Snatch and snatch!

A dense sound rang out from all directions on the carriage floor, the sound of crossbow arrows hitting the wall of the carriage, and it was also a soul-stirring music.

At this moment, I don't know how many crossbow arrows were shot at the carriage where Fan Xian was located, especially the terrifying strong crossbow that was hidden in the ground shot out of the ground arrows, and it was even more impulsive, and it was directly stabbed on the carriage!

Boom.

The black carriage bounced helplessly, shattered by the power of the crossbow, and jumped among the rocks, looking like a frog waiting to be slaughtered.

And then the carriage didn't fall apart.

Fan Xian lowered his body and lay on the floor of the carriage, forcibly operating the true qi in his body, eliminating this huge impact, looking at the big hole in the ground under the corpse of the groom next to him, he couldn't help but be a little shocked, this kind of giant crossbow was too powerful, and he actually shot through a hole in the bottom of his carriage, revealing the rocks and snow below.

Fan Xian knew how strong the special carriage of the Supervision Institute was, and between the two layers of wooden planks inside and outside was iron wire cotton and a thin but hard steel plate, if it weren't for this kind of carriage that gathered the collective wisdom of the three places of Neiku Bingfang and the Supervision Yuan to protect him, he was afraid that under this dense crossbow arrow attack like ice rain, he would have died a long time ago.

He pricked up his ears and listened to the sound of crossbow arrows whistling outside. He knew that the enemy's primary target must be himself, although he didn't know how the enemy in the ambush had seen through the change of cars in the Supervision Yard, but he knew that this was not the time to think about the cause and effect, because his ears judged that in such a short period of time, the enemy who sniped his own shot crossbow arrows into the valley was pouring fast, and it had already exceeded the number of times and places on the battlefield when the Qingguo army attacked foreign cities!

Kill yourself by attacking a city!

Such a powerful crossbow attack, and the other party's careful preparation, made Fan Xian feel a trace of death.

Obviously, the enemies of the valley were also surprised that these wagons in the valley were so strong that they could withstand the power of the crossbows.

The crossbow rain was still flying, and there was a terrible howl of horses and neighing in the valley.At the beginning of the attack, Fan Xian let out a loud roar, and had already informed his subordinates of the Supervision Institute, and those six-place swordsmen and secret agents quickly hid in the car when they saw the opportunity, but they stayed outside and the local chauffeurs and those Dizhou troops sent by Weizhou, so they didn't have such good luck.

The bolts slammed into the skulls of the state soldiers, into the chests and sockets of the horses, piercing, tearing, and freeing the flesh from the life to which it was attached.

There was no way to avoid it, more than 100 state soldiers died under the rain of arrows at the first pull, and those horses fell in the snow with a neighing miserable, and the blood stained the black snow all over the valley, which looked miserable.

There are corpses everywhere, arrows everywhere, blood everywhere, death everywhere.

And the carriages have become the last fortress of the people of the Supervision Yuan, and they hold on pitifully in the rain of crossbows and arrows.Like a boat in the ocean, it may be swallowed up by the waves at any time, but in an instant, the carriage has shot into countless black crossbow arrows, and the crossbow arrows have penetrated deep into the wall of the carriage, piercing into the steel plate, and it is firm and not falling...... The wagon in the valley looked like a coffin box, and suddenly a myriad of ghostly mold hairs had grown.

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There were a few more teeth-wrenching sounds of a strong crossbow being wound in the mountains and forests, accompanied by a very low sound of hard panting.

Whoosh!

The terrifying giant crossbow shot out again, only this time not only at Fan Xian's carriage, but also at the carriage in front of him.

The crossbow slammed into the black carriage with a loud bang, and the carriage jumped again, and then tumbled to the left!

What a great power this is.

Fan Xian stepped into the carriage and felt that everything around him was reversed in an instant, and a powerful vibration threw him away

At the bottom of the compartment, the corner could be seen diagonally above itself, and a sharp metal crossbow arrow had pierced the wall of the carriage and pierced into it in a terrible way.

It's so dangerous, Fan Xian looked at the all-metal crossbow arrow, looked at the sawdust steel piece brought out of the crossbow arrow shaft, and knew that the carriage couldn't hold on for too long.

The carriage can't be too heavy, so when designing the place, the ground between the two layers of wooden planks is only a very thin layer of steel plates, after all, those weirdos in the three places would never have thought that an enemy would use a strong crossbow to defend the city when sniping the ground!

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Fan Xian knew that he couldn't sit still any longer, so he took two breaths of slightly sweet air quickly, and at the moment when the carriage overturned, his whole body had already drilled out of the hole at the bottom earlier.

Obviously, the assassin in the valley didn't expect Fan Xian to find a way out that was not in the scope of consideration, so he reacted slowly for a moment.

At this moment, Fan Xian's toes touched the ground, he didn't dare to stop at all, his body forcibly turned, he drew a few strange lines on the clearing between the valleys, and rushed towards the forest on the side of the valley.

Whoosh, more than a dozen slender but sharp crossbow arrows shot fiercely into the place where Fan Xian was before, shot at the floor of the dumping carriage, and shot into the mud and snow at the bottom of the valley!

The danger has not been lifted, Fan Xian screamed, his whole body flew up, and he slapped on a bluestone on the ground with one hand, narrowly avoiding the second wave of crossbow arrows.

The bluestone is shattered, the traces of people are destroyed, and the crossbow arrows are shot in the air!

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Fan Xian swept into the mountains and forests, pulled it with his backhand, tied the white fox fur on his body to his left leg, took out a pill and ate it, and then took off his black official uniform and put it on.

With one hand pulling a slender black dagger from his boot and the hilt of his sword at his waist with the other, he disappeared into the woods like a ghost.

Before disappearing, he whistled again, but did not look back into the valley to glance at his precarious cronies.

Several of the officials of the Inspectorate had died, and all of them had died at the same moment before.

When Fan Xiandi's carriage was shaken over by a strong crossbow, these subordinates were worried about his safety, ignoring the previous orders conveyed by Fan Xiandi with a whistling sound, forcibly opened the car door, and fired crossbow arrows into the valley with their portable crossbow arrows, trying to buy some time to ease up, and rushed to the side of Fan Xiandi's carriage.

However, the officials of the Supervision Yuan used their crossbows, which obviously did not have a long range compared to those in the mountains and forests, and although the swordsmen in the six places were trained to kill gods in the dark, they still had no chance to fight back in the face of such a sudden crossbow rain.

But in an instant, the crossbow arrow shot the official of the Supervision Yuan who had just opened the car door into a hedgehog, and the official's eyes were not closed.

The fastest man was only six steps closer to the carriage where Fan Xian was, and was nailed to the ground by three crossbow arrows.

Fan Xian saw this scene, but his face became more and more calm, with a hint of pale indifference in the calm.

Counterattack.

When he came out of the carriage, he swung three times in a row, but he was still shot in the left thigh by a crossbow arrow, and although he only passed by the skin, he still hurt like fire.

The fox fur is a little soft, and it is very suitable for the wound on the thigh.

Just fight back.

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There were snow forests on both sides of the valley, and Fan Xian's ears were moved by the sound of a shadow warning, and he knew that the shadow was in the mountains and forests over there, so he chose the opposite direction.

He trusts the power of the Shadow Land, and no matter how many people there are in the mountains and forests over there, the Shadow can kill those crossbowmen, or fall into the shadow of the Land of Death.

And the mountains and forests here must be done by Fan Xian himself.

The rain of crossbows must stop, or all the people in the valley will die.

And as long as the crossbow rain stopped, giving the agents of the Central Supervision Institute in the carriage a chance to escape into the mountains and forests, Fan Xian believed that the six local sons would definitely use the black sword in their hands to harvest the lives of these snipers.

Harvest clean, not a single one is left.

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There were several hurried whistles in the snow forest, and it was obvious that the enemy had discovered that Fan Xian had escaped into the snow forest, and was mobilizing men to try to make a final snipe.

No one dared to despise a supervising institute and a nine-rank master, so these whistles that passed orders seemed a little flustered, and at this time, the crossbow arrows shot into the valley were also significantly less, because the people in the sniper carriage knew that their target was Fan Xian, and if Fan Xian didn't die, all of them would die.

It's just that although there are a lot fewer crossbow arrows, they still maintain enough density and deterrence to force those swordsmen of the Supervision Courtyard to stop in the carriage.

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The search and sniping continued, and in the snow on the nearby mountain, the sound of stepping on the snow sounded, and a man with a crossbow watched vigilantly.

The snow cracked open, and a black dagger pierced deep into his lower abdomen.

The dagger stirred and pulled it out to allow the toxin to work faster.

The man looked down in pain and despair, looking at the young man in white in front of him, and wanted to call for help, but a black light cut his throat.

Blood spurted out, he clutched his throat, knelt on the snow, his right hand slashed weakly, and the crossbow arrow in his hand shot into the snow next to his knees, and the powerful countershock force made him jump on the ground and fall to the snow with a muffled sound.

After Fan Xian slit this person's throat, he flew forward indifferently, hidden behind a tree, and looked at this person's last move with cold eyes, his heart was slightly cold, and he did not forget to inform his companions of the enemy situation before he died, the Qingguo army is indeed the strongest team in the world.

Breaking through the snow forest all the way and going up the snow mountain, Fan Xian had already killed more than a dozen people, and his body felt a little tired, and he clearly knew that there were more than 200 crossbowmen in this ambush on his own ground, and there were many masters, and he felt a little difficult to move, and the shadow side did not seem to have completely succeeded.

The other party really paid a big price.

At this time, he had already broken through two sniper lines, and came to a place near the top of the mountain, because he knew that those powerful crossbows to defend the city were placed here.

A thin sound of snow treading sounded in the woods, a team of crossbowmen nervously patrolled around here, half of the crossbowmen were sent to chase Fan Xian, and some of them were suppressing the carriages in the valley, no one thought that Fan Xian would be able to silently break through the two lines of defense and reach the top of the mountain.

Because few people in this world know that Fan Xian has been learning to assassinate and prevent being assassinated since he was a child, this kind of stalker instinct has entered his blood.

A snow shadow flashed from behind the tree, and took advantage of the snowflakes falling from the tree to rush over in a straight line!

It's so fast!

These crossbowmen only felt a flash in front of them, and then they felt the throated dragon feel cold, and the crossbow arrows in their hands shot out indiscriminately in a tense manner.

Aggressive.

Criss-crossed, hiding the danger of crossbow arrows, Fan Xian swept out, and the black slender dagger in his left hand was in these crossbowmen

With his right hand, he pulled out the long sword behind his back and slashed it directly.

The left hand is delicate and subtle, and the right hand is domineering and horizontal.

On the left is a black line, and on the right hand is a bright ground blob.

The crossbow arrows flew out towards the sky and into the trunks of the dense snow forests, and under the outline of the black lines, the bright ground was soaked in color.

With a local sound, the sword in Fan Xian's right hand encountered strong resistance in the end.

Fan didn't touch the ground with his idle feet, swept back, stood three steps in front of the man, and looked at each other coldly.

The other party held the knife in both hands, although he was a little afraid, but he still looked directly into Fan Xiandi's eyes fiercely, and shouted in his mouth to inform his neighboring partners.

Fan Xian still didn't move, looked at him coldly, and then spit out a word: "Duh!"

As soon as he spoke, his black dagger had already shot out, and the other people followed it with great speed...... Shot out, like a shadow dragging the ground behind a black dagger!

But in an instant, Fan Xian came to the man, and the black dagger also came to the man.

Slightly distracted by the word, the man screamed violently, slashed down with two knives, and slashed the black dagger into the snow.

Fan Xianwei screamed, his body lifted up two feet of land, and with a flip of his right wrist, he stabbed the long sword upside down at the empty door of the man's land!

To be able to survive has already proved the strength of that man. I saw him take three steps back, and his hands did not abandon the hilt of the sword, but danced by himself,

A sword light flashed, and it carried the momentum of Fan Xiandi's sword in the lightning and flint.

There was a crisp sound on the ground.

The knife was broken, the man's chest was stuffy, and he spit out a mouthful of blood, where could he resist the domineering true qi attached to Fan Xian's sword.

But he also succeeded in snatching Fan Xiandi's sword out, giving himself a chance to live.

However, in order to maintain his unusually high speed and body style, Fan Xian even gave up his sword!

He swooped up like a ghost, and pounced into the middle of the opponent's ground, without any fancy, but he slapped his palm on the opponent's chest with unusual speed and stability.

With a few clicks, the man's sternum was broken, his eyes protruded, and he died tragically on the snow.

Fan Xian turned around, picked up the long sword and dagger from the snow, pointed at the snow forest with his toes, and floated into the top of the forest, like a shock.

This time, there were three bangs, and the so-called electric flint was like this.

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Fan Xian looked at the three strong crossbows in the forest, and couldn't help but feel cold, sure enough...... It was a city crossbow, and he couldn't help but have countless doubts and uneasiness in his heart, but at this time, his people were still trapped in the valley, and he couldn't think too much.

The strange and terrifying shape of the crossbow is installed at the top of the mountain, and there are wooden disks and iron hubs below to control it.

Fan Xian attached himself to the snow forest, squinting at this scene, and couldn't help but think of the powerful impact on the ground of his carriage.

The crossbow is still being cast slowly but steadily, two wagons have been smashed in the valley, and the Inspectorate has suffered heavy casualties.

Therefore, although Fan Xian found that there were three seven-rank masters in the field, he still did not hesitate at all, turned into a big white bird, and pounced towards the three city crossbows.

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"Put!"

The man next to the crossbow was obviously the commander, and suddenly shouted loudly.

It's not a city crossbow, it's a rain of arrows that suddenly shoot out from the bottom left of the forest!

The snipers were clearly prepared, and Fan Xianren was in mid-air, facing the overwhelming rain of arrows, it seemed that there was no way to avoid it, but then everyone saw a scene that made them jaw-dropping.

Fan Xian pulled his right hand and turned his entire clothes over, covering his own head and face, but the other people fell directly to the ground like a stone!

It was not the ventilation that forcibly twisted the body, but directly dispersed the true qi in the body!

Let yourself fall to the ground like a fallen leaf, a stone that follows the laws of nature.

It seems simple, but this kind of true qi transformation is powerful and vibrating, which is enough to break the meridians of most masters in the world, and only an innate monster like Fan Xian can use this method.

No one thought that Fan Xian could fall like this, so most of the crossbow arrows were shot into the sky and the forest to frighten the birds.

But Fan Xian still felt like he had been struck by lightning, a pain that seeped into his bones made his eyes red, he knew that he had suffered internal injuries, but he was afraid that the surface of his body had begun to bleed.

As soon as his feet touched the ground, his whole body fell down, and like a snow fox, he glided along the snow with great speed, and floated towards the three city crossbows.

Crossbow bolts were shot in the snow behind him, densely intertwined, as if they were doing a great job for him.

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An extremely fast knife came over, Fan Xian's wrist flipped, and the black dagger spread out like a black shadow, and in a moment, it faced the knife fourteen times.

Fourteen clanging sounds, the swordsman retreated in a panic, his face was pale for a while, and he obviously suffered a dark loss, but he finally succeeded in stopping Fan Xian in front of him.

Fan Xian squinted his eyes and knew that this swordsman must have an extremely important position in the army, and there were two other people on the top of this mountain.

And what Fan Xian needs is time.

So he retreated, into the arms of the attacker behind him, and took his wrist in his backhand, and the black dagger stabbed out from his armpit.

The man behind him screamed, abandoned the knife, closed his palms, and risked the poison of the dagger on the ground, and clamped Fan Xian's dagger.

It's just that the power of Fan Xian's stab is so huge, the dagger finally slid through the man's fleshy palms and slashed into the opponent's body a little.

The man shouted wildly and slapped Fan Xiandi on the back of the head with a palm.

Fan Xian didn't look back, he palmed back.

Immediately afterwards, the dagger was pulled out and returned, and the hilt of the knife struck the man's face, Fan Xian seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, and the handle of the knife stabbed the man's eye socket.

The man's left palm came out again, blocking the hilt of Fan Xiandi's knife in front of him, an inch away.

Fan Xian pressed his thumb, and the handle of the knife stabbed out a sharp sharp blade, piercing the man's palm, and then, piercing the man's eyeball!

On the shore of the North Sea, even Sean suffered a loss from Fan Xian's trick, not to mention these strong people in the army.

The man didn't cover the liquid splashing eyes, and howled miserably, knowing that he was going to die, but he hugged Fan Xian from behind unusually strongly!

He wore a dagger on his left palm and eyeball, and his right arm tightly choked Fan Xiandi's throat.

The swordsman in front of him also slashed over with a knife, and the knife was like electricity, slashing directly at Fan Xian's ground door!

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Fan Xian snorted, pulled out the dagger from the eye socket of the person behind him, and stabbed directly at the swordsman in front of him.

Who would have thought that the swordsman would not care about his own life and death, he shouted violently, the knife did not stop, and let Fan Xian's dagger be inserted into his right chest.

It seems that these military powerhouses, even if they are fighting for their own lives, still want to leave Fan Xiandi's body in this valley not far from Kyoto.

However, Fan Xian's left arm was still stretched straight like this, holding the dagger in front of his arm, and his wrist was ...... There's a dark crossbow!

The sound of the machine spring sounded slightly, and today he killed a lot of swordsmen under Fan Xian's subordinate land with crossbow arrows, and suddenly found that his eyes were black, and then a sharp pain came, and then he knew that two crossbow arrows were inserted in his eyes.

Two small black arrows were stuck in the swordsman's eyes.

Fan Xian exhaled violently, and took a step forward with the strong man behind him, missing the blade of the swordsman.

Resisted the opponent's right hand with his subway shoulder, and with a click, it was still the knifeman's hand that was broken.

Fan Xian raised his foot and kicked out.

There was a muffled sound, and the swordsman in front of him was kicked upside down by this mixed with resentment and domineering, and smashed on the trunk of the tree, and his stomach was open, so he was not miserable.

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And at this time, the third person was finally killed.

Fan Xian's feet have not been withdrawn.

But he had been waiting for this man, ignoring the man behind him who was hugging him tightly, and his right hand had already grasped the hilt of the sword sticking out of his shoulder.

There was a snort, and the man behind him had both arms broken!

Like plum blossoms blooming to meet the wind and snow, like a boat fighting in the sea, without a trace of the sword of confusion, Fan Xian was cold and fierce, and stabbed with a sword.

The sword blade trembled slightly, seemingly weak, but in fact stubborn, regardless of the front and back, the left and the right, and the victory was indomitable.

It was the sword that Fan Xian buried at the bottom of the box, and it was also the most powerful sword he had when he faced the enemy head-on, if it wasn't for the most dangerous moment, he would definitely not use it.

Sigu Sword.

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The blade of the sword passed through the throat of the strong man in the army, and picked him in the middle of the snow, his eyes protruded and stared at Fan Xian, his hands were weakly paralyzed, and a pair of scimitars fell into the snow.

Those eyes seemed to be talking, expressing their own fear and incomprehension, as if to say, how could such a sword come so silently?

At this moment, the strange change resumed.

Fan Xianjian picked one person, tied one person behind him, and under the snow he was standing on, there was actually another person!

A gray figure came out of the snow, with a faint aura, holding a thin sword, and stabbed out of Fan Xiandi's back!

That's the real killer.

Fan Xian lurked in the snow and killed countless people, but at this time, facing the siege of three strong men, he was really exhausted, so he didn't notice the strangeness in this snow at all.

It was at this moment of imperimising victory that the enemy's last killer finally appeared.

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At this moment, Fan Xian only had time to take a step forward, and then he felt a hot pain, which spread from his waist to the back of his neck.

That faint sword directly pierced Fan Xian's official uniform that could resist ordinary attacks, leaving a long and miserable wound on his back!

The sword intent did not stop, and it rose to the sky, cutting through the belt of Fan Xian's hair.

The man who had been sticking to the ground behind Fan Xian had already been shocked into the snow by this sword.

And Fan Xiandi has been replaced by the assassin who has been hiding in the snow for a long time.

The back was hit hard, the long hair was weakly draped behind him, and the sword that was about to take Fan Xian's life,

Fan Xian's mental and physical strength was about to be exhausted to the extreme, and he couldn't mobilize the domineering true qi in his body in an instant.

He only had time to turn back.

Review.

The long black hair of the scattered enemy flicked out, and struck weakly on the cheek of the last assassin.

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A thin needle was pierced into the temple next to the assassin's cheek, trembling and trembling, as if a gust of wind could blow the needle off.

However, the assassin's body froze for a moment, and the sword aimed at Fan Xian's heart did not have time to stab out.

Fan Xianping slashed at the assassin's throat, and a rain of blood erupted from the back of the assassin's neck.

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