Chapter 119 A stunning shot

If it weren't for being forced into a dead end, Fan Xian would never have thought of using the black box. At first, when he followed His Majesty to Dadong Mountain to worship the sky, 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 was always on the boat, wrapped in the 130,000 taels of silver, exposed in the main hall of Huayuan, Suzhou, and welcomed the crowds to watch. The emperor and Chen Pingping thought about the box and were about to suffer from insomnia, but no one expected that Fan Xian would be so bachelor who chose such a storage location.

The most dangerous place is the safest place, for people and for boxes, the same is true.

He was going up the mountain at this time because he knew that his biggest advantage for this aberrant sniper was that Yan Xiaoyi had no idea what kind of weapons he had and had no understanding of the terrifying hot weapons.

At a distance of 500 meters, Yan Xiaoyi was only able to be beaten by himself. Once Yan Xiaoyi broke into less than 300 meters, with Yan Xiaoyi's archery technique, with Yan Xiaoyi's speed and divine power, I'm afraid Fan Xian would be shot so that he couldn't even raise his head, let alone aiming? So he had to distance himself from Yan Xiaoyi and waited for Yan Xiaoyi to appear in his sight.

The reason why Fan Xian did not immediately find an opportunity to counterattack after getting the box on the boat was because he knew that Yan Xiaoyi could shoot thirteen arrows in one second without aiming, and he needed to aim for a long time before... he could barely shoot. If he fired randomly on the coast, he would probably become the most cowardly time traveler in history.

Heavy sniping is not that fun... This is the point that Uncle Wu Zhu didn't forget to remind him when he taught him to use a gun, the wind speed, temperature, and the refraction of light... The so-called slight mistake is a thousand miles away, which is what he said.

Fan Xian didn't want him to aim at him randomly and fired a shot. But he penetrated a big tree fifty meters away next to Yan Xiaoyi.

If a strong man like Yan Xiaoyi experiences the deterrence of bullets and knows that he has such a terrifying long-range weapon, the other party must have a way to break into him and reduce the power of heavy snipers.

Therefore, Fan Xian only allowed himself to fire one shot.

Fan Xian was so cautious and valued Yan Xiaoyi so much, so he naturally had his own reason. He studied under Fei Jie's education since he was a child. At less than sixteen years old, he mastered the method of tracking and assassination in the Supervision Bureau. The sniping of Sean on the North Sea had proved his strength.

However, after entering the mountains and forests in the northern part of Danzhou, Fan Xian set up a mechanism along the road to eliminate traces. With the help of dense forests and steep and dense leafy land, he intended to get rid of Yan Xiaoyi's pursuit. However, he was unable to succeed. Yan Xiaoyi and his group always kept a distance of about a hundred feet from him.

It was not until the end that Fan Xian realized that Yan Xiaoyi was a hunter in the mountains back then. He seemed to have an innate sense of sensitivity to prey. Since he was his prey, it was of course difficult to get rid of tracking. As for those traps, I am afraid that in Yan Xiaoyi's eyes, it is nothing.

When Fan Xian secretly admired Yan Xiaoyi's land on the mountain, a few muffled groans and screams came from the big tree he had stopped for a while below.

Yan Xiaoyi looked at the personal soldiers who were pinned to death by the wood indifferently. There was no sign of sadness in his eyes. Instead, a wildfire began to burn. Since the northern abandoned horses in Danzhou entered the mountain, three of his five personal soldiers had died in Fan Xian's tricks and traps along the way. The person who died in front of him at this time was the fourth person.

Tracking to this point. As a peerless strongman at the ninth level, Yan Xiaoyi, who is close to the realm of a great master, is the same as Fan Xian’s thoughts at this moment, and he feels a little admiration for the other party.

Yan Xiaoyi knew what kind of damage did Yan Xiaoyi do on the cliff, especially the sword of Lord Ye Liuyun, to Fan Xian cause. If Fan Xian's level was rising and falling in the ninth grade before, then Fan Xian was seriously injured and had been running around for a night. At most, he was considered a good player in the eighth grade.

He thought that he had taken action himself and chased a seriously injured Fan Xian, which was a matter of being a mistake... But even such a seriously injured person was able to lay so many traps in the mountains, and some trap mechanisms were not completely discovered by Yan Xiaoyi himself, so he killed his subordinates and stopped him from moving forward.

The mountains and forests are filled with a scent of corruption. The primeval forest in the northern part of Danzhou is unintroduced for thousands of miles. The swamp is adjacent to the stone mountains. The beasts fight with vines. When the beach is approaching, the wet wind blows hard, blowing out the densest flora in the world. The denser the flora, the more dangers it hides inside.

I don’t know if this corruption smell is the corpse of an animal or the accumulation of old fallen leaves, and the smell is sunburned by the hot sun. In short, it is very bad and very pungent.

Yan Xiaoyi sniffed, slowly circulating the true energy in his body, and it was very difficult to smell the excellent smell covered by the rotten smell.

This smell was found in the trap, and the deaths of Yan Xiaoyi's four capable soldiers also originated from this. If he hadn't been careful to investigate at this time, he would have probably not smelled it.

Yan Xiaoyi did not forget that Fan Xian was a student of Mr. Fei Jie and the most fierce people in the world who used poison.

There is still the poison arranged by Fan Xian in the mountains and forests.

Yan Xiaoyi looked at the mountain and narrowed his eyes, unable to understand where Fan Xian got so much spirit and courage from so long that he could support him.

As soon as he thought of this, a confident smile appeared on the corner of his lips. The stronger the enemy, the happier it might be when he killed him.

"Governor..." The only surviving soldier swallowed his saliva and said in a trembling voice: "Once you enter the dense forest, it is hard to get out alive..." He lowered his voice and said: "After all, Fan Xian is not like you know the secret passages in these mountains."

Yan Xiaoyi looked at the personal soldier indifferently and said nothing. The mountains in the north of Danzhou and the primeval forests in the mountains were the key to isolating the land transportation between Qing Kingdom and Dongyi City. If it weren't for the secret passage, the siege of Dadongshan would not have been successful. Since half a year ago, Yan Xiaoyi has focused his entire mind on the secret passage and the terror of the surrounding mountains and forests. He has a special understanding of the secret passage and the horror of the surrounding mountains and forests.

But because of this, he felt a little respect for Fan Xian being able to hold on to this day.

"The five thousand brothers at the foot of Dadong Mountain are waiting for you to go back... Are you relieved to let that outsider command?" The personal soldier was obviously shocked by the four dead brothers, and was shocked by Fan Xian's blood-stained poison. He did not pay attention to Yan Xiaoyi's eyes and lowered his head and said:

"Even if Fan Xian can go out alive, there is a princess in Kyoto, so why bother?"

After Yan Xiaoyi was silent for a moment, he waved his hand, as if he wanted to signal the personal soldier not to say anything more.

His hand happened to wave his personal soldiers' faces.

With a crisp sound, the soldier's head was like a watermelon that had been slapped, distorted and deformed. His facial features were squeezed into a place with a palm. He didn't even make a muffled groan, and he fell straight to the ground.

Yan Xiaoyi looked at the corpse on the ground coldly and walked to the back of the big tree. He squatted down and pressed the weed that was flattened by Fan Xian. He confirmed that Fan Xian had not left for too long, confirmed the direction of Fan Xian leaving, and then chased after him silently.

Looking at the figure that appeared in the optical sighting lens, Fan Xian took a breath of air conditioning. He touched the injury from the arrow behind him and coughed twice. He had no intention of admiring the magic of the black box. He could preserve this heavy sniper so well, and the optical sighting lens was still so clear... He only focused on praising Yan Xiaoyi's movement power and powerful sixth sense.

I had been lurking in the grass for a while. I kept staring at the area up the mountain, and I was about to lock Yan Xiaoyi's body several times. However, Yan Xiaoyi seemed to be able to feel that danger innately. Every time I stayed at half a second, I would move again, and with the shield of towering trees and dense branches and leaves, I approached the peak step by step.

Fan Xian took a deep breath, worried that his previous cough would indicate the direction for Yan Xiaoyi. He forced the severe pain in his back, drilled out of the grass, climbed more than a hundred feet above, and found a big tree that could only be surrounded by at least five people, leaned against the trunk, and gasped in a big breath.

The air quickly poured into his throat. The burning temperature and the greed for oxygen in his body made every breath very quickly. He felt a burst of dryness and tingling pain in his throat. A sad tear began to rise from his chest.

Fan Xian loosened the laces on his neckline and forced himself to close his mouth. He breathed with his nose, cursing in his heart, thinking why he was so heavy but still so unconfident - he didn't have much recoil, so why didn't he dare to try measuring in advance?

Before he could finish scolding his inner monologue, he felt a little strange and his whole body immediately tensed.

Then he heard a slight sound from Du, and the giant tree behind him seemed to tremble slightly.

It should be an arrow.

Fan Xian had no reaction at first, but he immediately thought that the personal soldiers were dead. The arrow... Of course, it was Yan Xiaoyi's shot, and his pupils suddenly shrank!

He immediately bent his legs slightly, relaxed his entire knees, and leaned forward slightly. At this moment, he was the only ability to do some posture changes.

This posture can relieve the force, follow the powerful force behind it, and let your whole body fall forward and resolve it as much as possible.

If you block it hard at this time, the outcome will definitely be very miserable.

With a muffled sound, Fan Xian fell forward by being shaken. With a puff of blood, he fell into the deep grass and shrubs. There were countless fine wounds on his face and hands.

The giant tree behind him, all the barks of the palm-sized palm bloomed, revealing the white trunk inside. A delicate little arrow poked out the black arrow like a venomous snake that had been lurking for a long time. With the arrow as the center, the white trunk was shattered inch by the powerful true energy on the arrow.

Fan Xian had no time to see the vision on the tree behind him, nor did he have time to be glad that he had not put down the box on his back. He didn't even have time to wipe the blood from the corners of his lips, and had already begun to escape again. With his domineering true energy, he supported his tired body and ran towards the top of the mountain.

In less than five seconds, Yan Xiaoyi disappeared from the scope and had already touched him within a hundred feet. This body movement and this terrifying action really made Fan Xian feel a little disappointed.

A moment later, Yan Xiaoyi, who was wearing light armor and like a god, appeared behind the big tree, but his body was covered with mud at this time, and he looked extremely embarrassed.

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

He could feel a sense of danger that made him feel a little chilling and almost locked himself in the past.

Yan Xiaoyi once felt this kind of atmosphere, which was in the streets and alleys full of white mist in Kyoto.

However, what puzzled him was that he could lock his own deterrence from such a distance, unless... Fan Xian had reached the level of a great master, or was like himself, with the help of the divine bow.

But he still lie carefully in the grass.

Fan Xian, who was half-kneeling at the height, found that the target was always hidden in the dead corner, and couldn't help but curse a few words, took back the heavy sniper, swallowed the fishy blood that poured into his mouth, and rushed towards the top of the mountain.

There are all high mountains in the northern part of Danzhou. However, no one knows that on the top of the mountain where Yan Xiaoyi and Fan Xian sniped each other, there is a flat mountain, and the top of the mountain is as flat as a grassland. There is not a very wonderful tree, but the grass deeper than the knees, spreading like green felt.

The strange meadow on the top of the mountain spreads all the way to the edge of the cliff.

In the grass on the edge of the cliff, Fan Xian set up the support and calmly placed the black box beside him. The expression on his face had become calm. He knew that he had no way out. Even if he carried the box and climbed down the cliff, it was daytime. If Yan Xiaoyi shot down with his bow, he would have no way to die.

Moreover, he didn't want to escape anymore. He was chased by the primitive man holding a heavy sniper, but was chased by the primitive man holding a bow and arrow, and was so embarrassed. He felt very ashamed. If he died like this, he would definitely be laughed to death by those predecessors in the underworld. Especially the one named Ye.

However, the optical scope still could not capture Yan Xiaoyi's figure. Fan Xiandi's forehead began to sweat. His figure was also well hidden, but the approximate area was already controlled by Yan Xiaoyi. There was only such a large area near the cliff at the end of the meadow, and Yan Xiaoyi would always approach himself.

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

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 on his hands, he could clearly understand that the other party had something that could threaten him.

Fan Xian's muzzle reached into the grass, swaying on both sides, but he could not lock in the figure moving forward quickly.

Although the other party moved forward and retreated sometimes, as if drawing traces of spirals, Fan Xian knew better than anyone in this world that the spiral was always rising, and Yan Xiaoyi was gradually shortening the distance between himself and him.

Five hundred meters.

The sweat dripping from Fan Xian's forehead was getting faster and faster, and it was gradually pouring into his eyes.

Four hundred meters.

Fan Xian gradually felt a hint of helplessness, a feeling of being in my hands before, but he found that everything was just a sense of emptiness after the illusion. He had no way to snipe Yan Xiaoyi with one shot... And Yan Xiaoyi could definitely use the arrow in his hand to shoot himself into a hedgehog.

It's three hundred and fifty meters.

If Yan Xiaoyi is really bullied, with Fan Xian's current state, he will definitely not be able to escape from the men of the ninth-grade strong man.

Until this moment, Fan Xian finally understood the meaning of the heavy sniper in his hand, that is, it is meaningless! No matter how powerful a weapon is, it depends on whose hands it is in. Trying to sweep the world with a heavy sniper is just a fool's lie.

He could not even snipe Yan Xiaoyi, let alone the old monsters on the top of Dadong Mountain.

Sweat flowed through the small wound on his face that was cut by the grass leaves, and a stinging pain. Fan Xian's heart gradually calmed down. He knew that he could not let Yan Xiaoyi continue to approach him, but he could not use his scope to lock the fast-moving figure. At this critical moment of life and death, it seemed that he needed some luck.

Beyond luck, courage and determination are also needed.

"Yan Xiaoyi!"

A loud shout came from the meadow on the top of the mountain. Fan Xian, dressed in black, stood up from the grass with a sudden sound, raised the sniper rifle in his hand, aimed at Yan Xiaoyi not far away.

This loud shout disturbed the ignorant creatures in the meadow. A cunning mountain rabbit began to prepare to run towards the nearest cave. A field mouse eating grass roots stopped moving underground. His two forelimbs drooped slightly and were ready to run wildly at any time. Countless birds hidden in the grass began to flap their wings and prepare to fly to this fierce place.

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

He stopped, took off the long golden-wire bow behind him as fast as possible, and stood on the meadow one after another, with both feet forward and one behind, pulling the bowstring to the full moon with all his strength, and a cold arrow branch. He aimed directly at Fan Xian, who was showing his body.

At this moment, Yan Xiaoyi saw clearly what Fan Xian was holding, but he didn't recognize this thing. Perhaps it was the most advanced crossbow machine of the Supervision Bureau?

But since Fan Xian had already shown himself, he began to confront himself with the courage that he had not shown for a day and a night. Yan Xiaoyi gave Fan Xian this opportunity.

It was not that General Yan was arrogant, but that he knew that if he maintained a high speed and shot arrows at the same time, he might not necessarily hurt the little white face who was more cunning than a rabbit, timid than a field mouse, and more runaway than a bird.

At a distance of 100 feet, as long as you stand firm, you will definitely be able to shoot Fan Xian to death. Even if you can't shoot, you will not give Fan Xian any chance to fight back.

As for the strange-shaped thing that Fan Xian was holding...
To be continued...