Chapter 30: White Snow Red Forest Black Hair

Snatch and seize!

A dense sound came from all directions of the carriage. This was the sound of crossbow arrows shooting 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 shot at the carriage where Fan Xian was, especially the arrow shot from the terrifying powerful crossbow hidden in it, which even stabbed directly on the carriage with an incomparable momentum!

There was a bang.

The black carriage started to bounce helplessly, and the shaft of the shaking crossbow was cracked and jumped among the rocks, looking like a frog waiting to be slaughtered.

Then the carriage was not broken.

Fan Xian lowered his body and lay on the bottom of the carriage, forcibly circulating the true energy in his body, eliminating the huge impact force this time. Looking at the big hole under the body of the groom beside him, he couldn't help but feel a little shocked. This giant crossbow was too powerful and actually shot through a hole in the bottom of his carriage, revealing the remaining snow of the rocks below.

Fan Xian knew how strong the special carriage of the Supervision Bureau was. Between the two wooden boards inside and outside, there were iron wire cotton and a thin but hard steel plate. If it weren't for the carriage that gathered the collective wisdom of the Inner Cu Bingfang and the Supervision Bureau to protect him, he would have been dead long ago under the attack of this dense crossbow arrow like ice rain.

He pricked his ears and listened to the howling crossbow arrows outside, and knew that the enemy's primary target must be himself. Although he was not sure how the ambushed enemy saw through the change of the inspector's car, he knew that this was not the time to think about the cause and effect, because his ears judged that in such a short time, the crossbow arrows that sniped his enemy into the valley were pouring out so fast that it had already exceeded the number of Qingguo troops attacking foreign cities on the battlefield!

Kill yourself by attacking a city!

Such a powerful crossbow attack. The opponent's meticulous preparation made Fan Xian feel a hint of death.

It is obvious that 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 scream in the valley, and at the beginning of the attack, Fan Xian let out a loud roar, informing his subordinates of the Supervision Office. The swordsmen and spies from six places hid in the car quickly when they saw the opportunity. The coachmen who stayed outside and the state troops sent from Weizhou did not have such good luck.

The crossbow arrow pierced into the heads of the state soldiers and into the chest, abdomen and eye sockets of the horse, piercing and tearing, removing these living flesh and blood from the life they attached to.

There was no way to avoid it. More than one hundred state troops died in the rain of arrows drawn at the first draw. The horses even fell into the snow with a tragic neighing, and blood stained the black snow in the valley, which looked terrible.

There are corpses everywhere, arrow branches everywhere, blood everywhere, and death everywhere.

The carriages became the last fortress of the inspectorate, and held on pitifully in the wind and rain of crossbows, like a boat in the ocean, which could be swallowed by huge waves at any time. In just a moment, countless black crossbow arrows had been shot into the carriage carriage. The crossbow arrows penetrated deep into the wall of the cabin and pierced into the steel plate, and were firm and not falling... The carriage in the valley looked like a coffin box, and suddenly countless Netherworld molds grew.

A few more sounds of strong crossbows coming from the mountains and forests, accompanied by extremely low gasping sounds.

With a whoosh!

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

The powerful crossbow pierced into the black carriage. With a loud bang, the carriage jumped again, and then it turned over to the left with a tragic tragic sound!

What a huge power this is.

Fan Xian was in the carriage and felt everything around him turned upside down in an instant. A powerful vibration threw him away from the bottom wing. The light could see that a sharp metal crossbow arrow had pierced the wall of the carriage. He stabbed in gloomy and terriblely. It was only half a foot away from his chest and abdomen.

It was so dangerous that Fan Xian looked at the all-metal ground crossbow arrow. Looking at the ground wood chips brought out from the rod of the crossbow arrow, he knew that the roof of the carriage would not last long.

The carriage should not be too heavy, so when designing, the two layers of wooden boards were just a layer of extremely thin steel plates. After all, the strangers in the three places would never have thought that when an enemy was sniping, they would use the powerful crossbow to defend the city!

Fan Xian knew that he could no longer sit and wait for death, so he took two breaths of slightly sweet air quickly. Taking advantage of the moment when the carriage capsized, his whole body had already drilled out of the hole at the bottom of the previous one.

It was obvious that the assassin in the valley did not expect that Fan Xian would find a way out that was not considered, so he responded a moment later.

At this moment, Fan Xian touched the ground with his toes and did not dare to stay. He forced his body to turn, and drew a few strange lines on the clearing ground in the valley. He walked towards the forest on one side of the valley.

Wow, swow, more than ten slender but sharp crossbow arrows shot hard into the place where Fan Xian was before, shot on the bottom of the tumbling carriage, and shot into the mud and snow at the bottom of the valley!

Before the danger was lifted, Fan Xian roared and his whole body flew up. He slapped a piece of bluestone on the ground with one hand, and narrowly avoided the second wave of crossbow arrows shot.

Bluestones are broken, people are destroyed, crossbows are shot in the air!

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

He pulled out a slender black dagger from his boots with one hand and held the hilt of the sword beside his waist with the other. He disappeared into the woods like a ghost.

Before he disappeared, he whistled again, but did not look back into the valley, and his confidant subordinates looked at him.

Several officials from the Supervision Bureau had died, and these people died at the moment before.

When Fan Xian's carriage was shaken by a powerful crossbow, these subordinates were worried about his safety and did not care about the orders conveyed by Fan Xian with his roar. They forced their car door and shot into the valley with their carry-on crossbow arrows, trying to gain some relaxation time and rushed to Fan Xian's carriage.

However, the officials of the Supervision Bureau used hand crossbows, which were obviously not as long as the powerful crossbows of those in the mountains and forests. Although the swordsmen at six places were trained like the god of killing in the night, they still had no chance to fight back when facing such a rapid crossbow rain.

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

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

When Fan Xian saw this scene, his face became calmer, with a hint of pale indifference in the calmness. Only calmness can counterattack the most effectively.

Counterattack.

When he came out of the carriage, he swung three times in a row, but he was still shot into his left thigh by a crossbow. Although he was just passing by, he still felt like a fire.

The fox fur is a little soft and is tied with the wound on the thigh. It is very suitable.

Just in time to fight back.

There are snow forests on both sides of the valley. The sound of Fan Xian's ears moving was the warning of the shadow. He knew that the shadow was in the mountains and forests over there. So he chose the opposite direction.

He trusts Shadow's strength. No matter how many people there are in the forest there, Shadow can make the crossbowmen die or fall into the shadow of the death.

And Fan Xian must do the mountains and forests here in person.

Such a dense rain of crossbow must stop, otherwise everyone in the valley will die.

As soon as the crossbow rain stopped, it gave the spies from the local inspectors in the carriage the opportunity to escape into the mountains and forests. Fan Xian believed that the children from six places would definitely use the black sword in their hands to harvest the lives of these snipers.

Harvest cleanly. No one left.

Several rapid whistles came from the snow forest. It was obvious that the enemy had discovered that Fan Xian had fled into the snow forest and was pulling out his hands to try to carry out the final sniper.

No one dared to underestimate a gentry from the Supervision Bureau, a ninth-grade master, so these few whistles were whistling in the orders. At this time, there were obviously fewer crossbow arrows shooting into the valley, because the people who sniped the carriage knew that their target was Fan Xian, and if Fan Xian did not die, they would all die.

However, although there were a lot less crossbow arrows, they still maintained sufficient density and deterrence, and forced the swordsmen of the Supervision Bureau to stay in the carriage.

Search and sniping continued. In the snow near the hill, a sound of stepping on the snow sounded, and a man holding a crossbow looked around vigilantly.

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

The dagger stirred for a moment and pulled it out to make the toxins work faster.

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

Blood squirted out, he covered his throat and knelt on the snow, and his right hand snatched weakly. The crossbow arrow in his hand shot towards the snow beside his knees. The powerful recoil force made his dying body jump, fell on the snow, making a muffled sound.

After Fan Xian cut the man's throat, he flew forward indifferently, hid behind a tree, looked at the man's final move coldly, and felt a little cold in his heart. He did not forget to inform his companions about the enemy until his death. Qingguo's army was indeed the most powerful team in the world.

After breaking through the snow forest and going up the snow mountain, Fan Xian had already killed more than a dozen people, and his body felt a little tired. He also knew clearly that there were more than 200 crossbowmen who ambushed him this time, and many masters came. He felt a little difficult to start his own hands, and the shadow side seemed to have not been completely successful.

The other party really paid a big price.

At this time, he had already broken through two sniper lines and came to the place near the mountain, because he knew that the powerful city guard crossbows were placed here. He was close to his goal and did not care about the warning message before the person died. Situation and assassination were actually more physical and mental than fighting head-on, so he decided to change his approach.

A stream of fine snow stomping sounded in the woods, and a team of crossbowmen patrolled around them nervously. Half of the crossbowmen were sent to chase Fan Xian, and some were suppressing the carriages in the valley. No one expected that Fan Xian could silently break through the two defense lines and come to the top of the mountain.

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

The snow flew again, and a snow line suddenly appeared on the ground. A snow shadow flashed from behind the tree, taking advantage of the opportunity of snowflakes falling all over the sky, turning into a straight line and rushing towards it!

What a fast speed!

These crossbowmen only felt a flash in front of their eyes, and felt a chill of throat dragons. The crossbow arrows in their hands shot out randomly in tension.

Aggressive.

Among the crossbow arrows that were crisscrossing and hiding risks, Fan Xian swept out, and the black slender dagger in his left hand slashed across the throats of these crossbowmen. With his right hand, he pulled out the long sword behind him and slashed directly.

The left hand is soft and soft, while the right hand is domineering.

On the left is a black line, and on the right is a bright chromatic ball.

Crossbow arrows flew into the sky and shot into the dense snow forest trunks. Under the outline of these black lines, a group of crossbowmen were yelling and dying on the ground, with blood flowing.

With a sound of noise, Fan Xian's sword in his right hand encountered strong resistance at the end.

Fan Xian's feet did not touch the ground, quickly rushed back, stood in front of the man three steps, and looked at the other person 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 with a strong voice and shouted to inform his neighboring partners.

Fan Xian still didn't move, looked at him coldly, and then uttered a word: "Du!"

As he finished speaking, his black dagger had already shot out, and his people were extremely quick to follow the black dagger... and shot out like a shadow dragging behind the black dagger!

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

The man was a little confused by the word "du". The man shouted violently. He slashed his swords and slashed the black dagger to the snow.

Fan Xian screamed strangely. He lifted his body upwards two feet above, flipped his right wrist and hanged the sword upside down toward the man's empty door!

Being able to survive has proved the man's strength. He took three steps away, his hands did not abandon the hilt of the knife, and he danced on his own. A sword light flashed by, and withstood the momentum of Fan Xian's sword in a flash.

There was a crisp sound when it was.

The knife broke, and the man felt stuffy in his chest and spit out a mouthful of blood. How could he resist the domineering true energy attached to Fan Xian's sword?

But he also successfully pulled Fan Xiandi's sword out, giving himself a chance to survive.

However, in order to maintain his extraordinary speed and body movement, Fan Xian even abandoned the sword!

He went up like a ghost and rushed into the opponent's middle lane, without any fancy, but he slapped his palm on the opponent's chest with an extremely fast and steady palm.

With a few sounds, the man's sternum was broken inch and his eyes were protruding, and he died tragically on the snow.
To be continued...