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Chapter 44 Washing hands and making soup(2/2)

"Can you talk?" Wang Xi sighed, licked his extremely dry lips, and said, "I don't have to kill you. If you are willing to follow me, you will not participate in the affairs of the world from now on, waste your martial arts, cut off your connection with the world, and make the world think you are dead... Fan Xian also quit this. His purpose is achieved, and I don't have to kill you."

Yan Shendu didn't laugh, just thought it was ridiculous.

So he let go.

The arrow suddenly left like a black line. The moment before it seemed to be on Yan Shendu's bowstring, and the next moment it had arrived in front of Wang Xi!

Then Yan Shendu saw a scene that shocked him. He saw Wang Xi's feet slightly moved and took three steps in a row. After three steps, he returned to the place where he had been standing.

Where is that arrow?

The feather arrow with infinite wind storms and brushes Wang Xi's cheeks, passing through the thick cotton curtain. With a whistle-whistle-throwing sound into the endless darkness, combined with the whistle-throwing wind everywhere, and can no longer be heard.

It seemed like three simple steps, but Yan Shen's pupils had tightened alone, and he could see the mystery inside. Within such a short distance, he could avoid his own rapid arrow. What he needed was not only a terrifying reaction speed, but also a high true qi control that matched it!

Who is the other party? Where did such a master emerge? How could he work hard for Fan Xian?

Three doubts surged into Yan Xiaoyi's heart, but his subordinates did not slow down at all. They had already shot out three feather arrows, turning into three lightnings, shooting towards Wang Xi's upper, middle and lower routes. However, his man lifted the knife and turned up, cut through the camp cloth behind him, and escaped into the darkness. This series of actions and the three pearl arrows had consumed too much of his energy. He had no spare energy to call for help, and he also knew that even if the soldiers in the camp rushed over, they would not be able to rescue him in front of this mysterious fortune teller.

After the camp, Yan Shendu still held the bow and condensed the arrow, but did not shoot it out, looking at Wang Xi in front of him like a ghost. He didn't know how the other party avoided the three arrows and how he could block the way out before him.

Fortunately, Yan Shen's eyes were sharp-eyed and saw the blood dripping from Wang Xi's sleeve. The other party was injured. This fact made Yan Shen's divine energy boost. It seemed that the mysterious method could not completely avoid the Yanmen magic arrow!

The sky has not yet fallen snow, and the wind is howling by, rolling up the remaining snow on the ground, which is no different from falling snow.

Wang Xi looked down at his sleeves that were leached with blood, shook his head, and said, "I really don't want to kill anyone."

"Then why are you here?" Yan Shen asked coldly with his eyes narrowed.

"Because..." Wang Xi looked at the night sky above his head with some confusion, "Because I have to help Fan Xian, for the peace of the world, for the balance of the entire continent, for the hometown, or for what? I have to help him."

"The peace of the world depends on one person? Fan Xian is not Your Majesty..." Yan Shendu retreated left and leaned back slightly, and was pressing against his quiver, while talking, he was preparing secretly.

"There is no one in my family." Wang Xi sighed and said, "If I want to make the world peaceful, I must help him, so I have to be sorry for you... In the great era, the sacrifice of small people is always needed."

Little man? Yan Shendu never looked at himself like this. He is the son of the Grand Governor, the successor of Yanmen's archery technique, and the striking figure in the world in the future. Now he has just killed two priests in a temple. His glory has not been fully released, so how can he die?

Wang Xi looked up at the sky again, as if he was about to see the starry sky through the thick clouds in the sky, and said quietly: "I hope I didn't help the wrong person."

Looking up at the sky. How could such a good opportunity disappear?

Yan Shen stood up with a stern, controlled the string and shot seven arrows in succession, then touched the quiver with one hand, pulled out the last arrow...turned the string, buckled the string, and shot out!

Seven arrows are in front, but the arrow with the strongest murderous intent is hidden at the end.

Yan Shendu was no longer as satisfied with his cultivation as he is today. Being able to shoot such a seventy-one number was the peak that he could reach in his life, and was even stronger than his father back then. He believed that even if Fan Xian was standing opposite him, Fan Xian could not avoid it.

But he forgot one thing that everyone has different fighting styles. If Fan Xian wanted to kill him personally, he would definitely be very sinister and poison him. If he stabbed him closely, he would not give him any chance to shoot an arrow.

If Fan Xian came to kill him, Yan Shendu would definitely not be able to keep his entire body. He would die very cowardly and ugly.

Wang Shisanlang seemed gentle and thoughtful, but the way he chose to fight was a brave and terrifying way that was completely different from his appearance.

Yes, it's scary.

Wang Xi rushed over directly, like a big bird flying in the dark night. His wings spread, and the strong wind hurt him. He ignored the seven feathered arrows pricked his body. His pupils were shining with a sharp light. He stretched his right hand and directly grabbed the terrifying arrow at the last!

The puff sound came out, and the arrows pierced Wang Xi's body, but his body was swimming in the air. It did not hurt the vital parts. It just passed through the lower arm of the shoulders and arms.

With a chirping sound, the arrow finally slid from Wang Xi's right hand, like a wheel bearing gravity crushing on a rough road, with an extremely unpleasant friction sound.

A faint smell of anxiety seemed to rise in the night sky. Wang Xi's right hand was quickly ground by the lightning. What kind of high speed does this high temperature mean?

However, the arrow finally stopped before it was about to pierce into Wang Xi's eye socket, only one inch. He just held the arrow with a flesh-and-blooded hand!

His people had already rushed to Yan Shendu like birds, only one foot.

Wang Xi groaned, turned his wrist and inserted the tip of the arrow into Yan Shen's heart. He made a move like lightning, and he could not avoid it.

Yan Shendu staggered down, looking at the blood and arrows in his chest, looking at the assassinator who was bleeding all over his body, opened his mouth but couldn't say anything. So Ji sat in front of his barracks, and his body twitched weakly.

He forgot what his father had taught him. As an arrow guest, the effective distance between his weapons determines life and death, and he was still too close to the person in front of him.

Wang Xi stood in front of him gasping, looking at the archer whose breathing was getting weaker, and said, "Brother Xiaojian, please feel free to go on the road."

It was not until the moment when Yan Shendu died that he realized that he was really just a small person in this great era. However, a good arrow person died under his own arrow. It was also a good destination? But... he was unwilling to give up... He used all his strength in vain and stretched forward, trying to catch the assassin, want to kill the other party, and want to kill the coming dead.

When his fingertips touched Wang Xi's belt, a cold bloody feeling caught a thing in his tentacles. Brother Yan Shen finally became powerful, and he whipped his throat, and he died.

Wang Xi straightened up, let go of his right hand, looked at the long terrifying burnt marks in his palm, looked down at the seven feathered arrows stuck in his body, looked at the blood all over his body, couldn't help but feel pain, and said to himself with a trembling voice: "It hurts so much..."

He endured the pain and escaped from the Yuantai camp through Yexue Yefeng, returned to the mountain, picked up the green banner, and disappeared into the darkness again.
Chapter completed!
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