Snatch and snatch!

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

At this moment, I don't know how many crossbow arrows there were, shè towards the carriage where Fan Xian was, especially the arrows from the terrifying strong crossbow shè hidden in it, and it was even more incomparably impulsive, directly stabbing on the carriage!

Bang.

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 did not fall apart.

Fan Xian leaned down on the floor of the carriage, forcibly operating the true qi in his body, eliminating this huge impact, looking at the big hole 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 pierced a hole in the bottom plate of his carriage, revealing the remnants of snow on the rocks below.

Fan Xian knew how strong the special carriage of the Supervision Yuan was, and between the inner and outer layers of wooden planks was iron 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 wistling crossbow arrows outside, knowing that the enemy's primary target must be himself, although he didn't know how the enemy in ambush saw through the change of cars in the Supervision Institute, 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 crossbow arrows that sniped his own enemy shè towards the valley were pouring so fast that it had already exceeded the number of Qing ** teams on the battlefield when they 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 in the valley were also surprised that these carriages in the valley were so strong that they could withstand the power of powerful crossbows.

The crossbow rain was still flying, and there was a miserable howl of horses and neighing in the valley, and at the beginning of the attack, Fan Xian had already informed his subordinates of the Supervision Yuan, and the swordsmen and spies from the six places saw the opportunity to hide in the car very quickly, but the coachmen who stayed outside and the state soldiers sent by Weizhou did not have such good luck.

The bolts stabbed into the skulls of the state soldiers, into the chests and sockets of the horses, piercing and tearing, stripping the living 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 drawn at the first time, and those horses fell in the snow with a neighing misery, and the blood stained the black snow in the valley, which looked miserable.

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

And the carriages have become the last fortress of the people of the Supervision Yuan, holding on pitifully in the rain of crossbows and arrows, like a ship in the ocean, which may be swallowed by huge waves at any time, but it is only an instant, and the carriage has been shè into countless black sè crossbow arrows, and the crossbow arrows have penetrated deep into the wall of the carriage, pierced into the steel plate, and are firm and not falling...... The carriage in the valley looked like a coffin box, and suddenly a myriad of ghostly mold hairs had grown.

............ There were several more tooth-sore crossbow winding sounds in the mountain forest, accompanied by a very low sound of hard panting.

Whoosh!

The terrifying giant crossbow came out again, only this time it was not only aimed at the carriage where Fan Xian was, but also at the carriage in front of it.

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

What a great power.

Fan Xian stepped into the carriage, feeling a qiē around him turn upside down in an instant, a powerful vibration threw him away from the bottom compartment board, and a sharp metal crossbow arrow had pierced the carriage wall of the carriage in the afterglow, and Yīn Sen stabbed into it horribly, only half a foot away from his chest and abdomen.

It was 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 would not last long.

The carriage can't be too heavy, so when it was designed, only a very thin steel plate was sandwiched between the two layers of wooden planks, 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!

............ 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, the whole person's 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 stay at all, his body forcibly turned, drew a few strange lines in the clearing between the valleys, and rushed towards the forest on the side of the valley.

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

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

The bluestone is broken, the traces of people are extinguished, and the crossbow arrows are empty!

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

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

Before disappearing, he whistled again, but did not look back at his precarious cronies and subordinates in the valley.

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

When Fan Xian's carriage was overturned by a strong crossbow, these subordinates were worried about his safety, ignoring the previous orders conveyed by Fan Xian with a whistling sound, forcibly opened the car door, and used the crossbow arrows they carried with them to face shè in the valley, trying to buy some time to relax, and rushed to Fan Xian's carriage.

However, the officials of the Supervision Yuan used hand crossbows, which were obviously not as long as the crossbows of those in the mountains and forests, and although the swordsmen of the six places were trained like killing gods in the night, they still had no chance to fight back in the face of such a sudden crossbow rain.

But in an instant, the crossbow arrow turned 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 man with the fastest body 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, only calmness can be the most effective counterattack.

Counterattack.

When he came out of the carriage, he swung three times in a row, but he was still hit by a crossbow arrow in his left thigh, although it was only rubbing the skin, it was still as painful as fire.

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

Just fight back.

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

He trusts the strength of the shadow, no matter how many people there are in the mountains and forests over there, the shadow can make those crossbowmen die, or fall into the shadow of death.

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

Such a dense 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 Supervision Yuan in the carriage a chance to escape into the mountains and forests, Fan Xian believed that the sons and daughters of the Six Divisions would definitely use the black swords in their hands to harvest the lives of these snipers.

Harvest clean, not a single one is left.

............ There were a few 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 his men to try to carry out the final sniping attack.

No one dared to despise a Tisi of the Supervision Yuan and a master of the Nine Ranks, so these whistles that passed orders seemed a little flustered, and at this time, the crossbow arrows in the valley were also significantly reduced, because the people who sniped the carriage knew that their target was Fan Xian, and if Fan Xian did not die, all of them would die.

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

............ The search and sniping continued, and in the snow near the top of the mountain, the sound of snow treading sounded, and a man with a crossbow looked around.

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

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

The man looked down in pain and despair, looking at the young man in white in front of him, yù called for help, but his throat was cut by a black light.

Blood spurted out, he clutched his throat, knelt on the snow, his right hand slashed weakly, the crossbow arrow in his hand shè to the snow next to his knees, the strong anti-shock force made his dying body jump, fell on the snow, and made a muffled sound.

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

All the way through the snow forest and 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 who ambushed him this time, 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 the two sniper lines and came to the place near the mountain, because he knew that those powerful crossbows for defending the city were placed here. He didn't care about the person's jǐng news before he died, stealth and assassination were actually more physically expensive than head-on fighting, so he decided to take another way.

A sound of fine 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 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 come to the top of the mountain.

Because few people in this world know that Fan Xian has learned assassination and preventing assassination since he was a child, this instinct of a stalker has entered his blood.

The snow flew again, and a snow line suddenly appeared on the ground, and a snow shadow flashed from behind the tree, and took advantage of the snowflakes falling from the tree to turn into a straight line and rush over!

What a speed!

These crossbowmen only felt a flower in front of them, and then they felt the throat dragon feel cold, and the crossbow arrows in their hands shuffled out in a tense manner.

Aggressive.

Criss-crossed, hidden among the crossbow arrows, Fan Xian swept out, the black slender dagger in his left hand slashed across the throats of these crossbowmen, and with a reversal of 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.

On the left is a black sè line, and on the right hand is a glossy sè ball.

Crossbow arrows flew one after another, heading towards the sky, shè into the dense snow forest trunk, under the outline of the black sè lines, the bright sè group was impregnated, a team of crossbowmen screamed miserably, and fell to the ground one after another, blood flowing.

With a bang, 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, he still looked directly into Fan Xian's eyes strongly, and shouted in his mouth to inform the neighboring partners.

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

As soon as the words fell, his black sè dagger had already shè out, and his people followed the black sè dagger very quickly...... shè went out, like a shadow dragged behind the black sè dagger!

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

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

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

Being able to survive has already proved the strength of that person, I saw that he took three steps back, did not abandon the hilt of the sword with both hands, but danced on his own, a piece of sword light flashed, and he carried the momentum of Fan Xian's sword between the lightning and flint.

When there was a crunch.

The knife broke, 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 pulling Fan Xian's sword out, giving himself a chance to live.

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

He swooped up like a ghost and pounced into the middle of the opponent's alley, without any fancy, but he slapped his palm on the opponent's chest very quickly and steadily.

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, and then pointed at the snow forest with his toes, and floated into the top of the forest, like a shock, no longer visible.

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

―――――――――――――――――――――― Fan Xian looked at the three strong crossbows under the forest, and couldn't help but feel cold, sure enough...... It was the city crossbow, and countless doubts and uneasiness could not help but emerge 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 city crossbow is installed at the top of the mountain, and there are wooden disks and iron hubs below to control it, and the winding cables and machine springs require several people to work together to complete, and the huge crossbow arrows are placed next to them.

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

The crossbow was still being cast slowly and steadily, and two carriages had been smashed in the valley, and the Inspectorate had suffered heavy casualties.

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

............ "Put!"

The man next to the crossbow, who was clearly the commander, suddenly shouted.

It wasn't a city crossbow that was released, but a dense rain of arrows that suddenly came out of the lower left side of the forest!

These snipers were obviously prepared, and Fan Xianren seemed to be unavoidable in the face of the overwhelming rain of arrows in mid-air, but everyone immediately saw a scene that made them jaw-dropping.

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

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 the powerful shock between this kind of true qi transformation 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 would be able to fall down like this, so most of the crossbow arrows were aimed at the frightened birds in the sky and the forest, and only a few crossbow arrows hit Fan Xian's body, but they were blocked by the official uniform he made for himself with the Supervision Yuan and the domineering true qi that was extremely strong in his body.

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, and like a snow fox, he slid along the snow surface with great speed, and floated towards the three city crossbows.

The crossbow arrows shè in the snow behind him, densely inserted, as if they were marching for him.

............ An extremely fast knife greeted him, Fan Xian's wrist flipped, and the dagger of the black sè 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 masters like this on the top of this mountain.

And what Fan Xian needs is time.

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

The man behind him screamed, abandoned the knife, closed his palms, and took the risk of poison on the dagger to clamp 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 pair of fleshy palms and slashed into the opponent's body a little.

The man shouted wildly and slapped Fan Xian's back of the head with a palm.

Fan Xian didn't look back, but turned his palm.

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 Fan Xian's knife handle 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 eyeballs!

On the shore of the North Sea, even Sean suffered the loss of Fan Xian's move, not to mention the strong men in these armies.

The man didn't cover his eyes splashed with liquid, he howled miserably, knowing that he was going to die, but he hugged Fan Xian from behind with great strength!

He was wearing Fan Xian's dagger on his left palm and eyeball, and his right arm was tightly choking Fan Xian'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 face!

............ 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 screamed violently, the knife momentum did not stop, and he allowed Fan Xian's dagger to be inserted into his right chest.

It seems that these strong men of the military, even if they fight for their own lives, want to leave Fan Xian's body in this valley not far from Kyoto.

However, Fan Xian's left arm was still stretched straight like this, holding a 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 Rì killed many of Fan Xian's subordinate swordsmen 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 delicate black arrows stuck in the swordsman's eyes.

Fan Xian exhaled violently, took a step forward with the strong man behind him, missed the blade of the swordsman, and resisted the opponent's right hand with his iron shoulder, and with a click, it was still the swordsman's hand that was broken.

Fan Xian raised his foot and kicked out.

With a muffled sound, the knife man 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 it was not miserable.

............ 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 it with a sword.

The blade of the sword 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 facing the enemy head-on, if it wasn't for the most dangerous moment, he would definitely not use it.

Look around at the sword.

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

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

At this time, strange changes began again.

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 against Fan Xian'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 imminent victory that the enemy's last killer finally appeared.

............ 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 withstand 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 person who had been sticking behind Fan Xian had already been shocked into the snow by this sword.

And Fan Xian's back 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 jīng divine body at this time was about to exhaust 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 scattered's long, jet-black hair flung out and struck weakly on the last assassin's cheek.

............ Where it fell, a thin needle pierced 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 didn't have time to stab out.

Fan Xian flattened his palm and slashed the assassin's throat, and a rain of blood erupted from the back of the assassin's neck.