Fan Xian reached out and reached out to catch the black box in the scattered silver ingots on the ground.

The slightly rough but very textured touch of his fingers, this familiar and wonderful feeling, seemed to infuse infinite courage and true qi into his body in an instant, so that he abandoned all timidity and fear, and was full of confidence, without paying attention to the ship that was about to crash behind him.

However, he threw himself into the cabin, a sequence of movements that was too fast to notice that anyone was beside him.

So when he was a hundred times more ambitious, he carried a black box on his back, ready to snatch out of the cabin, enter the mainland, and dominate the world...... At that time, he was stunned to find that there was an extra person wearing the official uniform of the Supervision Yuan beside him, and he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

was just stunned for a while, because this person was Hong Changqing, a confidant of the Qi New Year group he gave him a heavy responsibility. didn't have time to talk about anything, Fan Xian just glanced at him, and the meaning of this glance was very clear-Lao Tzu sent an arrow, why didn't you run away?

Hong Changqing looked back at him in a daze, and the meaning in his eyes was very clear-130,000 taels of silver, where would he be willing to lose it and run?

The so-called sympathy, could it be this kind of eye contact?

............ With a touch of his eyes, Hong Changqing stood behind Fan Xian very quickly, and Fan Xian's left hand, which was as difficult to escape as a dragon, also grabbed the back of Hong Changqing's neck.

An arrow was extremely accurate in Hong Changqing's waist and abdomen, bursting with countless blood flowers, Hong Changqing's face turned white at once, although he took a step forward to block the arrow for Fan Xian, but he never thought that this arrow would break through his sword wind so easily, and hit his body.

The arrow did not stop, and it pierced into the silver ingots scattered on the board, and it happened to be stuck into the silver ingots, which looked like iron sticks wearing steamed buns, which was very cute...... It's scary.

Fan Xian had a calm face, holding the box in one hand and the back of Hong Changqing's neck in the other, and rushed towards the stern of the boat, with arrows falling like rain behind him, tracking his footsteps and chasing his soul, but he didn't let his feet mess up a point, slow down a point.

"Find the black rider and meet again!"

Fan Xian stepped on the railing at the stern of the boat, slapped his palm on the chest and abdomen of Hong Changqing, who was unable to speak, and handed in a trace of Tianyi's gentle true qi, temporarily helping him seal his bloodline, and his person, like a big bird, took advantage of the power of this beat, jumped up, and flew up lightly but extremely quickly.

The next moment, he had already landed on the shore, and did not look back at Hong Changqing, who had fallen into the sea tragically, although he didn't know what kind of damage that arrow brought to Qingwa, but he firmly believed that Qingwa would not die, since he could come out alive from that hellish island on earth, he would definitely survive this time.

This may be a psychological self-comfort, or a blessing, or maybe Fan Xian really believes in Qingwa's ability to pretend to be dead.

―――――――――――――――――――――― sea.

Xu Maocai covered half of his bleeding cheeks, and said fiercely, "Anti-oar!" The sailor warship under him began to turn its rudder with great agility, away from the battle on the coastline. At this time, there was a thick smoke on the sea, mixed with the white mist, making people's vision worse, Xu Mao knew that he must take this opportunity to stay away from this land of right and wrong, according to the young master's plan, start drifting on the sea, and rush back to Jiaozhou when necessary.

The boat quickly retreated in the seawater, Xu Maocai stared at the white sailboat on the coast, his eyes shrunk, he could no longer help Fan Xian at this time, and he was very worried about whether Fan Xian could escape.

Boom!

The only one intact of the three naval warships, like a killer whale that rushed to the shore to catch sea lions, fiercely and unstoppably crashed into the White Sail Officer of the Supervision Yuan!

Disturbed by this powerful impact, the sea water on the shore seemed to boil, setting off a half-man-high wave, with the shore as the center, spreading strongly to all sides, only listening to a series of clicks, the official ship of the Supervision Yuan seemed to be about to be knocked apart by this impact.

And at the moment of collision, six or seven figures, with the tremendous force of the impact, took off from the naval warship, still maintaining a perfect formation in the air, and landed on the stern of the strong vibration of the official ship of the Supervision Yuan.

The most breathtaking thing is the one among the six or seven people, Yan Xiaoyi, who is dressed in black sè thin armor, is like a god, volleying into the air, landing steadily on the deck at the stern of the ship like a rock, and after landing, he does not move at all!

Beside him were five guards in the northern camp.

Yan Xiaoyi arrived quickly, but Fan Xian and the subordinates of Qi Nian's group ran faster, and at this time, the official ship was empty except for the silver ingots and sawdust all over the ground.

Yan Xiaoyi stood at the stern of the boat, staring at the shore indifferently, staring at the black spot that was going away quickly, turning back his wrist, and shaking his right arm!

At some point, the Soul Eater longbow with gold silk appeared in his hand, loading arrows, controlling the strings, and a series of movements in one go, like flowing water.

At this time, the distance between the stern of the boat and Fan Xian's body on the shore was not far or close, and it was the distance where the longbow could exert the most lethality.

This arrow has condensed Yan Xiaoyi's jīng god and power, which has reached the peak, and it seems that it has faintly broken through the limit of the so-called speed, passing through the diaphragm of space, and the gods and ghosts are invincible, one moment is still on the bowstring, but the next moment it has come to Fan Xian's back!

Fan Xian didn't have time to turn back at this time, and he couldn't turn back, even if he became the person with the fastest dodge in the world under Wuzhu's training, but after a night of fighting and escaping, he still had no way to dodge Yan Xiaoyi's fastest and most domineering arrow since last night.

............ The tip of the arrow slammed into Fan Xian's back unexpectedly, no, it should have been the black sè box that Fan Xian was carrying!

There was a muffled grunt from the fog on the shore, and the black dot seemed to stumble a little, and almost fell to the ground by the arrow, but for some reason, it immediately stood up and galloped into the distance.

Not dead?

Not dead!

Covered by a thick fog, everyone on the boat could only vaguely see Fan Xian's figure, even if his eyesight was as strong as Yan Xiaoyi, he didn't see the details of the other party in that arrow. Yan Xiaoyi's five pro-soldier masters all showed a trace of fear and doubt on their faces, and after chasing Fan Xian all night, everyone's confidence gradually lost.

There are people in this world who can slip down from a smooth cliff hundreds of feet high!

There are actually people in this world who can be hit by the Metropolitan Governor's full strength, but they just stumble!

These pro-soldier masters suddenly thought of the origin of the person they were chasing, the legendary Heavenly Veiner, and many, many stories related to Fan Xian.

Yan Xiaoyi's heart will inevitably have some emotional turmoil, but he is indifferent to that face, and he can't see the changes in his heart. As soon as he tapped on the railing, the man had drifted to the shore, and the sound of a horse team galloping could be faintly heard in the woods on the shore.

The five pro-soldier masters at the stern of the ship glanced at each other and swept to the shore with resolute faces.

After a while, a team of cavalry galloped into the forest and gave up the mounts under the seat to Yan Xiaoyi and his group of six.

Yan Xiaoyi's preparation can not be said to be inadequate, this trip was booby-trapped in Shanzhou, it was actually carried out by land and water, with horses under him, how could Fan Xian escape?

With the sound of horses' hooves, the party that pursued Vantis disappeared into the mist on the shore, and the white-sailed ship on the sea, after being hit, began to sink slowly into the icy waters, and the sea was littered with corpses and debris.

Hong Changqing jumped, Fan Xian jumped, Yan Xiaoyi and his soldiers also jumped, and 130,000 taels of silver also sank.

The hunt continues.

After ――――――――――――――――――― a day, in the primeval dense forest in the north of Lanzhou, behind a big tree, Fan Xian, dressed in black, was sitting on top of the moss, gasping hard, and from time to time reaching out to wipe the blood oozing from the corner of his lips.

Then he gently stroked the small dot on the surface of the box in his arms, and felt a chill, he knew the sturdiness of this box since he was a teenager, and he couldn't leave a trace with the black dagger given by Mr. Fei, but who would have thought that Yan Xiaoyi's volley of arrows left a mark on the box.

It can be seen that Yan Xiaoyi's arrow is so strong as Cheng dù.

Presumably those people didn't expect that they would dare to directly block that arrow, a smile appeared on the corner of Fan Xian's lips, with such a box on his body, if he didn't use it as a bullet armor, he would be stupid.

It's just that he knows that although the box blocked the arrow from piercing his body, there was no way to block the sharp arrow intent and the powerful shock force transmitted, so his internal organs were injured and injured, and his true qi began to show some signs of chaos.

That's why he was trapped in an area less than ten miles within a radius of less than ten miles by Yan Xiaoyi's pursuit team in the dense forests in the north of Shanzhou.

However, Fan Xian was not worried, but began to be faintly excited in his heart, he suppressed his slightly panting breath hard, and gently picked the fingers of both hands to open the narrow box of black sè.

The boxes were those unpretentious, even simple-looking metal strips, but Fan Xian knew that this was far less than the domineering and beautiful thing with the gold-wire longbow in Yan Xiaoyi's hand, but it was the most terrifying weapon in this world.

He closed his eyes and rested for a moment, then his hands began to move quickly in the box, and with a series of simple and beautiful sounds in Titicaca, a weapon that did not belong to this world in the first place appeared in his hand calmly.

The last time this weapon appeared in this world, it directly led to the bizarre death of the two princes of Qingguo, created the ascension of Prince Cheng, and also gave His Majesty Qingguo the opportunity to sit on the dragon chair. From a certain point of view, the destruction of the Great Wei Dynasty was a change in the general trend of the world, and the strength of the Qing Kingdom...... The source of all the qiē is the heavy sniper in Fan Xian's hand at this time.

M82A1, a simple codename, a box of black sè, a legendary artifact.

............ After dealing with this qiē, Fan Xian closed the box, held the gun in his arms, and took a nap, but he couldn't enter the real meditative state, first, Yan Xiaoyi in the mountains and forests behind him was like a mad tiger, adorning himself deadly, and secondly, the metallic texture from his arms made his jīng god a little scattered.

He felt as if he was not in Qingguo, not in this world, as if he was fighting to the death against those vicious mercenaries in the mountains and forests of Yunnan in the old world that had been lost for many years.

This ridiculous feeling made his whole mind become a little distorted, but the intense exhaustion and anticipation of excitement later made him not throw down the gun.

Fleeing all the way from the seaside to here, Fan Xian has never had a chance to fight back, perhaps because of the attack of caution in his bones, he has always just carried the box to the dense forest. When passing through Lanzhou, he was afraid that it would bring unknowable disasters to the people and grandmothers in the city, so he naturally couldn't go to ask for help, so he pulled an arc far away and led Yan Xiaoyi and his party to the mountains and forests behind the cliff.

The previous picture of the gun has confirmed that Fan Xian has not lost this training over the years, and he still remembers that when Cangshan was newly married, he would practice on the snow mountain with this heavy sniper every night, so his chest was full of confidence.

If Yan Xiaoyi is a powerhouse who exerts the power of long-distance cold weapons to the extreme, then Fan Xian is a junior brother who has trained hard for a long time and tried long-distance sniping for the first time.

This is a duel between the pinnacle of cold weapons and the gunpowder civilization.

And this comparison, from the very beginning, is unfair.

............ Bang!

An arrow slammed into the big tree that Fan Xian was leaning on.

But Fan Xian didn't open his eyes, nor did he make any defensive moves, he knew that the few people Yan Xiaoyi brought were also tracking archery masters, listening to the sound of arrows, he knew that Yan Xiaoyi was on the opposite mountainside, staring at the movement here, and the two places were far apart.

It was impossible for him to be stupid enough to reveal his body in such a small temptation.

I don't know how long it has been pranayama, Fan Xian opened his eyes, knowing his physical condition, in such a complex and difficult sniper battle in the mountains and forests, he can't get enough rest, it is difficult to recover, he can't spend too much time here.

He re-tied the black box to his body, used his dagger to cut off some vine branches and leaves for camouflage, carefully examined the five small traps he had left behind the tree, and carefully walked towards the hill with the heavy sniper rifle in his right hand and the large tree as a cover.

Thinking of the people who died this night, Fan Xian crawled and licked his dry lips.