No one looked at him.

Fan Xian knew that this was his own delusion, just like the last time he went to the capital outside the Northern Qi Dynasty, on the cliff of the West Mountain, he always felt that there was a pair of eyes in the mountains and forests behind him looking at him - this was probably the stress reaction of a person after facing a difficult and desperate situation and experiencing emotional shocks, especially the natural reaction of an idealist like Fan Xian.

A year ago, when he took a white sail boat back to Lanzhou to visit relatives, he once passed by this Dadong Mountain, which seemed to be split by the sword of the gods, when he looked at the smooth jade wall on the east mountain, he once laughed at himself and thought that he would not climb this mountain one day.

Unexpectedly, this qiē actually became a fact.

Addition, subtraction, multiplication and division, there is a sky, is God really watching himself all the time?

The cliffs of Dadong Mountain are more dangerous and slippery than the cliffs of West Mountain, and when Fan Xian arrived here, his body had already begun to tremble, and the consumption of internal force had begun to affect his body.

He leaned against the stone wall as supple as a bat, his fingers digging into a rare crack and resting for a moment. At this time, when I looked up, I could no longer see the lights on the top of the mountain, but when I looked back, I could already see the water that was getting closer and closer, and a few warships swinging in the water.

It was the Jiaozhou sailors, who were here to escort them, and although they did not play much role in the surprise attack of a rebel army on the back mountain, it was obvious that they could sail away from this place and inform the local government.

However, since the development of the situation, the sailor ship has not moved anywhere, although Fan Xian has not discussed this matter with the emperor, but the two know that the Qin family naturally has a problem.

The moon came out of the corner, Fan Xian did not move in a panic, put his face on the cold stone wall, feeling the slightest coolness, but he thought of a question in his heart, if the Qin family is also counted...... Zhenzhen's qiē is that all the forces in the world are concentrated and participate in the action of Dadong Mountain, so it is no wonder that His Majesty will not expect it.

One person can lead all the enemies in the world to put aside temporary differences and unite closely, what kind of realm is this? This is the realm of Emperor Qingguo.

Although Northern Qi did not make a move, Yan Xiaoyi's 5,000 personal soldiers were able to come to the foot of Dadong Mountain, obviously because the eldest princess and the Uesugi Tiger had a very secret arrangement. Fan Xian rubbed his face against the cold stone, thinking to himself, would Haitang know about this kind of big thing?

Immediately, he breathed softly a few times - in fact, the current dangerous situation, calculated by Chen Pingping, an old cripple, took several years to cast, and he himself had participated in a few hands, whether it was the eldest princess, the Qin family, the Ye family, it was the old cripple and he was extremely careful to expel him to the opposite side of the emperor.

If Chen Pingping knew that things were developing like this, would she be like herself on the cliff, thinking that things in the world were really wonderful?

............ The wind on the cliff was very strong, the adsorption force between his hand and the smooth stone face was very strong, and the domineering true qi in his body gently opened and closed along the thick meridians, in case of the phenomenon of internal force failure, those gentle natural breaths of Tianyi were slowly repairing the instability in the meridians.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, looked at the straight stone lines above his head through the faint moonlight, and couldn't help but feel a little afraid that if he couldn't stick to the stone wall and fell down like this, he fell into the sea full of reefs and dangerous waves, and he was afraid that he would be crushed.

The wind on this cliff near the sea was too strong, and it poured in from his limbs, and it was cold, he was not a five bamboo, and he didn't have that kind of magical technique of descending from a high altitude, so he attached it tighter.

"Why does the emperor know that Uncle Wuzhu is in Dadong Mountain?" A question that had never had a chance to ask came to Fan Xian's mind, it seemed that the emperor was only afraid of secretly having something to do with the temple, but the unnatural death of the great sacrifice last year ...... Some of these things are incomprehensible.

The clouds covered the moon again, and Fan Xian began to move down the cliff again, I don't know how long he slid away, getting closer and closer to the inky water, he also became more and more jǐngti, raising his skills to the peak state, always ready to meet unknown dangers.

The closer you are to the sea, the easier it is to be spotted by the rebels on the sailor's ship, and the closer you are to the sea, the closer you are to the small boat on the sea.

The rebels on the sailor's ship may not be able to see the small dots slowly climbing on the cliff in this dark night, but Ye Liuyun may find himself.

His palms were pressed tightly against the smooth cliff, and suddenly his pupils shrank, and he felt a terrible murderous aura behind him!

Who can have the kind of vision to find themselves?

Fan Xian didn't have time to think at all, and subconsciously cut off the True Qi along the Great Zhou Tian, and the True Qi bond between his palms and the stone wall suddenly failed, and the whole person slid straight down.

A black and faint arrow feather, where he was originally lying down, the metal tufts pierced deep into the stone wall of Dadong Mountain, stirring up dozens of broken stones.

If Fan Xian reacted a little slower, he would definitely be nailed to the stone wall by an arrow outside the sky. At this time, he was still in danger, and his whole body swept smoothly and quickly down the stone wall.

Fan Xian snorted, and the flow of true qi that had just been cut off forcibly urged to the extreme, and his palms gently slapped on the stone wall, barely stabilizing his figure.

The second black arrow struck the stone wall beneath his feet, only half an inch away from his heel.

The situation is really dangerous and dangerous, the person who sent the arrow obviously has a advance amount, and calculated the speed of Fan Xian's fall, if Fan Xian had intended to fall naturally to avoid this sudden attack of the arrow feather, he would definitely not be able to escape this fate.

Fan Xian broke out in a cold sweat on his back, his right palm shook, and he actually shook half of his body out of the wall, drew a semicircle in the air, and then pasted it back on the stone wall, but instead of facing the sea, he didn't have time to think at all, he purely subconsciously slid down the stone wall for three feet, and then slapped his right palm again, and his body bent very strangely and twisted downward...... And inside a warship on the sea, more than a dozen black sè arrow feathers came at him ruthlessly, brushed his body, pierced his clothes, and slammed into the stone wall.

Duh!

Fan Xian dodged tenaciously and dangerously on the stone wall, purely relying on the unstoppable tempering of the twenty years of rebirth and the foundation laid by Wuzhu in his childhood, subconsciously dodging these elusive arrows.

The scene was dangerous, those black arrows were fired in a row, and he didn't have any time to react, and it seemed clear that his next foothold was clear, forcing him to fall off the cliff at any moment.

And what is very strange is that Fan Xian always made a prediction in advance before he seemed to be hit by these black arrows, and the true qi in his body ran strongly along the two Zhou Tian, supplementing the loss of his true qi, so that he could barely guarantee that one of his two palms would always stay on the stone wall.

Every time he looked like he was about to fall, a palm attached to the stone wall drove him, twisting his body and bouncing up and falling, as if he could never leave the gravitational pull of the stone wall.

He is like a puppet made of black sè material, his limbs are pulled by the mysterious power of the stone wall of Dadong Mountain, and he does a stiff and comical dance on the cliff.

And those black arrows that followed his body closely followed, violently grazed his body into the stone rock, forming several scribbled lines on the stone wall, and the front end of the line chased him, murderous, and could nail this puppet to death at any time, and the random arrow pierced the heart and died.

............ The naval division and warships did not dare to get too close because they were worried about the reef at the foot of Dadong Mountain. A strong man who can be so far away and can still put arrows into the stone wall, there is only one person in the whole world, and only that person can find Fan Xian lurking on the stone wall in such a dark night.

Qing Jun conquered Yan Xiaoyi, the governor of the Northern Metropolis.

I don't know how long it took, the black arrows on the sea stopped, there was no trace of Fan Xian on the cliff, and the cliff on the sea returned to quiet, only the sound of waves crashing on the shore could be heard - Fan Xian finally succeeded in avoiding the chain of magic arrows and landed on the reef!

The last black arrow seemed to be empty, and it pierced into the stone wall fiercely, more than an inch into the stone, and the tail of the arrow kept shaking and buzzing.

There were a few strands of black cloth on the pole.

―――――――――――――――――――― the sound of waves above the reef shook the sky, Fan Xian half-knelt on the slippery reef and coughed uncontrollably. Fortunately, the sailor's ship was too far away, and the sound of the waves crashing against the rocks was too loud, which covered his series of coughs, and in the darkness of the night, he did not reveal his figure.

His face was pale, and he had already consumed too much of his true qi and jīng god by climbing down such a cliff where humans had stopped, and avoiding Yan Xiaoyi's miraculous chain of life-killing arrows on top of the cliff. The last puppet dance on the cliff seems to be easy to dodge, but it is already a manifestation of his highest level, every second, every moment of the nerves are tense, so it is impossible to avoid the past, the conversion speed of the true qi in his body is too fast, the frequency is too high, even with such a strong meridian width in his body, he is a little unbearable...... When the true qi returned, it hurt a meridian under his diaphragm, causing him to cough and tear his chest with pain.

Compared to this, the miserable wound on his right shoulder at this time did not make him pay too much attention, although this wound was torn by the sharp arrows, the blood flowed everywhere, and even the black sè's secret official clothes were shredded and mixed in the wound, which was very painful, but after all, it did not hurt the vital point.

At this time, it was dark night, which was not good for Yan Xiaoyi, but Fan Xian was on the cliff and was at a disadvantage, so it was unfair to snipe and flee this time, no matter how strong Fan Xian was, he still didn't dodge the last arrow after all.

However, under such sinister conditions, how many people can save their lives from Yan Xiaoyi's serial arrows?

Fan Xian lowered his body very low, and the sea water wet his clothes, so that the black clothes were drenched with water, and they were perfectly integrated with the reef that often soaked in the seawater.

Fan Xian didn't worry about whether Yan Xiaoyi's arrows would be quenched, on the one hand, he knew that Yan Xiaoyi was arrogant and had always disdained to use poison, and secondly, he ...... He groped for a pill from his bosom and chewed it twice, swallowed it with saliva, few people were better than him in terms of using poison.

The situation on the coastline was still tense, and the ship could not get close to the cliff, but presumably the eagle-like eyes on the ship were watching all the movement under the cliff, and it was necessary to snipe Fan Xian to death before he landed.

Fan Xian squinted his eyes and observed the surroundings, the moon in the sky was not bright, but the waves were getting bigger and bigger, on the one hand, it protected him, but on the other hand, it also made it difficult for him to find a safe path, at this time, if he wanted to fly from the reef, it would be equivalent to giving Yan Xiaoyi another chance to kill himself.

Fan Xian didn't like the feeling of being targeted by a bow and arrow and being powerless to fight back, especially when he was targeted by Yan Xiaoyi's bow and arrow.

............ Suddenly, his heart flashed, he snorted, slapped his right palm on the reef beside him, and the domineering true qi spurted out, and the extremely violent force smashed the corner of the reef under him, and his body also drew an oblique arc with this powerful reaction force, and fell into the sea at the fastest speed!

As soon as the water splashed, it was swallowed up by the bigger and bigger waves, and the white spray under the cliff seemed to be extremely angry that someone dared to despise their might and throw themselves into the sea full of reefs.

This time, Fan Xian showed his tracks, and although he sank into the sea, he couldn't escape the eagle-like eyes tracking him. But he had to jump into the sea, he had to leave the reef that temporarily protected his safety as quickly and with the most resolute attitude, even if the ocean was so angry at this time, he still had to forget to run.

Because he would rather face the angry sea, he would rather be stared to death by Yan Xiaoyi's arrows in the sea, than stand on the reef and face the trembling in his heart.

A thread swept from the sea.

It's a white line.

The waves are so big, but the white line seems to have a power beyond heaven and earth, not disturbed by the waves, but quietly and silently, clearly drawn towards the cliff of Dadong Mountain, like a god's hand holding a magic pen, in this ink-like angry water, drawing a line.

The white line was actually just a wave of water splashing, and an ancient sword was sweeping two feet above the head of the line.

The moment Fan Xian turned over and left the reef, the white line would also touch the reef, and the ancient sword and his body met in lightning and flint, and then separated—no one knew if it had touched it.

The reef was in chaos, and before the sword momentum arrived, the sword intent came out through the body, easily splitting the wet black reef where Fan Xian had landed before.

In front of this sword, the reef is like black sè tofu.

Then the sword swept through the waves and the air, and pierced into the smooth stone wall of Dadong Mountain, which was so hard that the blade of this sword was completely pierced, and only the last hilt remained, like a small dot.

After a few moments, the hilt of the sword shattered, the dots disappeared, and the sword became one with the stone wall of Dadong Mountain, and could no longer be separated.