It is the end of midsummer, the whole continent is shrouded in high temperatures, although this vast mountain is close to the sea, but because of the topography, it cannot accept the humidity and coolness of the sea breeze, but it is just blindly stuffy, so there will be such a strong smell of rot in the mountains and forests, so many palpitating dangers.

The meadow on the top of the hill is drier because it faces the sky, and the terrain is dangerous, so there are no large predators.

At this time, it was almost noon, and the white sun was spraying the heat desperately, and generously gave most of it to this meadow, and the light was so intense that the grass poles that were originally cyan began to shine white at this time, and you can imagine how high the temperature was.

The animals have gone into the soil to escape the heat, and the birds have returned to their nests in the treetops on the mountainside, waiting to come back tomorrow morning in search of grass seeds for food.

The whole meadow is quiet, quiet, only occasionally blown by the mountain wind, will set off the waves when the blue and white, the world porcelain blue background and comfortable white clouds, gently looking at these waves, the whole world, very beautiful.

It would have been more perfect if it hadn't been for those two humans and the blood that had flowed from those humans.

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With a groan, Fan Xian slowly opened his eyes that were covered with sweat and blood, he squinted his eyes and looked at the sky, and found that there seemed to be a point of light in his pupils that could not be driven away, he did not react, this is a problem after being irradiated by the blazing sun for a long time, subconsciously reached out to wave, but found that his right hand was very heavy, and he was still holding the heavy sniper tightly in his hand.

He waved his left hand again, and then there was a pain that penetrated deep into his bone marrow, and he couldn't help but scream loudly!

The pain brought him to his senses. His eyes drooped slightly. looked at the feather arrow on his left chest in a daze, and all the feather arrows pierced into it. Only the last arrow feathers were left outside the body, and the blood kept pouring out, staining the black feathers even more bloody.

Bend your left leg slightly. Reluctantly, he reached for the black dagger in his boot with his right hand, and reached it very slowly and carefully under his back, following the tiny gap between his body and the meadow. Cut gently.

Buried deep in the earth, the shaft of the arrow was severed, and his body suddenly relaxed, but the slight shock caused a sharp pain in his chest. His face turned pale, and he almost screamed again.

Hold back the pain. He used his dagger to remove most of the arrows that poked out of his chest. Only a small head is left so that it can be used to draw arrows later.

Do it all. The pain had already made him sweat countless times, and those sweats had even wiped the blood off his face.

He was facing the sky on his back. Breathing heavily. His eyes looked at the blue sky and white clouds in the sky with some distraction. He didn't even bother to avoid the glare of the sun, because he felt that there was nothing better in the world than to live. If you don't see the sun again. How much I regret it.

Fan Xian's luck was very good, Yan Xiaoyi's arrow accurately hit his left chest, but the arrow was on the right track. Fan Xian just pulled the trigger, and although the recoil of the M82A1 was not large, it still made his body move backwards.

This is it. Let Yan Xiaoyidi's arrow hit a little higher than expected, avoiding the vital point of the heart. Inserted under the left shoulder.

As for whether Yan Xiaoyi is dead. He didn't want to bother at all. He just felt tired. I really want to lie down like this, on this soft meadow. Isolated on top of a hill. Enjoy a rare rest. Besides, if Yan Xiaoyi hadn't died. In his state at this time. There is only the place where they were killed.

Case. Why bother?

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But he had to pay attention to it, because there were still many things in the world waiting for him to do. A moment later. On the quietly suffocating meadow, a frail figure appeared, Fan Xian dragged his seriously injured body, and with the sniper rifle, step by step, walked through the meadow, towards the pool of blood.

In the past, Fan Xian always felt that 300 meters was too close. It was so close that it made him creepy, but at this time, he felt that these three hundred meters were so far away, so far that there seemed to be no end.

By the time he walked to Yan Xiaoyi's side, he was so tired that he couldn't stand anymore, his legs kept shaking, the most precious weapon in the world, supporting the weight of his whole body, and the fine barrel of the gun sank deep into the dirt.

Fan Xian didn't care, no matter how powerful the weapon was. In fact, it is not much different from a crutch, and if you can't throw it away, you may never be able to walk alone.

He looked at Yan Xiaoyi in a pool of blood, his eyes narrowed, his brows furrowed, his mood was complicated, and he didn't know what kind of emotions he should have.

The blood had long since been spent, seeping into the dirt beneath the green meadows. Yan Xiaoyidi's upper left body has all gone, and it has become some meat foam with an indistinct shape, which looks like a tomato that has been pinched and exploded, and the red ground pulp and pulp are sprayed indiscriminately, which is very terrifying.

Fan Xian has followed Fei Jie to dig graves and appreciate corpses since he was a child, and he doesn't know how many eerie and terrifying scenes he has seen, but looking at the scene in front of him, he still can't help but turn his head.

Obviously, Fan Xian's shot was still crooked, but the powerful power of the anti-materiel weapon was fully demonstrated at this moment. suffered such a powerful blow, even if he was a strong man in the ninth rank of this world, he still had to pay the price of his life.

Fan Xian calmed down, turned his head, and walked to Yan Xiaoyi's intact head, ready to reach out and close the strongman's eyes.

However...... He saw the dilated pupils, but stopped moving, as if he thought the man was still alive.

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"Maybe you'll still hear me. Fan Xian was silent for a while, and began to speak, with an irrepressible cough in his voice, "I know you think this is unfair, but things in the world have never been fair. ”

Yan Xiaoyi didn't react at all, her pupils were dilated, and she stared at the sky.

Fan Xian was silent for a while and then said: "Your son, I didn't kill him, he killed him with a sword, and I will avenge you in the future." ”

I don't know why next to Yan Xiaoyi's corpse, Fan Xian would tell such a lie. Actually, his idea was very simple. He felt that this kind of death was unfair to Yan Xiaoyi. For this kind of gifted and strong man, death is very unjust, and he knows better what a person will think before he dies.

For example, what is the most important thing in Yan Xiaoyi's heart - if it is said that Yan Xiaoyi thinks that he is the murderer of Yan Shen alone. But Yan Xiaoyi couldn't kill himself to avenge his son. This strong man is only afraid that he will be extremely sad.

This sentence. It's just to settle Yan Xiaoyi's geocentric. However, Yan Xiaoyidi's eyes still didn't close. Fan Xian smiled self-deprecatingly. I thought to myself that I was comforting the dead. Or are you comforting yourself?

He whispered, "They are not wrong. Your land is indeed strong. You can even try to challenge those old monsters. So I can't kill you. It is not I who will kill you. ”

After a moment of silence, Fan Xian continued: "This thing is called a gun. It is the essence of civilization...... Although this essence is not a good thing for that civilization. ”

Yan Xiaoyidi's eyes still didn't close. It was just a gurgling sound at the neck bone. The head tilted, and it fell into his own flesh. This nine-rank powerhouse was already dead, but his skeleton was shattered by the bullet. At this time, I finally couldn't bear the weight of my head. It fell, like a fallen leaf.

Fan Xian was stunned. He looked at the dead man's bloody face in a daze, and didn't know how to speak for a long time, and after a long time, he looked up at the sky, as if he wanted to find some trace from the blue sky and white clouds.

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Those who are good at fighting die in soldiers, and those who are good at swimming drown. And the good shooter dies by the arrow. This is a wise quote that people have summed up. Yan Xiaoyi, who was brilliant in archery, finally died under a Barrett. Regardless of whether the outcome is fair or not. Regardless of whether the process is absurd or not. But the pool of flesh and blood everywhere proved the bloody and naked nature of this truth.

Yan Xiaoyi was the strongest enemy in the land that Fan Xian had killed since his rebirth, and he still maintained respect for this pool of flesh and blood on the ground. Especially this day and night of pursuit. Let him finally understand a truth and figure out one thing at the last moment of life and death, which will undoubtedly play a very big role in his future life.

He is too afraid of death, so he is always cautious and gloomy, and he is decisive in killing. But I have never had such a bright mood as Begonia. Wang Shisanlang is so obsessed with courage. until he was forced to the edge of the cliff by Yan Xiaoyi. He really broke the darkness in his heart and bravely stood up from the grass. He raised his gun.

He has since stood up.

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Maintaining his respect for Yan Xiaoyi, Fan Xian still began to carry out follow-up work ruthlessly after getting used to this pool of flesh and blood. He took off the longbow wrapped in gold wire next to the corpse of the other party, and laboriously dragged the half-mutilated corpse towards the edge of the cliff.

Standing on the edge of the cliff, he measured his bearing, then slowly crouched on the ground, picked out a stone, and began to carve the corpse. At this time, the sun was extremely strong, between the blue sky, white clouds and green grass, a handsome and pale young man kept chopping the corpses around him with stones, blood and water splashed everywhere, and the scene looked extremely disgusting.

He pushed half of Yan Xiaoyi's body and the stone off the cliff, and there was no echo for a long time.

After doing all this, he was already tired enough, and the sharp pain in his chest made him a little unable to stand, and he sat on the ground in embarrassment, feeling a little dizzy in his head.

He knew that he had to rest and heal, and that the remaining flesh and guts in the grass would be digested by the creatures of this primeval forest in a few days, and he had to erase the traces left by the heavy sniper.

He coughed twice, and the small arrow that shook the earth's heart trembled slightly, and a heart-rending pain spread, making him snort.

Not at the same time, the top of Dadong Mountain, far away from the wonderful meadow on the top of the mountain, in the building of that Qingmiao, was besieged in the Dadong Mountain Emperor Qingguo, through the window, looking at the faint morning light outside the window.

"I don't know if the boy will be able to return to Kyoto safely. He said slowly, this should be the first time that Emperor Qingguo has shown such gentleness to Fan Xian in front of outsiders.

Old Eunuch Hong smiled slightly, and his deep wrinkles were full of calm, just like there were no five thousand powerful rebels under the mountain, and there was no great grandmaster wearing a hat on the ladder to climb the sky.

"Lord Xiao Fan is talented, and there are no great characters outside Dadong Mountain. The old eunuch Hong said gently: "The road should not be difficult, the key is after returning to Beijing." ”

"It's not hard to deal with things in Kyoto. Emperor Qingguo smiled slightly: "I love this child more and more. Look at him again this time. ”

Old Eunuch Hong sighed in his heart. I thought that since I like it, why doubt and temptation, how different is this from the way he did it to the second prince back then?

The emperor no longer talks about the bastards who escaped. Turned to look at Old Eunuch Hong. Calmly said: "This time." I trust in you. ”

The old eunuch Hong was still hunched up. After being silent for a long time, he said slowly: "The slave is the slave of Qingguo. Since the founding of the country. I always look forward to my Daqing Dynasty to dominate the world. Able to serve His Majesty. It's the luck of the old slave. ”

This is not a show of loyalty, between the emperor and the old eunuch. There is no need for such superfluous words. But to this day. The army besieged the mountain. The old eunuch Hong still spoke slowly, as if he was eager to tell the emperor what he was thinking.

The emperor quietly looked at Hong Siqi, and his face gradually became solemn. After a while, he shook his hands. bowed to the old eunuch Hong.

As the supreme emperor of the throne. Salute a eunuch. Of course, this is an incredible scenario, but Hong Siqi is indifferent. Calmly and even somewhat indifferently accepted this salute.

The Emperor straightened up. With a resolute look on his face, he said, "I promised you." I promised to give Qingguo land. I promise to the world and the earth...... In the future, I will show you. ”

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It was already dark. The fog has long since lifted. The rebel camp was on a small hillside behind a few rows of green trees at the foot of Dadong Mountain. The black-clad rebel commander calmly watched the movement at the mountain gate. Serenity's eyes were full of peace, without a trace of excitement and high-spiritedness.

"No more attacks. Useless. The black-clothed commander said calmly to the people around him. It's like talking about a short matter in parenthood. The attitude is gentle, but there is no room for doubt.

Carrying the long sword, the earth cloud Zhilan glanced at the mysterious figure. The brow furrowed slightly, although he did not agree with the other party's judgment. But there is no rebuttal. This siege in the Dadong Mountains is like a thunderstorm that is destined to alarm the world. As a master of swordsmanship, Yun Zhilan doesn't want to have the slightest impact on the overall situation because of himself.

There was silence at the mountain gate, and the remnants of the hundreds of forbidden troops had withdrawn behind the mountain gate, but the rebels' five thousand longbowmen attacked several times. But it was all repelled by the defense forces in the mountains and forests. And this time the offensive was launched. It is the attacking force with the masters of Dongyi City as the core.

Yun Zhilan is strong for the children of Jianlu. There was a very strong confidence in the desire to have them lead the archers to attack. Even if there is a hidden tiger guard in the mountains and forests behind the mountain gate, the Emperor of Qingguo's most powerful tiger guard. There will always be a hole in it.

Not to mention the most powerful ...... in terms of the forbidden army. Little junior brother, when he faced the same door of Dongyi City. Do you want to keep doing it?

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In the morning, the birds were frightened and rushed out of the treetops with a bang. A few green leaves were torn off, so you can imagine what the birds were like when they rested all night.

What alarmed the birds was the snow that lit up like a splash of light.

A piece of snow is a knife.

Kill mercilessly with a long knife.

The snow in the sky, I don't know how many soul-devouring long knives danced at the same time, to create such a bleak and terrifying scene.

The sword qi in the forest was vertical and horizontal, and it spilled out thoroughly in an instant, encroaching on the trees that were usually fruitful, but at this time they were extremely fragile, cutting countless bark and tree trunks, crackling out, and popping in the soil.

Countless muffled grunts and screams rang out in an instant, and the blood and water in the forest were sprinkled without money, and the stumps and severed arms were thrown away from the sky and fell towards the ground. The first encounter was so tragic that it could be seen that the swordsmen had finally burst out with their strongest strength when they were forced to the last predicament.

Yun Zhilan's pupils shrank, knowing that the black-clothed commander's judgment was indeed correct, he didn't dare to wait any longer, and waved his hand to send out an arrow.

The masters of Dongyi City led the remnants of the rebel soldiers and reluctantly retreated from the forest, so looking at the momentum, it seems more appropriate to say that it is a rout.

In just a few breaths of blocking battle, the rebels who attacked Shanmen paid seventy percent of the casualties, and even the masters of Dongyi City lost five people.

Yun Zhilan's heart ached, and he didn't know how to speak, Dongyi City did not have a large number of soldiers like Nanqing and Northern Qi, and the most powerful was the group of swordsmen cultivated by Jianlu, even if only five people died, it was still a heavy blow.

He knew that the defensive force around Emperor Qing was naturally quite terrifying, but he never thought that the other party's strength to guard the mountain would be so strong.

"It's Tiger Guard. The man in black on the horse looked at him and said calmly: "Legend has it that the seven tiger guards around Lord Xiao Fan joined forces to force the Begonia girl back...... And this quiet Dadong Mountain. ”

He smiled slightly: "There are a hundred tiger guards. ”

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(Aside from the first experiment, this is the first time that this is really the first time that the starting point writer system has been updated on a regular basis, and it was nine o'clock in the morning when this paragraph was written.) And when you see this chapter, it should be 4:50 p.m. At this time, I had already boarded the plane to Shanghai.

Yes, the starting point is the annual meeting of the authors, and there are many guys like me across the country, who are running in the direction of Shanghai at this time.

After the annual meeting on the 23rd, I will not go home immediately, because I am going north, because of the previous sentence of the city and the country, so until the middle of July, my life should be on the road.

The reason why I didn't ask everyone for leave in advance...... It's because I don't need to ask for leave.,Wowhahahaha.,I bought a book with a monthly pass bonus.,Mmmm.。

I'll keep you updated, and if I can't, I'll be sure to let you know in advance. It's just that because of the interference of many affairs on the road, I don't dare to keep the stable time for the update, so please forgive me.

I was very satisfied with the chapter yesterday, not narcissism, but my ability and the effect of writing are very consistent. Problem? It's really nothing, because there has never been an all-knowing and all-powerful person in this world, and I'm just a poor codeword. Rationality is not the key, but self-consistency. It's basically impossible to write a novel every day if you don't make mistakes, so I've always been extremely good at forgiving myself in this regard.

I am a very generous person who treats myself and others very leniently. Of course, Fan Xian is a hometown, I'm not, I'm a good person, Amitabha.

Just like the introduction of Suzaku Ji: Of course, this is a YY novel, this is just a YY novel, everyone is happy or excited to read it, and I can pass some leisure time after work, and that is the source of my sense of achievement. Nonsense doesn't count as words. ）