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 heat desperately, and generously gave most of it to this meadow, and the light was so blazing that the grass poles that were originally green began to shine with white sè at this time, and you can imagine how high the temperature is.

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 time is green and white, the world porcelain blue bottom sè 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.

............ 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 was a problem after being illuminated by the blazing sun for a long time, and subconsciously reached out to wave it, but found that his right hand was very heavy, and it turned out that 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 made him sober up, he lowered his eyes slightly, looked at the feather arrow on his left chest in a daze, all the feather arrows pierced in, only the last arrow feather was still left outside the body, and the blood kept gurgling out, staining the black feathers even more bloody.

Bending his left leg slightly, he reluctantly took out the black dagger in his boot with his right hand, and reached under his back very slowly and carefully, and cut it lightly along the tiny gap between his body and the meadow.

The shaft of the arrow buried deep in the earth was severed, and his body suddenly relaxed, but he was provoked by this slight vibration, and his chest was violently hurt, and his face turned pale, and he almost screamed again.

Resisting the pain, he used his dagger to remove most of the arrow feathers that protruded from his chest, leaving only a small head for him to pull out the arrow.

After doing this, the pain had already caused him to break out in countless cold sweats, and those sweats even washed the blood off his face.

He turned his back to the sky, breathed heavily, and looked at the blue sky and white clouds in the sky with a somewhat distracted look, and he didn't even bother to avoid the dazzling sunlight, because he felt that there was nothing better in the world than to live, and if he couldn't see the sun again, how much he would regret it.

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

It was this moment that Yan Xiaoyi's arrow was a little higher than expected, avoiding the vital point of the heart and inserting it under the left shoulder.

As for whether Yan Xiaoyi died or not, he didn't want to pay attention to it at all, he just felt very tired, and he really wanted to lie down like this, lying on this soft meadow, on the top of the isolated mountain, and enjoy a rare rest. Besides, if Yan Xiaoyi hadn't died, in his state at this time, he would only be killed.

In that case, why bother?

............ 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 quiet suffocating meadow, a weak figure appeared, Fan Xian dragged his seriously injured body, and carried the sniper rifle, step by step, through the meadow, towards the pool of blood.

In the past, Fan Xian always felt that three hundred meters was too close, 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 were trembling constantly, the most precious weapon in the world, supporting the weight of his whole body, and the thin barrel of the gun was deep in the dirt.

Fan Xian didn't care, no matter how powerful a weapon was, it was actually not much different from a crutch, if a person couldn't throw away the crutch, he might 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 love he should have.

The blood had long since been spent, seeping into the dirt beneath the green meadows. Yan Xiaoyi's upper left body has all gone, turning into some meat foam that can't see the shape clearly, it looks like a tomato that has been pinched and exploded, and the red fruit pulp and flesh are sprayed indiscriminately, which is very terrifying.

Fan Xian has followed Fei Jie to dig graves and admire corpses since he was a child, and he doesn't know how many terrifying scenes he has seen, but looking at this 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.

............ "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 there has never been any fairness in the world. ”

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. In fact, his idea is very simple, he feels that this kind of death is unfair to Yan Xiaoyi, for this kind of talented and strong man, it is very unjust to die, 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 Yan Xiaoyi thinks that he is the murderer of Yan Shendu, but Yan Xiaoyi can't kill himself to avenge his son, this strong man is only afraid that he will be extremely sad.

This sentence just calmed Yan Xiaoyi's heart. However, Yan Xiaoyi's eyes still didn't close. Fan Xian smiled self-deprecatingly, wondering if he was comforting the dead or himself?

He said softly: "What they said is right, your strength is indeed strong, and you can even try to challenge those old monsters." So I can't kill you, and it's not me who killed you. ”

After a moment of silence, Fan Xian continued: "This thing is called a gun, and it is where a civilized jīng Hua is located...... Although this kind of jīng hua is not a good thing for that civilization. ”

Yan Xiaoyi's eyes still didn't close, but there was a gurgling sound at the neck bone, and his head was crooked, falling into his own flesh and blood. This nine-rank powerhouse was already dead, but the skeleton that was shattered by the bullet finally couldn't bear the weight of the skull at this time, and fell down, like a fallen leaf.

Fan Xian was stunned for a moment, looking at the dead man's white and blood-smeared face in a daze, he 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 traces from the blue sky and white clouds.

............ Those who are good at fighting die in soldiers, those who are good swimmers drown, and those who are good at shè die in arrows, this is the wise saying that people have summed up, Yan Xiaoyi, who is a god of arrows, finally died under a barrett. Regardless of whether the ending is fair or not, no matter whether the process is absurd or not, the pool of flesh and blood everywhere proves the bloody and ** nature of this truth.

Yan Xiaoyi is the strongest enemy that Fan Xian has killed since his rebirth, and he still maintains respect for this pool of flesh and blood on the ground, especially this day and night of chasing and killing, so that at the last moment of life and death, he finally understood a truth and figured out one thing, which will undoubtedly play a very big role in his future life.

He is too afraid of death, so he is always cautious and decisive, but he has never had the same bright mood as Haitang and the obsession and courage as Wang Shisanlang. It wasn't until he was forced to the edge of the cliff by Yan Xiaoyi that he really broke the dark sè in his heart, bravely stood up from the grass, and raised the gun in his hand.

He has since stood up.

............ Maintaining his respect for Yan Xiaoyi, after Fan Xian got used to this pool of flesh and blood, he still began to carry out follow-up work ruthlessly, took off the gold-wrapped longbow next to the other party's corpse, 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 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 very wolfly, feeling a little dizzy in his head.

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

He coughed twice, and the small arrow that shook his heart trembled slightly, and a heart-rending pain spread, making him can't help but snort.

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

"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 been so gentle with 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, this time I will look at him again." ”

The old eunuch Hong sighed in his heart, thinking that since he likes it, why should he be suspicious and tempted, how different is this from the method he used to treat the second prince back then?

The emperor no longer talked about the bastard who escaped, turned to look at the old eunuch Hong, and said calmly: "This time, I will rely on you. ”

The old eunuch Hong was still hunched up, and after being silent for a long time, he said slowly: "The slave is the slave of the Qing Kingdom, since the founding of the country, I have always looked forward to my Daqing Dynasty being able to dominate the world and serve His Majesty, which is the luck of the old slave." ”

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

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

As the supreme emperor and saluted a eunuch, this was of course an inconceivable scene, but Hong Siqi was indifferent, and accepted this salute calmly and even a little indifferently.

The emperor straightened up, with a resolute look on his face, and said, "What I promised you, what I promised to Qingguo, and what I promised to the world...... In the future, I will show you. ”

............ The sky has long been bright, the dense fog has long since dissipated, and the rebel camp is on the small slope behind a few rows of green trees at the foot of Dadong Mountain, the rebel commander in black calmly looks at the movement at the mountain gate, his quiet eyes are full of peace, and there is no trace of excitement and high-spiritedness.

"No more attacking, useless. The black-clothed commander said calmly to the people around him, as if he was talking about a short matter in the family, and his attitude was very gentle, but there was no doubt about it.

Yun Zhilan, who was carrying the long sword, glanced at this mysterious figure, frowned slightly, although he did not agree with the other party's judgment, but he did not say anything to refute it, this siege of Dadong Mountain is like a thunderstorm destined to alarm the world, as a swordsman, Yun Zhilan does not 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' 5,000 longbowmen attacked several times, but they were all repulsed by the defenses in the mountain forest. And this time, it was the attacking force with the masters of Dongyi City as the core who launched the offensive.

Yun Zhilan has very strong confidence in the strength of the disciples of Jianlu, thinking that with them leading the archers to attack, even if there is the most powerful tiger guard of the Qingguo Emperor hidden in the mountain forest behind the mountain gate, it will always be torn open.

Not to mention the most powerful ...... in terms of the forbidden army. Little junior brother, when he faced the same door in Dongyi City, did he still have to continue to move?

............ In the morning, the birds were frightened, and rushed out of the treetops with a loud noise, and actually tore off a few green leaves, so you can imagine what the birds that rested all night were shocked into.

What alarmed the birds was the light of the snow.

A piece of snow is a knife.

A long knife that kills mercilessly.

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 aura in the forest was vertical and horizontal, and it spilled out thoroughly in an instant, encroaching on the flat and sturdy, but at this time it seemed extremely fragile, cutting countless bark and tree trunks, crackling and bursting out, hitting the soil and popping.

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 encounter that first met was so tragic that it could be seen that those swordsmen finally broke out with the 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 remaining rebel soldiers and reluctantly retreated out of 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 the mountain gate 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. ”