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 lift his head, let alone aim? So he must distance himself from Yan Xiaoyi, while waiting for Yan Xiaoyi to appear in his field of vision.

The reason why Fan Xian didn't immediately look for an opportunity to counterattack after getting the box on the boat was because he knew that Yan Xiaoyi didn't need to aim, he could 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 smash indiscriminately on the coast, you will surely become the deadliest traverser in history.

Heavy sniping isn't that much fun...... This is what Uncle Wuzhu did not forget to remind him when he taught him to use a gun, the wind speed, the temperature, and the light...... The so-called miss is a thousand miles, and this is what we are talking about.

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 values Yan Xiaoyi so much, he naturally has his reasons. He studied under Fei Jie's education since he was a child, and when he was less than sixteen years old, he mastered the method of tracking and assassinating assassins in the Supervision Yuan, and he had already proved his strength by sniping Sean on the shore of the North Sea.

However, after going deep into the mountains and forests in 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 leafy fields, he intended to get rid of Yan Xiaoyi's pursuit, but he never succeeded, and Yan Xiaoyi and his party always kept a distance of about 100 zhang from him.

It wasn't until the end that Fan Xian figured out that Yan Xiaoyi was a hunter in the mountains back then, and he seemed to be born with a sensitive sense of smell for his prey, and since he was his prey, of course it was difficult to get rid of the tracking. As for those traps, I'm afraid that in Yan Xiaoyi's eyes, they are 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.

............ Yan Xiaoyi looked indifferently at the pro-soldier who was stabbed to death by wooden nails, and there was no sadness in his eyes, but a wildfire began to burn. Since he abandoned his horse and entered the mountain in the north of Shanzhou, along the way, three of his five personal soldiers 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.

The mountains and forests are filled with a smell of **, the primeval forests in the north of Shanzhou are thousands of miles unentered, the swamps are adjacent to the stone mountains, the beasts and vines are fighting, near the sea, the wet wind blows strongly, blowing out the densest flora in the world, and the denser the flora, the more dangers hidden inside.

This ** smell, I don't know if it's the corpse of an animal, or the smell of old fallen leaves piled up, and the smell of being sunburned by the hot rì head, 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 poison.

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

............ Yan Xiaoyi looked at the mountain, his eyes narrowed, and he couldn't understand where Fan Xian's body got so much jīng god 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.

But it is precisely because of this that he has a trace of respect for Fan Xian's ability to support him until now.

"Five thousand brothers under Dadong Mountain are waiting for you to go back...... Are you relieved to let that outsider take the lead?" This personal soldier was obviously shocked by the four dead brothers, and was 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.

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

Yan Xiaoyi glanced indifferently at the corpse on the ground, walked to the back of the big tree, squatted down and pressed the weed that Fan Xian was sitting on low, confirmed that Fan Xian had not left for too long, confirmed the direction in which Fan Xian left, and then chased after him silently.

—————————————————————— looking at the figure that appeared and disappeared in the optical aiming lens, Fan Xian gasped, pulled the injury in his back 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, which could keep this heavy sniper so well, and the optical aiming lens was 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 has been about to lock on Yan Xiaoyi's body several times, but Yan Xiaoyi seems to be able to sense that danger innately, and every time after standing still for half a second, he will move again, and with the help of the shade of towering trees and dense branches and leaves, he will approach the mountain peak step by step.

Fan Xian took a deep breath, worried that his previous cough would point Yan Xiaoyi in the direction, forcibly suppressed the sharp pain in his back, got out of the grass, climbed a distance of more than 100 zhang diagonally, and found a big tree that could only be surrounded by at least five people, leaned on the trunk, and gasped for breath.

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

Fan Xian loosened the tie on his neckline, forcibly closed his mouth, breathed through his nose, and cursed a few words in his heart, thinking 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 the inner monologue was finished, 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 white trunk inside, and a delicate little arrow poked out the black sè arrow edge like a long-dormant poisonous snake, with the arrow edge as the center of the circle, and the white sè trunk was shattered inch by inch by the powerful true qi on the arrow.

............ 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 like an incomparably wolf.

Yan Xiaoyi observed indifferently and chased after him again, but when his footsteps moved, he subconsciously fell into the grass again.

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

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

However, what puzzled him was that he could lock his fixed machine from such a distance, unless...... Fan Xian has already reached the realm of a great grandmaster, or like himself, he has the help of the divine bow.

But he still lay cautiously in the grass.

Fan Xian, who was half-kneeling and aiming at a high place, found that the target was always hidden in a dead corner, so he couldn't help but curse a few words, retracted his heavy sniper, swallowed the fishy blood gushing into his mouth, and rushed to the top of the mountain.

............ The northern part of Shanzhou is as high as possible, but probably no one knows that at the top of this majestic mountain where Yan Xiaoyi and Fan Xian sniped each other, it is actually a flat mountain, and the top of the mountain is flat like a grassland, and there is not a big tree that is very wonderful, but the long grass that is deep beyond people's knees, like green felt, has been spread out.

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 and put the black box calmly beside him, the expression on his face had calmed down, he knew that he had no way back, even if he climbed down the cliff with the box on his back, but at this time it was daytime, if Yan Xiaoyi held a bow and went down, he would only have a dead end.

And he didn't want to run away anymore, the reborn with a heavy sniper, but he was chased and killed by a primitive person with a bow and arrow, and he was chased and killed by such a wolf, he felt very ashamed, if he died like this, he would 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 figure was 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 would always approach him.

And the closer Yan Xiaoyi is to him, the smaller his chances of winning.

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

Fan Xian's muzzle 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 going up, and Yan Xiaoyi is gradually shortening the distance between himself and him.

Five hundred meters up.

The sweat on Fan Xian's forehead was dripping 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 previous world, but he found that Yiqiē 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 turn 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 Nine Grades.

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 use the scope to lock on to the fast-moving figure, at this kind of life and death juncture, it seemed that he needed some luck.

In addition to luck, courage and determination are required.

............ "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, its two forelimbs hung down slightly, ready to run wildly, and countless birds hiding in the grass began to flutter their wings, ready to fly to this fierce land.

With this shout, in that moment of lightning, Yan Xiaoyi made a decision that he would regret for the rest of his life, perhaps because he had no time to regret it.

He stopped his figure, 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 to the full moon with all his strength, and 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 didn't know this thing, maybe it was the most advanced crossbow machine in the Supervision Yuan?

But now that Fan Xian has shown his body and began to confront himself head-on with the courage that he has not shown in a day and a night, Yan Xiaoyi gave Fan Xian this opportunity.

It's not that Yan Dadu is arrogant, but he knows that if he maintains a high-speed travel speed and releases arrows at the same time, he will not necessarily hurt the little white face who is more cunning than a rabbit, more timid than a vole, and more able to escape than a bird.

And at a distance of 100 zhang, as long as he stands firm on the foundation, he will definitely be able to kill Fan Xian, even if he doesn't die, he will not give Fan Xian any chance to fight back.

As for the strange-shaped thing that Fan Xian was holding in his hand.................. Human psychology is like this, there is always a fear of the unknown for mysterious and unknown things, so Yan Xiaoyi would have been so cautious 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.

Knowing what it is, he is naturally no longer afraid, especially an arrogant and conceited peerless powerhouse like Yan Xiaoyi, who has been immersed in the arrow path for decades, and his natural endowment gives him enough self-confident capital, he always thinks that no matter how fast the enemy's crossbow arrows are, it is impossible to be faster than his own reaction.

Even if you hear the sound of arrows, no matter how you avoid the sound of the spring, you can be unharmed, 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, aimed at Fan Xian, and let go of his fingers.

arrows, flew out.

............ All of this qiē only 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 Xian'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 posture still maintained the grandeur of a god, 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!

............ 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, and his strong flesh and blood, all turned into a flower at this moment, a flower stained with blood, blooming on the green meadow.

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

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

Time passed again, and the hares burrowed into the narrow caves, the voles lowered their forelimbs and began to run wild in the darkness, and the birds in the grass also flew up, turning into a large white feather, and fluttering bewildered over the meadow at the top of the mountain.

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