal knife.