Xiao En could not hide far. Twenty years in prison had taken a toll on him that was difficult to repair. And these days, he had to fight Fan Xian's powerful poison. With great difficulty, he had reopened his meridians, but he found that after a tense escape, he had turned back to kill the three hounds that refused to let him go. He had wasted some of his strength.
He clung tightly to the branch, his chest heaving up and down. His breathing was a little rushed, and he couldn't help but laugh at himself. When people get old, they become useless.
The moonlight shone into the forest, and he could clearly see the seven powerful figures with long swords on their backs. They were using a very cautious method to force their way toward his hiding place. Xiao En was actually a little shocked. Since leaving prison, this was the first time he had seen the Tiger Guards of the diplomatic mission. He didn't know when the Kingdom of Qing had acquired such a powerful force outside of the Sixth Bureau of the Overwatch Council.
But he was more worried about the young man called Fan Xian. Xiao En knew long ago that his opponent was determined to kill him, and so he had deliberately revealed an opening.
Over the mountain next to the forest was Wuduhe. Xiao En's most secretive disciple had sent out a reinforcement team, waiting for him on the other side of the national border.
A cold light flashed in Xiao En's eyes, and he decided to take a gamble. It had been four hours since he had escaped from the diplomatic mission's camp, and the pursuit and counter-pursuit had also been silent and austere for four hours. In the distance, the eastern horizon was already faintly white, and the milky white fog that was unique to the side of the great lake had begun to rise from the short fir forest.
The fog gradually filled the forest, and this was Xiao En's chance. He slid down the branch without a sound, and his whole body lay flat on the muddy ground. Like a mudfish, he bravely moved in the opposite direction in which the seven Tiger Guards were searching. As he crawled along the muddy ground, Xiao En gradually found that familiar feeling. It was the same feeling he had many years ago, when he was a little secret agent of Northern Wei, when he had risked his life.
The old man suppressed his heavy breathing to the extreme, and the pure zhenqi in his body supported his somewhat weak energy. Under the cover of the fog, he was about to "brush past" the seven powerful Tiger Guards. Although he was a little disheveled, and had somewhat lost the grace of a genius of a generation, as long as he could break through this forest and return to the north, everything seemed to be a piece of cake.
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Thud! Thud! Thud!
Three snake-like crossbow bolts shot towards Sean's body like lightning, as if they had eyes of their own. Sean's body seemed to have some sort of sensing ability. Before the crossbow bolt reached his body, he had already shifted a few inches to the left to avoid the misfortune of being impaled.
But in this way, his whereabouts had already been exposed. The seven snow-like and bloodthirsty long sabers turned into a terrifying net that directly covered the sky above him.
With a muffled groan, Sean had already disappeared from where he stood. The true battle prowess of a powerhouse of a generation had finally erupted at this moment. The air in the forest crackled, and in the blink of an eye, the old man had already floated to the side of the seven longswords. His body leaned forward, and his momentum actually dispersed the thick fog at the end of the night. He slapped his palms on the longswords!
The two Tiger Guards let out muffled groans as they were sent flying by Xiao En's palms. Their bodies smashed into the trees, snapping two small trees in the middle.
Gao Da let out a wild roar and gripped the hilt of the longswords with both hands. He slashed down at the ghost-like figure with a head full of white hair!
This saber whistled through the air, but Sean's face was expressionless. The pair of eyes hidden in his white hair shone with a faint light. His palms came together, and his body disappeared into the fog, dodging Gao Da's unstoppable saber. He struck out with his palms, and the strong wind caused Gao Da to dodge for an instant.
In an instant, the remaining four Tiger Guards' longswords arrived like snow, enveloping Sean's entire body.
Sean let out a shrill howl. His feet pushed off the ground, and rotten mud flew everywhere. His ten fingers shot out, and countless needle-shaped wooden sticks shot out in all directions!
The four Tiger Guards heard the whooshing sound of the wind. They gripped their longswords with both hands to protect their entire bodies. The hilts of their swords were in front of their faces, afraid that these unknown hidden weapons would stab into their eyes. Even so, they still felt a sudden prickling pain on their bodies, and their hands were covered in thin wooden threads.
Gao Da struck again, and the strong wind from the blade blew away the wooden spikes. He gripped his longsword with both hands and raised his head. He saw that Sean's body had already become a faint shadow, piercing through the thick fog and reaching the top of the trees.
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With a crash, the newly grown leaves were scattered in all directions by a powerful force. Fan Xian's body, shrouded in black clothing, was like a stone from the heavens. He soared through the air and smashed into Xiao En, who had risen to the highest point. His zhenqi was almost exhausted, and he was reaching out to grab a tree branch!
He had been hiding to one side. The three crossbow bolts from before had been fired by him. With great difficulty, he had found such a good opportunity. How could he let it go?
In the time it takes for a spark to fly off a flint, he and Xiao En had already collided. He reversed his elbow and raised his wrist, and the slender dagger, glowing with black light, fiercely stabbed towards the old man's throat!
But at this moment, Fan Xian suddenly realized that Xiao En's eyes, hidden in his messy white hair, were unexpectedly calm!
Xiao En's entire attention was focused on Fan Xian. He had been waiting for this moment. Another sharp cry rang out from the withered lips of this old man who desperately longed for freedom. His two hands quickly intersected and cleverly caught Fan Xian's knife-wielding wrist. His other hand was like a venomous snake spitting out its tongue, stabbing toward Fan Xian's exposed eyes outside the black cloth.
The two of them did not stop, and fiercely slammed into the tree. It seemed that Xiao En had even calculated this force. He purposely stopped his elbow, and used the recoil to increase the speed at which he was digging towards Fan Xian's eyes.
The old man's fingers were thin and withered, and looked terrifying. Fan Xian's eyes lit up.
In the thick fog, two hands of different skin colors twisted together like a towel. A strange feeling flashed through Xiao En's eyes, as if he did not know how the black-clothed Fan Xian had reached out with his hand.
This was a prediction, a prediction of the enemy's attack. This was the good result of Wu Zhu's teachings.
No matter how terrifying Xiao En was, he was not as terrifying as Wu Zhu. Fan Xian grunted. His right hand tightly wrapped around Xiao En's wrist, and a violent wave of zhenqi entered his opponent's body. His empty hand swept out, and a beam of light cut through the white fog.
It was the edge of a knife!
Xiao En straightened his palm, shaking Fan Xian's wrist. He raised his knee towards Fan Xian's lower abdomen, and pressed down with his right thumb. A faint black light shone from his fingernails, and it narrowly missed Fan Xian's neck.
When Xiao En's thumb moved, Fan Xian twisted his body, relying on the endless zhenqi in his body to force his way out of the way. His body leaned to the side, and he felt a chill on his left shoulder. He knew that the blade hidden in his opponent's fingernails had cut into his flesh.
The dagger in his left hand was blocked by Xiao En, and his right hand was competing with Xiao En's internal strength. At first glance, it seemed that he could not exert any strength. But the pain in his shoulder made Fan Xian grunt. A sharp edge extended from the dagger, and suddenly one of Xiao En's fingers was cut off!
No matter how strong Xiao En was, he was still old. The pain of a broken finger made his right hand loosen slightly. Fan Xian silently pressed down, and the slender dagger shining with a black light … ruthlessly pierced into Xiao En's left shoulder!
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The two of them were still in the process of falling. Xiao En was silent, as if the dagger had not pierced his body. But he still opened his mouth, as if in pain.
A thin needle shot out from the old man's mouth, heading straight for Fan Xian's face!
Fan Xian's left foot ruthlessly stepped on Xiao En's knee, and after the sound of bones breaking, he forced himself up half a foot, allowing the needle to sink into his chest. He felt a dull pain in his chest, and with a twist of his left wrist, a long black dagger with two sharp edges sliced towards Xiao En's wrist like a windmill.
With a slap, Xiao En withdrew his hand. His pure zhenqi gave him enough power to shake off Fan Xian's right hand.
Fan Xian's right hand tilted backwards, seemingly powerless, and brushed past his hair … then, like a bolt of lightning, it bounced back! The thin needle between his fingers gently pierced into Xiao En's neck!
Xiao En's body stiffened, and Fan Xian's chest also felt dull. The two of them finally hit the ground, sending up a cloud of fallen leaves and rotten mud, and the stench was unbearable.
A long knife slashed horizontally, making the sound of cutting flesh. The thick fog rose again. Gao Da, holding the knife with both hands, looked at Fan Xian, whose clothes were mottled with blood, but found that there was no trace of Xiao En.
Fan Xian and Xiao En's silent battle seemed to last a long time, but in reality, it was only the process of falling from the top of the tree to the bottom of the tree. In that short moment, two strong men, old and young, in the dark of night, silently carried out the world's most dangerous contest. The seemingly ordinary movements of the two of them, in reality, condensed the most elite killing techniques of the Northern Wei Kingdom, Fan Xian's experience in killing since he was a child.
Although it was not extravagant, it was full of effectiveness. If it were any other strong man fighting against either Xiao En or Fan Xian in this thick fog of night, perhaps they would feel a chill.
This was a fight between two ninth-level assassins. In this world, this kind of scene was extremely rare.
"Xiao En is finished."
Fan Xian coughed twice, and with his extremely thin gloved hand, he pulled out the thin needle that had almost taken his life from the Overwatch Council's special clothes. Once again, he confirmed that the poison in the small wound on his shoulder was not very strong, and then silently reloaded his crossbow.
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