Thud! Thud!
Thud! A wave of densely packed sounds rang out from all directions of the carriage. It was the sound of crossbow bolts hitting the walls of the carriage. It was also a soul-stirring music.
In that instant, an unknown number of crossbow bolts shot toward the carriage Fan Xian was in. In particular, the bolt from the terrifying crossbow hidden among them carried an incomparable force as it pierced directly into the carriage.
With a bang, the black carriage bounced helplessly.
The shaft of the carriage had been shattered by the power of the crossbow bolt. It bounced a little among the rubble. It looked like a frog waiting to be slaughtered.
However, the carriage did not split into pieces.
Fan Xian lowered his body and lay on the floor of the carriage. He forcefully circulated the zhenqi in his body and neutralized the powerful impact. Looking at the large hole under the body of the coachman beside him, he couldn't help feeling shocked. The power of this kind of giant crossbow bolt was too powerful. It had actually shot a hole through the floor of his carriage, revealing the mountain rocks and snow below.
Fan Xian knew how sturdy the Overwatch Council's special carriages were. Between the two layers of wooden boards inside and outside was iron wool and a thin but sturdy steel plate. If it were not for this carriage, which combined the combined intelligence of the palace treasury's Third Workshop and the Overwatch Council's Third Bureau, he would probably have died long ago under this rain of crossbow bolts.
He strained his ears to listen to the whistling sound of the crossbow bolts outside. He knew that the enemy's primary target was him. Although he wasn't sure how the ambushing enemy had seen through the Overwatch Council's change of carriages, he knew that now was not the time to think about the cause and effect. His ears could tell that in such a short time, the speed at which the crossbow bolts fired toward the valley by the enemy to kill him had long surpassed the number on the battlefield when the Qing army attacked foreign cities.
Using the method of attacking a city to kill him alone.
Such a powerful crossbow bolt attack and the other party's meticulous preparation made Fan Xian feel a glimmer of death.
It was clear that the enemy in the valley was also surprised that the carriages in the valley were so sturdy that they could withstand the power of the crossbow bolts.
The rain of crossbow bolts continued to fly. The valley was filled with wretched cries and the neighing of horses. At the beginning of the attack, Fan Xian's sharp cry had already notified his Overwatch Council subordinates. The swordsmen and secret agents of the Sixth Bureau saw the opportunity and quickly hid in the carriages. However, the carriage drivers and provincial soldiers sent from Weizhou were not so lucky.
The crossbow bolts viciously pierced into the heads of the provincial soldiers and into the chests and eyes of the horses. They pierced and tore, separating these living flesh from the life attached to them.
There was no way to dodge. More than half of the hundred or so provincial soldiers were killed by the first volley of arrows, while the horses neighed miserably and fell into the snow. Fresh blood dyed the black snow in the valley. It was a tragic sight to behold.
There were corpses everywhere. Arrows everywhere. Blood everywhere. Death everywhere.
The carriages became the Overwatch Council's last fortress. Wretchedly and pitifully persisted in the rain of crossbow bolts. They were like a boat in the ocean that could be swallowed at any moment by a huge wave. In just a moment, countless black crossbow bolts had been shot into the carriages. The crossbow bolts penetrated deep into the walls and into the steel plates, but they did not fall. The carriages in the valley looked like a coffin box that had suddenly grown countless nether moldy hairs.
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The teeth-numbing sound of crossbow bolts being nocked came from the mountain forest, accompanied by the low sound of heavy breathing.
With a whoosh!
The terrifying crossbow bolts shot out again. This time, they were not only aimed at the carriage Fan Xian was in. Two more bolts were also aimed at the carriage in front.
The crossbow bolts stabbed viciously into the black carriage. With a loud bang, the carriage jumped up again and then miserably flipped to the left.
What kind of power was this?
Fan Xian hid in the carriage and felt everything around him turn upside down in an instant. A powerful tremor threw him off the bottom of the carriage. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see diagonally above him. A sharp metal crossbow bolt had already pierced through the wall of the carriage. Sinisterly and terrifyingly, it was only half a foot away from his chest.
That was close. Fan Xian looked at the crossbow bolt made entirely of metal and the wood shavings and metal shards it carried out. He knew the carriage wouldn't be able to hold out for long.
The carriage couldn't be too heavy, so when it was designed, only a thin layer of steel was sandwiched between the two layers of wooden planks. After all, the strange people of the Third Bureau would never have thought that the enemy would use the city's defensive crossbows during an ambush.
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Fan Xian knew he couldn't sit and wait for death. He hurriedly breathed in two mouthfuls of slightly sweet air. Taking advantage of the moment the carriage flipped, his entire body had already crawled out through the hole in the bottom of the carriage.
It was clear that the assassin in the valley hadn't expected Fan Xian to find a way out that wasn't within his calculations, so his reaction was a moment too slow.
It was at this moment that Fan Xian's toes touched the ground. He didn't dare to stop. Forcefully turning his body, he drew a few strange lines on the empty ground in the valley and charged toward the forest on the other side of the valley in a zig-zag pattern.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh. A dozen slender but sharp crossbow bolts shot viciously into the place where Fan Xian had been earlier. They shot into the bottom of the overturned carriage and into the mud and snow at the bottom of the valley.
The danger hadn't been resolved yet. Fan Xian let out a sharp whistle and his entire body flew into the air. He slapped a rock on the ground with one hand and narrowly avoided the second wave of crossbow bolts.
The rock shattered. He disappeared. The crossbow bolts missed!
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Fan Xian swept into the forest. With a flip of his hand, he tied the white fox fur he wore on his left leg. He took out a pill and swallowed it. He then took off his black official robes and wore them inside out.
With one hand, he pulled out a slender black dagger from his boot. With the other hand, he gripped the hilt of the sword at his waist. Like a ghost, he disappeared into the forest.
Before he disappeared, he once again let out a sharp whistle. However, he didn't turn his head toward the valley and glance at his trusted subordinates who were in imminent danger.
A number of Overwatch Council officials had already died. These people had all died in that moment earlier.
When Fan Xian's carriage had been knocked over by the crossbow bolts, these subordinates were worried about his safety. Disregarding the order Fan Xian had sent earlier with his whistle, they forcefully opened the carriage doors and used the crossbow bolts they carried with them to shoot into the valley. They tried to buy some time to catch their breath and rush to the side of Fan Xian's carriage.
However, the Overwatch Council officials used hand crossbows. It was clear that their range was not as long as the crossbows of the people in the forest. Although the swordsmen of the Sixth Bureau had been trained to be like killing gods in the night, faced with such a sudden rain of crossbows, they still had no chance to retaliate.
In just an instant, the crossbow bolts had turned the Overwatch Council official who had just opened the carriage door into a porcupine. The official's eyes were not closed.
The fastest person was only able to get six steps closer to Fan Xian's carriage before he was nailed to the ground by three crossbow bolts.
Fan Xian saw this scene, but his expression became even calmer. There was a glimmer of pale-white coldness in the calmness. Only calmness could he counterattack effectively.
Counterattack.
When he came out of the carriage, he swayed three times in a row. However, a crossbow bolt still struck his left thigh. Although it only grazed the skin, it still hurt like fire.
The fox fur coat was a bit soft. It tied around the wound on his thigh and was very suitable.
Perfect for a counterattack.
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There were snowy forests on both sides of the valley. The sound that had made Fan Xian's ears twitch earlier was the Shadow's warning. He knew that the Shadow was in that mountain forest, so he chose the opposite direction.
He trusted in the Shadow's strength. No matter how many people were in that mountain forest, the Shadow could make those crossbowmen die or sink into the shadow of death.
Fan Xian had to personally deal with the mountain forest on this side.
Such a dense rain of crossbows had to stop. Otherwise, everyone in the valley would die.
As long as the rain of crossbows stopped, it would give the Overwatch Council secret agents in the carriage a chance to escape into the mountain forest. Fan Xian believed that the men of the Sixth Bureau would certainly use the black swords in their hands to reap the lives of these assassins.
Reap them cleanly without leaving a single one.
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A few hurried whistles rang out from the snowy forest. It was clear that the enemy had already discovered that Fan Xian had escaped into the snowy forest. They were moving people in an attempt to carry out the final attack.
No one dared to underestimate a Commissioner of the Overwatch Council, a ninth-level ace. Thus, the whistles that were used to convey orders were rather frantic. At this moment, the number of crossbow bolts shooting into the valley had decreased. The people who were shooting at the carriage knew that their target was Fan Xian. If Fan Xian did not die, then all of them would die.
Although there were fewer crossbow bolts, they still maintained sufficient density and power to force the Overwatch Council swordsmen to stay in the carriage.
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The search and killing continued. In the snowy ground near the top of the mountain, the sound of footsteps rang out. A man holding a crossbow watched his surroundings cautiously.
The snowy ground suddenly split open. A black dagger pierced deeply into his abdomen.
The dagger stirred for a moment before it was pulled out so that the poison would spread faster.
The man lowered his head in pain and despair. Looking at the white-clothed young man in front of him, he wanted to call for help, but a streak of black light sliced through his throat.
Fresh blood sprayed out. He clutched his throat and knelt on the snowy ground. His right hand dug weakly and the crossbow bolt in his hand shot toward the snowy ground beside his knees. The powerful rebound made his dying body jump. He fell onto the snowy ground with a muffled thud.
After Fan Xian slit the man's throat, he flew forward indifferently and hid behind a tree. He looked coldly at the man's last move and felt a chill in his heart. Even at death's door, he didn't forget to inform his comrades of the enemy situation. The Qing army was indeed the most valiant troop in the world.
Breaking through the snowy forest and ascending the snowy mountain, Fan Xian had already killed a dozen people. His body also felt a little tired. He knew that there were more than 200 crossbowmen ambushing him this time. Furthermore, there were a number of aces among them. Even he found it difficult to move. It seemed that the Shadow had not completely succeeded.
The other party had truly paid a great price.
At this moment, he had already broken through two lines of sniper fire and arrived at a place close to the top of the mountain. This was because he knew that the several powerful city-guarding crossbows were placed here. He was already close to his goal. He didn't care about the warning the man gave before his death. Stealth and assassination were more physically and mentally exhausting than an open battle, so he decided to change his method.
The sound of people stepping on the snow rang out in the forest. A group of crossbowmen patrolled the surroundings nervously. Half of the crossbowmen had been sent to kill Fan Xian. A portion was suppressing the carriages in the valley. No one had thought that Fan Xian would be able to break through two lines of defense without a sound and come to the top of the mountain.
Not many people in this world knew that Fan Xian had learned from a young age to assassinate and to prevent being assassinated. This kind of stealth instinct had already entered his blood.
The snow flew again. It was as if a line of snow had suddenly appeared on the ground. A snowy shadow flashed out from behind a tree. Taking advantage of the snowflakes falling from the trees, it transformed into a straight line and charged forward.
What a fast speed!
These crossbowmen only saw a blur in front of their eyes and felt a wave of coldness. The crossbow bolts in their hands shot out randomly in their nervousness.
Thud, thud, thud.
Fan Xian swept out amidst the criss-crossing crossbow bolts that hid danger. The black, slender dagger in his left hand slid across the crossbowmen's throats. His right hand flipped and pulled out the long sword on his back, directly chopping forward.
His left hand was delicate and gentle, his right was tyrannical.
On the left was a black line. On the right was a ball of bright color.
Crossbow bolts flew through the air and shot into the sky and into the dense tree trunks of the snowy forest. Under the outline of this black line and the bright ball of color, a group of crossbowmen cried out wretchedly and fell to the ground one by one. Fresh blood flowed chaotically.
With a clang, the sword in Fan Xian's right hand met with a powerful resistance in the end.
Fan Xian's feet did not touch the ground. He swept back and stood three steps in front of that person, looking coldly at him.
The other person held a knife with both hands. Although he was slightly afraid, he still stared valiantly into Fan Xian's eyes and shouted loudly to notify his nearby comrades.
Fan Xian still did not move. He looked at him coldly and then spat out a word, "Duo!"
By the time he finished speaking, his black dagger had already shot out, and his body also followed this black dagger with incredible speed … shooting out, as if the black dagger was dragging a shadow behind it!
In an instant, Fan Xian had arrived in front of that person. The black dagger had also arrived in front of him.
Slightly confused by the word "duo," the person shouted fiercely and chopped down with both knives, sending the black dagger into the snowy ground.
Fan Xian let out a strange cry. His body rose up two feet. His right wrist flipped and the long sword hung upside down, thrusting toward the person's opening.
To be able to survive was already proof of that person's strength. He quickly took three steps back. His hands did not let go of the knife hilt. Instead, he swung it in the opposite direction. A flash of knife light flashed and, in an instant, blocked the power of Fan Xian's sword.
A crisp clang rang out.
The knife broke. The person's chest tightened and he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. How could he stand against the Tyrannical zhenqi on Fan Xian's sword?
However, he had also successfully deflected Fan Xian's sword and gave himself a chance to live.
In order to maintain his strangely high speed and movements, Fan Xian even abandoned his sword.
His entire body curled up like a ghost and leaped into the middle of the other person's path. Without any fancy moves, he slammed his palm into the other person's chest with unusual speed and stability.
With a crack, the person's sternum broke inch by inch. His eyes popped out as he died tragically on the snowy ground.
Fan Xian turned around and swept away. Picking up the long sword and dagger from the snowy ground, the tip of his foot pushed off the snowy forest again and floated into the branches of the trees. Like a swan, he disappeared.
This exchange was only three claps. This was what was called a flash of flint.
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Fan Xian looked at the three strong crossbows at the bottom of the forest and couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart. As expected, they were city guarding crossbows. Countless doubts and unease involuntarily rose in his heart. However, he was still trapped in the valley. He couldn't think about too many things.
The strangely shaped and terrifying city guarding crossbows were installed at the top of the mountain. Below them, there was a wooden tray and metal pivot to control them. The cables and springs needed a few people to work together to complete. The huge crossbow bolts were placed to the side.
Fan Xian leaned against the snowy forest and watched this scene with narrowed eyes. He couldn't help but think of the powerful attack his carriage had received and the people who had died in the valley.
The city guarding crossbows were still slowly and steadily firing. Two of the carriages in the valley had already been destroyed. The Overwatch Council had suffered heavy casualties.
Although Fan Xian discovered there were three aces above the seventh-level present, he still did not hesitate. Transforming into a large white bird, he leaped toward the three city guarding crossbows.
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"Fire!"
The person beside the city guarding crossbows, who was clearly the commander, suddenly shouted.
What was being released was not the city guarding crossbows. Instead, it was a dense rain of arrows that had suddenly shot out from the bottom left of the forest.
These assassins were clearly prepared. Fan Xian was in midair. Faced with this rain of arrows that covered the sky and covered the earth, it seemed that he could not avoid it. However, immediately after, everyone saw a scene that made them dumbfounded.
Fan Xian pulled his right hand and flipped his clothes over, covering his head and face. As for his body, he was like a stone, directly falling to the ground!
He did not change his breath and forcefully twist his body. Instead, he directly dissipated the zhenqi in his body.
He allowed himself to be like a falling leaf or a stone that followed the laws of nature and fell to the ground.
It appeared simple, but the powerful shock from the change in zhenqi was enough to break the meridians of most aces in the world. Only Fan Xian, a Connate monster, could use this method.
No one had thought that Fan Xian would fall like this. Thus, most of the crossbow bolts shot toward the startled birds in the sky and forest. Only a few bolts hit Fan Xian's body. However, they were blocked by the robes the Overwatch Council had specially made for him and the extremely powerful Tyrannical zhenqi in his body.
However, Fan Xian still felt like he had been struck by lightning. A bone-deep pain made his eyes redden. He knew that he had suffered internal injuries. The surface of his body was probably already beginning to bleed.
The moment his feet touched the ground, his entire body fell down. Like a snow fox, he slid quickly along the snowy surface and floated toward the three crossbows.
The crossbow bolts shot into the snowy ground behind him. They stuck densely together as if to strengthen his movement.
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A fast knife came to meet him. Fan Xian flipped his wrist. The black dagger spread out like a ball of black shadow. In a moment, it met the knife 14 times.
Fourteen clanging sounds rang out. The knife-wielding man retreated in fear. His face was green and white. It was clear that he had suffered a hidden loss. However, he had successfully blocked Fan Xian in front of him.
Fan Xian narrowed his eyes and glanced at him. He knew that this knife-wielding man must have an important position in the military. There were two other aces like this on the mountaintop.
What Fan Xian needed was time.
Thus, he retreated into the chest of the attacker behind him. Flipping his hand to hold his wrist, the black dagger stabbed out from under his armpit.
The person behind him gave a strange cry and abandoned the knife. His palms came together and, risking the danger of the poison on the dagger, clamped down on Fan Xian's dagger.
However, the strength of Fan Xian's stab was great. The dagger finally slid past the man's palms and cut into his body a little.
The man roared wildly and slapped his palm toward the back of Fan Xian's head.
Fan Xian didn't turn his head and returned his palm.
Immediately after, the dagger pulled out and returned, using the hilt to strike toward the man's face. It was as if Fan Xian had eyes in the back of his head. The hilt of the knife pierced straight toward the man's eye socket.
The man's left palm struck out again and blocked Fan Xian's knife hilt an inch in front of his eyes.
Fan Xian's thumb pressed down. The hilt of the knife stabbed out with a sharp blade and pierced through the man's palm. Immediately after, it pierced through the man's eyeball.
On the shore of the North Sea, even Xiao En had suffered from Fan Xian's attack, much less these aces in the military.
The man did not cover his eyeball, which had liquid splattering in all directions. Howling wretchedly, he held onto Fan Xian from behind with unusual valiance.
His left palm and eyeball were pierced by Fan Xian's dagger. His right arm was tightly wrapped around Fan Xian's throat.
The knife-wielding man in front of him also chopped down with his knife. The knife was as fast as lightning and headed straight for Fan Xian's face.
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Fan Xian gave a muffled grunt. With a clang, he pulled out the dagger from the man's eye socket behind him and directly stabbed toward the knife-wielding man in front of him.
Unexpectedly, the knife-wielding man did not care about his own life and death. With an explosive roar, he did not stop and allowed Fan Xian's dagger to stab into the right side of his chest.
It looked like these aces in the military wanted to leave Fan Xian's body in this valley not far from Jingdou even if it meant risking their own lives.
However, Fan Xian's left arm, which he had stabbed out, was still stretched out. In front of his arm was a dagger, and at his wrist was a hidden crossbow.
The sound of a spring rang out slightly. The knife-wielding man, who had used crossbows and arrows to kill a number of Fan Xian's subordinates, suddenly found that his eyes had darkened. Then, a sharp pain came. Only then did he know that two crossbow bolts had pierced into his eyes.
Two delicate little black arrows had pierced into the knife-wielding man's eyes.
Fan Xian exhaled fiercely and took a step forward with the valiant ace behind him. Dodging the knife-edge of the knife-wielding man, he used his iron shoulder to block the other's right hand. With a crack, it was still the knife-wielding man's hand that broke.
Fan Xian raised his foot and kicked out.
With a muffled sound, the knife-wielding man in front of him was sent flying backward 30 feet by this resentful and tyrannical kick. He smashed ruthlessly into a tree trunk. His stomach split open and his intestines spilled out. It was a wretched sight.
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At this time, the third person finally arrived.
Fan Xian's foot had not yet been pulled back.
However, he had been waiting for this person the entire time. He didn't pay any attention to the person holding him tightly behind him. His right hand was already gripping the hilt of the sword protruding from his shoulder.
With a crack, the arms of the person behind him were chopped off.
Like a plum blossom opening to welcome the wind and snow, like a small boat fighting in the ocean, there was not a trace of a sword that looked around blankly. Fan Xian coldly and sternly stabbed forward.
The edge of the sword trembled slightly. It appeared weak, but it was stubborn. It looked forward and ignored the back, looked left and ignored the right, and won by pressing forward courageously.
It was the sword Fan Xian had hidden at the bottom of the chest. It was also his most powerful attack when facing an enemy head-on. If it wasn't for the most dangerous moment, he would never use it.
Sigu Sword.
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The edge of the sword pierced through the throat of the military ace and lifted him into the air above the snowy ground. His eyes bulged out as he stared at Fan Xian. His hands were powerless and limp. A pair of curved knives fell into the snow.
Those eyes seemed to be speaking, expressing their fear and confusion. It was as if they were saying, how could such a sword come so silently?
Right at this moment, an unexpected event occurred.
Fan Xian's sword lifted one person and tied another behind him. Under the snowy ground where he was standing, another person appeared.
A gray figure burrowed out of the snowy ground with a faint aura. Holding a thin sword in his hand, he stuck close to Fan Xian's back as he stabbed out.
This was a true killer.
Fan Xian had hidden in the snowy ground and killed countless people. Facing the encirclement of three aces, he was both mentally and physically exhausted, so he didn't notice the strangeness in the snowy ground.
Just as he was about to win, the enemy's final killing blow finally appeared.
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At this moment, Fan Xian only had time to take one step forward. He then felt a burning pain from his waist all the way to the back of his neck.
The faint sword pierced straight through Fan Xian's official robes, which could block most attacks, and left a wretched wound on his back.
The sword intent did not stop. It shot into the sky and sliced through the band Fan Xian used to tie his hair.
The person who had been sticking close to Fan Xian's back had long been shaken into the snowy ground by this strike.
Behind Fan Xian was the assassin who had been hiding in the snowy ground for a long time.
His back had been heavily injured. His long hair draped weakly behind him. There was also the sword that was about to take Fan Xian's life. Fan Xian's mental and physical strength were almost exhausted. He was unable to instantly mobilize the Tyrannical zhenqi in his body.
He only had time to turn his head.
Looking back.
The scattered enemy's jet-black hair flew out and weakly hit the last assassin's cheek.
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Where it landed, a thin needle was stuck into the temple by the side of the assassin's face. It was thin and slightly trembling. It was as if a gust of wind could blow this needle off.
The assassin's body froze for a moment. The sword aimed at Fan Xian's heart did not have time to stab out.
Fan Xian's palm struck the assassin's throat. A rain of blood exploded from the back of the assassin's neck.
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