If he hadn't been cornered, Fan Xian would never have thought of using the black box. At first, when he went to Dadong Mountain with His Majesty to worship the heavens, he always thought that His Majesty was setting up a game to play with people, so he put the box on the boat.

The box has been on the ship, wrapped in the 130,000 taels of silver, and is exposed in the main hall of Suzhou Huayuan, welcoming the gaze of the people who come and go. The emperor and Chen Pingping were about to lose sleep 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, and this is true for people, and it is also true for boxes.

And he wanted to go up the mountain at this time because he knew that for this unequal sniper, his biggest advantage was that Yan Xiaoyi didn't know what kind of weapon he had, and he didn't have the slightest understanding of the terrifying hot weapon.

At a distance of five hundred meters, Yan Xiaoyi can only be beaten by himself, and once Yan Xiaoyi breaks into within three hundred meters, with the speed and divine power of Yan Xiaoyi's archery, he is afraid that Fan Xian will not even be able to raise his head if he is shot, let alone aim? So he must distance himself from Yan Xiaoyi, and at the same time wait 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 ship was because he knew that Yan Xiaoyi didn't need to aim to shoot thirteen arrows in one second, and he needed to aim for a long time before he could ...... Reluctantly, a shot was fired. If you shoot indiscriminately on the coast, you will surely become the deadliest traverser in history.

Heavy sniping isn't that much fun...... This is one point that Uncle Wuzhu did not forget to remind him when he taught him to use a gun, wind speed and temperature. Refraction of light...... The so-called miss is a millimeter, the difference is a thousand miles, and this is the kind of thing.

Fan Xian didn't want to aim indiscriminately and fired a shot, but it pierced a big tree fifty meters away from Yan Xiaoyi's side.

If a strong man like Yan Xiaoyi experienced the deterrence of bullets and knew that he had such a terrifying long-range weapon, the other party must have a way to break through his body and greatly reduce the force of the heavy sniper.

Therefore, Fan Xian was only allowed to shoot himself.

Fan Xian is so cautious and careful, and he values Yan Xiaoyi so much. Naturally, he has a point. He studied under Fei Jie's education from an early age and was less than 16 years old. He mastered the method of tracking and assassinating in the Supervision Yuan, and sniped Sean on the shore of the North Sea that year. He has already proved his strength.

However, after going deep into the mountains and forests of the north of Shanzhou, Fan Xian laid down mechanisms along the road to eliminate traces, and with the help of dense mountains and forests and steep and slippery dense leaves, he intended to get rid of Yan Xiaoyi's pursuit, but he never succeeded, and Yan Xiaoyi and his party. Always keep a distance of about 100 zhang from him.

Until the end. Fan Xian figured out that Yan Xiaoyi was a hunter in the mountains back then. It seems that he is born with a sensitive sense of smell for his prey, and since he is his prey, of course it is difficult to get rid of tracking. And as for those traps. I'm afraid that in Yan Xiaoyi's eyes, it's nothing.

When Fan Xian was secretly admiring Yan Xiaoyi on the high mountain, there were a few muffled snorts 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 stabbed to death by wooden nails, and there was no sadness in his eyes, but a wildfire began to burn. Since the north of Lanzhou abandoned the horse into the mountain, along the way, three of the five personal soldiers in other places have died in Fan Xian's tricks and traps, and the person who died in front of him at this time is the fourth person.

Tracking down to this point, as a peerless powerhouse in the Nine Ranks, Yan Xiaoyi, who was close to the realm of the Great Grandmaster, had the same thoughts in Fan Xian's mind at this time, and they both had a little admiration for each other.

Yan Xiaoyi knew exactly what kind of damage his own arrow on the cliff, especially Lord Ye Liuyun's sword, had caused to Fan Xian. If it is said that Fan Xian's level in the past was up and down in the middle of the nine grades, then Fan Xian, who was seriously injured and experienced a night of travel, is at most a good player of the eighth grade.

He thought that he would personally take action to hunt down a seriously injured Fan Xian, which was a matter of hand-to-hand ...... But such a seriously injured person was still able to lay so many traps in the mountains, some traps, even Yan Xiaoyi himself couldn't fully discover them, so he killed his subordinates and stopped himself from moving forward.

There is a smell of decay in the mountains and forests, the primeval forests in the north of Shanzhou are uninhabited for thousands of miles, the swamps are adjacent to the rocky mountains, the beasts and vines are fighting, and the wet wind is blowing strongly, blowing out the densest flora in the world, and the denser the flora, the more dangers hidden inside.

This smell of decay, I don't know if it is the corpse of an animal, or the smell of old fallen leaves piled up and sunburned, in short, it is very bad and pungent.

Yan Xiaoyi snorted, slowly running the true qi in his body, and it was very difficult to smell out the excellent smell that was covered by the smell of decay.

In the trap, there is this smell on the mechanism, and the death of Yan Xiaoyi's four capable soldiers also comes from this, if he hadn't investigated it with his heart at this time, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to smell it.

Yan Xiaoyi did not forget that Fan Xian was a student of Mr. Fei Jie, and he was the most ferocious person in the world who used drugs.

I don't know where in the mountains and forests there is the poison arranged by Fan Xian.

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Yan Xiaoyi looked at the mountain, his eyes narrowed, and he couldn't understand where Fan Xian's body got so much spirit and courage to support him for so long.

As soon as he thought of this, the corners of his lips revealed a confident smile, the stronger the enemy, the happier he might be to kill.

"Du Du ......" The only surviving soldier swallowed his saliva, 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 does not know the secret passages in this group of mountains like you. ”

Yan Xiaoyi glanced at the soldier indifferently, and didn't say anything, the mountains and the primeval forests in the mountains in the north of Lanzhou are the key to separating Qingguo and Dongyi City from land transportation, if it weren't for that secret road, the siege of Dadongshan would not have been successful at all. Since half a year ago, Yan Xiaoyi has devoted his whole mind to the matter of transporting troops through the secret passage, and he is particularly aware of the horror of this secret passage and the surrounding mountains and forests. member

But because of this, he has been able to support Fan Xian until now. A hint of respect.

"Five thousand brothers under Dadong Mountain are waiting for you to go back...... Are you not at suffice to let that outsider take the lead?" This pro-soldier was obviously stunned by the four dead brothers, who were shocked by Fan Xian's blood-stained poison, did not pay attention to Yan Xiaoyi's eyes, lowered his head and said:

"Even if Fan Xian can get out alive, but there is an eldest princess in Kyoto, why bother?"

Yan Xiaoyi was silent for a moment and waved his hand, as if he wanted to signal the pro-soldier to stop talking.

His hand happened to be waving in the face of the pro-soldier.

There was a crisp click. The soldier's head was like a watermelon that had been flattened, distorted and deformed, and his facial features were squeezed together with a palm, and he didn't even snort. He fell straight to the ground.

Yan Xiaoyi glanced indifferently at the corpse underground, and walked to the back of the big tree. Squatted down and pressed the weeds that had been flattened by Fan Xian. Confirm that Fan Xian has not left for too long, and confirm the direction in which Fan Xian left. Then he chased after him in silence.

Looking at the figure that appeared and disappeared in the optical aiming lens, Fan Xian gasped, pulled the injury behind him that was shocked by the arrow, and coughed twice in a low voice. He didn't have the heart to marvel at the magic of the black box. This heavy sniper can be preserved so well, and the optical aiming lens is still so clear...... He only cared about admiring Yan Xiaoyi's action and strong sixth sense.

has been lurking in the grass for a while, staring at the area up the mountain, and is about to lock on Yan Xiaoyi's body several times. However, Yan Xiaoyi seemed to be able to sense that danger innately. After half a second of rest, it will re-move. Shaded by towering trees and dense foliage, you get closer to the mountain peaks step by step.

Fan Xian took a deep breath. Worried that his previous coughing voice would point out the direction to Yan Xiaoyi, and forcibly suppressed the sharp pain in his back. He got out of the grass and climbed a distance of more than 100 zhang diagonally, and found a large tree that could only be surrounded by at least five people, and leaned against the trunk. Panting for air.

The air poured into his throat quickly, the scorching heat and the greed for oxygen in his body made every breath he breathe extremely fast, and he felt a burst of dryness and tingling in his throat, and a painful tearing sensation began to rise in his chest.

Fan Xian loosened the tie on his neckline and forcibly closed his mouth. Breathing through his nose, he cursed a few words in his heart, thinking about why he had a heavy sniper, but he was still so unconfident - the recoil was not big, why didn't he dare to try the amount in advance?

Before he finished scolding in his inner monologue, he felt a trace of weirdness, and his whole body immediately tensed.

Then he heard a soft thud, 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 those pro-soldiers had already died, so this arrow ...... Naturally, it was Yan Xiaoyi, and his pupils shrank suddenly!

He immediately bent his legs slightly, relaxed his entire knee, and leaned forward slightly, which was the only moment he had the ability to do some posture change.

This posture can be unloaded, and with the powerful force behind you, your whole body will fall forward with the momentum, and you can dissolve it as much as possible.

If you block hard at this time, the end must be very miserable.

With a muffled buzz, Fan Xian fell forward with a shock, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and the whole person fell into the deep grass and bushes, and he didn't know how many thin wounds were scratched on his face and hands.

The giant tree behind him, the bark about the size of a palm, all bloomed, revealing the whitish trunk inside, and a delicate little arrow poked out the black arrow edge like a long-dormant poisonous snake, with the arrow edge as the center of the circle, and the white trunk was shattered inch by inch by the powerful true qi on 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 congratulate himself that he hadn'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 had already begun to escape again, relying on his domineering true qi, supporting his tired body, and running wildly towards the top of the mountain.

Yan Xiaoyi disappeared from the scope for less than five seconds, and he had already touched within a hundred zhang of himself, this kind of body style, this kind of terrifying action, really made Fan Xian feel a little chilled.

A moment later, Yan Xiaoyi, dressed in light armor and like a god, appeared behind the big tree, but his body was covered with dirt at this time, and he looked extremely embarrassed.

Yan Xiaoyi observed indifferently. Chased after it again. It's just that when he moved, he once again subconsciously fell into the grass.

He could feel a danger that chilled him, and he had almost locked himself in before.

Yan Xiaoyi once felt this kind of atmosphere, which was in the streets and alleys of Kyoto full of white fog.

However, what puzzled him was that he could lock his fate from such a distance, unless...... Fan Xian has reached the realm of a great grandmaster. Or like yourself, with the help of the divine bow.

But he still lay cautiously in the grass.

Fan Xian, who was half-kneeling at a high place and aiming, found that the target was always hidden in the dead corner, and couldn't help but curse a few words. Retract the sniper and swallow the fishy blood that pours into your mouth. Rush to the top of the mountain.

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The northern part of Danzhou is as high as it is mountainous. However, probably no one knew that it was on the top of this majestic mountain where Yan Xiaoyi and Fan Xian sniped each other. It was a flat mountain, and the top of the mountain was as flat as a grassland, and strangely there was not a single tree, but long grass that was knee-deep. Like a cyan felt, it has been spread out. @团倾情奉献.

A strange meadow at the top of the mountain, stretching all the way to the edge of the cliff.

In the grass on the edge of the cliff, Fan Xian set up the scaffold. Lay the black box calmly beside you. The expression on his face had calmed down, and he knew that he had no way back. Even if I climbed down the cliff with the box on my back, it was daytime. If Yan Xiaoyi shoots down with a bow, he will only have a dead end.

And he didn't want to run away anymore. He felt ashamed that he was being chased by a primitive man with a bow and arrow, and that he was so embarrassed to be hunted and killed. If he dies like this, he will definitely be laughed to death by those former sages in the underworld, especially the one surnamed Ye.

However, the optical sight still couldn't catch Yan Xiaoyi's figure, and cold sweat began to drip from Fan Xian's forehead - his body shape was also well hidden, but the general area had been mastered by Yan Xiaoyi, and there was only such a large area near the cliff at the end of the meadow. Yan Xiaoyi will always approach herself.

And the closer Yan Xiaoyi is to herself, the smaller her chances of winning.

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Yan Xiaoyi finally showed his own figure, like an eagle, walking along a strange trajectory among the grass, it was obvious that although he didn't know what Fan Xiandi had in his hands, he could clearly understand that the other party had something that could threaten him.

Fan Xian's muzzle was stretched out in the grass, constantly swinging on both sides, but he was never able to lock on to the figure that was moving quickly.

Although the other party sometimes moves forward and sometimes retreats, it seems to be drawing traces of a spiral, but Fan Xian knows better than anyone in this world that the spiral is always rising, and Yan Xiaoyi is gradually shortening the distance between himself and others.

Five hundred meters up.

The sweat on Fan Xian's forehead dripped faster and faster, gradually getting into his eyes.

Four hundred meters.

Fan Xian gradually felt a trace of helplessness, a feeling of emptiness after the world was in my hands before, but he found that everything was just an illusion, and he had no way to snipe Yan Xiaoyi with one shot...... And Yan Xiaoyi got closer, he would definitely use the arrow in his hand to shoot himself into a hedgehog.

Three hundred and fifty meters.

If Yan Xiaoyi was really allowed to bully him, with Fan Xian's state at this time, there was absolutely no way to escape from the hands of the strong man on the ninth grade.

It was only at this moment that Fan Xian finally understood the meaning of the heavy sniper in his hand, that is, there was no meaning! No matter how powerful a weapon was, it still depended on whose hands it was in after all. Trying to sweep the world with a heavy sniper is just a fool's nonsense.

He couldn't even snipe Yan Xiaoyi to death, let alone those old monsters on the top of Dadong Mountain.

Sweat flowed through the small wound on his face that was cut by blades of grass, a tingling pain, but Fan Xian's heart gradually calmed down, he knew that he couldn't let Yan Xiaoyi continue to get close to him, but he couldn't lock on to the fast-moving figure with the scope, at this kind of life and death juncture, it seemed that he needed some luck.

In addition to luck, courage and determination are required.

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"Yan Xiaoyi!"

There was a loud shout from the meadow at the top of the mountain, and Fan Xian, who was dressed in black, stood up from the grass with a bang, raised the sniper rifle in his hand, and aimed at Yan Xiaoyi who was not far away.

This shout disturbed the ignorant creatures in the meadow, and a cunning mountain hare began to prepare to run towards the nearest cave, and a vole that was gnawing on grass roots stopped its movements under the ground, and its two forelimbs hung down slightly, ready to run wildly. Countless birds hiding in the grass began to flutter their wings. Get ready to fly to this murderous land.

With this shout, in that electric moment, Yan Xiaoyi made a mistake that he regretted for the rest of his life. Maybe there is no time to regret the decision.

He stopped, took off the gold-wrapped longbow behind him as fast as he could, stood on the meadow with his feet one after the other, and pulled the bowstring with all his strength to the full moon, a cold arrow. aimed straight at Fan Xian, who was in shape.

At this moment, Yan Xiaoyi saw clearly what Fan Xian was holding in his hand. But he doesn't know this thing, maybe it's the most advanced crossbow machine in the Supervision Yuan?

But now that Fan Xian has already appeared. Begin to confront yourself head-on with the courage that you haven't shown in a day or a night. Yan Xiaoyi gave Fan Xian this opportunity.

It's not that Yan Dadu is arrogant. Rather, he knew that if he kept moving at a high speed. If you shoot an arrow at the same time, you won't necessarily hurt the one who is more cunning than a rabbit. More timid than voles. A little white face who can run away more than a bird.

And at a distance of 100 zhang. As long as he stands firm, he will definitely be able to shoot Fan Xian to death. Even if he can't shoot to death, he won't give Fan Xian any chance to fight back.

As for the strange-shaped thing that Fan Xian was holding in his hand......

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The psychology of man and earth is like this, for the mysterious and unknown. There is always a fear of the unknown, so Yan Xiaoyi would have behaved so cautiously before. And when he saw the metal "thing" clearly, it was natural to regard him as the latest powerful weapon developed by the three departments of the Supervision Yuan.

If you know what it is, you will no longer be afraid. Especially an arrogant and conceited peerless powerhouse like Yan Xiaoyi. Decades of archery immersion. Born with a natural endowment, he has enough self-confident capital. He always thought. No matter how fast the enemy's crossbow bolts are, they can't react faster than they can react.

Even if you hear the sound of arrows, you can avoid the sound of the machine spring. can all be unscathed, is there an arrow in this world that is faster than the sound?

Yan Xiaoyi didn't believe it, so he stood up indifferently, pulled out his longbow, and aimed it at Fan Xian. Release your fingers.

arrows, flew out.

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All of this. It just happened in an extremely short moment, from Fan Xian standing up bravely from the grass, to Yan Xiaoyi standing firm, to Yan Xiaoyi letting go of his fingers, it was just ordinary people blinking.

Fan Xiandi's speed was obviously not as fast as Yan Xiaoyi's, so when he clearly saw that the arrow was spinning at high speed, getting closer and closer to his body, he pulled the trigger hard.

The muzzle of the sniper rifle burst into a spark, which was very showy.

The longbow in Yan Xiaoyi's hand was buzzing, and his ground posture still maintained the magnificence of a god shooting the sun, and then his pupils shrank, because ......

He saw the spark.

He also heard the muffled sound very clearly.

However, there was no way for him to dodge.

Because the other party's "arrow" is really ...... Faster than sound!

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Poof, it's like a paper bag being broken by a naughty boy, like the shower bucket in the old house in Lanzhou being smashed open by a stone.

Half of Yan Xiaoyi's body cracked open in an instant, his powerful body, strong flesh and blood, at this moment, all turned into a flower, a blood-stained ground flower, blooming on the cyan meadow.

Unsurprisingly, he fell hard, and at this moment, he finally remembered the legend of that year.

At the same moment, the arrow shot by Yan Xiaoyi also pierced Fan Xian's body fiercely, and a blood flower burst out, nailing Fan Xian's body to the meadow that was slightly up on the edge of the cliff.

Time passed again, the mountain hare burrowed into the narrow cave, the vole lowered its forelimbs and began to run wild in the darkness, and the little birds in the grass also flew up, turning into a large white feather, flying over the meadow at the top of the hill.

At the two ends of the meadow, there are two people who are alive and dead.