Fan Xian stretched out his arm and caught the black chest in the silver ingots scattered all over the floor.
A slightly rough but textured feeling came from his fingers. This kind of familiar and wonderful feeling seemed to, in an instant, pour boundless courage and zhenqi into his body. It made him throw away all of his timidity and fear. He was filled with confidence and did not think much of the ship that was about to crash into him behind him.
He threw himself into the cabin. This series of actions was too fast, so he didn't notice there was someone beside him.
Thus, when his ambition was multiplied and he carried the black chest, prepared to break out of the cabin, enter the land, and dominate the world, he abruptly discovered that there was an extra person wearing the robes of the Overwatch Council beside him. He couldn't help but stare blankly for a moment.
He was only stunned for a moment because this person was Hong Changqing, a trusted aide of the Qinian Unit he had given the important task of. There was no time to talk. Fan Xian only glanced at him. The meaning of this glance was clear. I've sent out an arrow of command. Why aren't you running?
Hong Changqing stared back at him in a daze. The meaning in his eyes was also clear. How could he bear to throw away 130,000 liang of silver and run? He had to watch for you a bit longer, right?
Was the so-called mutual appreciation of talent a meeting of eyes like this?
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Their gazes met for a moment before separating. Hong Changqing moved with incredible speed to stand behind Fan Xian. Fan Xian's left hand, which was as hard to escape as an azure dragon, also viciously grabbed the back of Hong Changqing's neck.
"Bang!" An arrow accurately shot into Hong Changqing's abdomen. Countless flowers of blood bloomed. Hong Changqing's face suddenly paled. Although his previous step had been to bravely block the arrow for Fan Xian, he had never thought that this arrow would so easily break through the wind of his knife and strike his body.
The power of the arrow did not stop. It viciously pierced into the silver ingots scattered on the deck of the ship. Coincidentally, it pierced into the silver ingots. It looked like a metal skewer piercing a steamed bun. It was very cute and terrifying.
Fan Xian's face was heavy. With one hand holding the chest and the other grabbing the back of Hong Changqing's neck, he sprinted toward the back of the ship. Behind him, the arrows fell like rain, following his footsteps and chasing after his soul. However, they did not make his steps chaotic or slow down.
"Let's find the Black Knights and meet up again!"
Fan Xian placed one foot on the railing at the end of the boat and slapped his palm against Hong Changqing's chest, who was powerless to speak. He sent in a thread of Tianyi Dao's gentle zhenqi and temporarily helped him seal his blood vessels. His body was like a large bird. Borrowing the power of this slap, he leaped into the air. Lightly and powerlessly, he flew quickly.
In the next moment, he had already landed on the shore. He didn't even turn around to look at Hong Changqing who had miserably fallen into the sea. Although he didn't know what degree of injury that arrow had inflicted on Qing Wa, he firmly believed that Qing Wa wouldn't die. Since he could survive that hellish island, he would definitely survive this time as well.
Perhaps this was a kind of psychological self-comfort, or perhaps it was a kind of blessing. Perhaps Fan Xian truly believed in Qing Wa's ability to play dead.
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On the sea.
Xu Maocai held the side of his face that was bleeding and said sinisterly, "Reverse the oars!" The navy battleship under him began to nimbly turn its rudder, distancing itself from the fighting on the shoreline. The surface of the sea was covered in thick smoke. Mixing with the white fog, it made people's vision even worse. Xu Maocai knew that he had to take advantage of this opportunity to leave this troublesome place. According to the young master's plan, he had to start drifting on the sea and, if necessary, rush back to Jiaozhou.
The ship quickly retreated in the sea. Xu Maocai stared at the white sailboat by the shoreline. His pupils constricted slightly. At this moment, he could no longer help Fan Xian. He was very worried about whether or not Fan Xian could escape alive.
A massive crash rang out.
The only undamaged ship of the three navy battleships was like a killer whale charging onto the shore to catch a sea lion. Viciously and unstoppably, it crashed into the Overwatch Council's white sailboat.
Affected by the powerful force of the collision, the seawater by the shoreline seemed to boil and raise waves half a person tall. With the shoreline as the center, they spread out in all directions. With a series of cracking sounds, the Overwatch Council's ship seemed to be about to fall apart from this collision.
In the instant of the collision, six or seven figures used the force of the collision to rise from the navy battleship into the air. They maintained a perfect formation in the air. With a few swishing sounds, they landed on the tail of the violently shaking Overwatch Council ship.
The most breathtaking one was the one among the six or seven people, Yan Xiaoyi, who was dressed in thin black armor. He was like a god as he soared through the air and landed steadily on the deck at the stern of the ship like a boulder. After landing, he did not move at all!
Beside him were five aces of the North Expedition Camp's personal guards.
Yan Xiaoyi arrived quickly, but Fan Xian and the Qinian Unit's subordinates ran even faster. Other than the silver ingots and wood shavings all over the ground, there was no one else on the ship.
Yan Xiaoyi stood at the tail of the ship and stared coldly at the shore. He stared at the quickly disappearing black dot. Pulling back his wrist, his right arm shook.
At some point, the soul-eating longbow with golden threads had appeared in his hand. Loading the arrow and controlling the bowstring, the series of actions flowed in one breath like flowing water.
The distance between the tail of the ship and Fan Xian's body on the shore was not too far nor too close. It was the distance at which the longbow could unleash its greatest destructive power. The black arrow left the bowstring with power like wind and thunder.
This arrow had already condensed the peak of Yan Xiaoyi's spirit and power. It seemed to have faintly broken through the so-called limits of speed and passed through the membrane of space. It was invincible. One moment it was on the bowstring, the next moment it was already behind Fan Xian.
Fan Xian did not have time to turn his head, nor could he turn his head. Even though he had become the fastest dodging person in the world under Wu Zhu's training, after experiencing a night of fighting and running, faced with Yan Xiaoyi's fastest and most powerful arrow since last night, he still had no way of dodging it.
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As expected, the tip of the arrow pierced viciously into Fan Xian's back. No, it should have hit the black chest on Fan Xian's back.
A muffled grunt came from the fog on the shore. The black dot seemed to stagger and almost fell to the ground from the arrow. For some reason, it immediately pushed off the ground and ran quickly into the distance.
Not dead?
Not dead?
Covered by the thick fog, the people on the ship could only faintly see Fan Xian's figure. Even someone as powerful as Yan Xiaoyi did not clearly see the details of the arrow hitting the other person. A glimmer of fear and confusion appeared on the faces of Yan Xiaoyi's five trusted soldiers. After a night of chasing Fan Xian to this point, everyone's confidence gradually faded.
There was actually someone in this world who could slip down a smooth precipice hundreds of feet high.
There was actually someone in this world who could be hit by the Governor's arrow with all his strength and only stagger.
These trusted soldiers suddenly thought of the background of the person they were chasing. They thought of the legendary Tianmai Being and many stories related to Fan Xian.
It was inevitable that some emotions would surge in Yan Xiaoyi's heart. However, his cold face made it impossible to see the changes in his heart. He slapped the railing of the ship and floated to the shore. The faint sound of horses galloping came from the forest by the shore.
The five trusted soldiers at the stern of the ship met each other's eyes and swept ashore with unswerving determination.
In a moment, a group of riders galloped out of the forest and gave up their mounts to Yan Xiaoyi's group of six.
Yan Xiaoyi's preparations could not be said to be inadequate. This trip to Danzhou to lure and kill was carried out by land and water. With fine horses below, how could Fan Xian escape?
The sound of horse hooves rang out. The group chasing Fan Xian disappeared into the fog on the shore. After the white-sailed official ship was hit, it began to slowly sink into the icy ocean. Bodies and debris floated everywhere on the surface of the ocean.
Hong Changqing jumped down. Fan Xian jumped down. Yan Xiaoyi and his trusted soldiers also jumped down. The 130,000 liang of silver also sank.
The chase continued.
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A day later, in the primitive and dense forest to the north of Danzhou, behind a large tree, Fan Xian, dressed all in black, was sitting on the moss. He panted heavily and occasionally stretched out his hand to wipe away the blood seeping out of the corner of his mouth.
Then, he gently stroked the small dot on the surface of the chest in his arms. A chill rose in his heart. From his youth, he had known the sturdiness of this chest. Even the black dagger Sir Fei had given him could not leave a mark on it. Who would have thought that Yan Xiaoyi's arrow had left a mark on the chest?
From this, it could be seen how powerful Yan Xiaoyi's arrow was.
Presumably, those people had not expected him to directly block that arrow. A glimmer of a smile rose to the corners of Fan Xian's lips. With such a chest on him, if he didn't use it as a bulletproof vest, then he would be stupid.
However, he knew that although the chest had blocked the tip of the arrow from piercing into his body, it had no way of blocking the sharp intent of the arrow and the powerful vibrations that were transmitted to him. Thus, his internal organs were injured on top of injuries, and his zhenqi was beginning to show signs of disorder.
That was why he was trapped in the dense forest to the north of Danzhou by Yan Xiaoyi's pursuit group in an area with a radius of less than 10 li.
However, Fan Xian was not worried. On the contrary, a faint excitement began to rise in the depths of his heart. He forcefully suppressed his slightly panting breathing. With a gentle pull of the fingers on both hands, he opened the long and narrow black chest.
Inside the chest were simple, unadorned, and even simple-looking metal objects. Fan Xian knew that this was far from being as tyrannical and beautiful as the golden silk longbow in Yan Xiaoyi's hand. It was the most terrifying weapon in this world.
He closed his eyes and rested for a moment. Then, his hands began to quickly move about in the chest. Following a series of simple and beautiful clicking sounds, a weapon that did not belong to this world calmly appeared in his hands.
The last time this weapon appeared in this world, it directly led to the strange deaths of two Qing Princes, created King Cheng's ascension to the throne, and gave the present Emperor the opportunity to sit on the throne. From a certain point of view, the destruction of the Wei Kingdom, the change in the situation of the world, and the power of the Qing Kingdom all stemmed from the assault rifle in Fan Xian's hands.
M82A1, a simple code name, a black chest, a legendary divine weapon.
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After dealing with all of this, Fan Xian closed the chest and hugged the gun to his chest. He rested for a while, but he was unable to truly enter a meditative state. Behind him in the forest, Yan Xiaoyi was like a mad tiger, closely following him. Secondly, the feeling of metal coming from his chest made his mind somewhat distracted.
He felt as if he was not in the Qing Kingdom or this world. It was as if he was in the old world that he had not seen for many years. In the forest of Yunnan, he was fighting to the death with those vicious and evil mercenaries.
This kind of absurd feeling twisted his entire state of mind. However, a powerful exhaustion and the excitement and anticipation for what would happen later made him not throw down the gun.
Escaping from the seaside to here, Fan Xian had not had a chance to counterattack. Perhaps it was the weakness of caution in his bones acting up. He continued to carry the chest into the dense forest. When he passed by Danzhou, he was afraid he would bring unknown harm to the people and grandmother in the city. Naturally, he could not go forward to ask for help. He drew an arc from a distance and led Yan Xiaoyi and his group into the forest behind the cliff.
The scene of assembling the gun earlier had already proved that Fan Xian had not neglected this aspect of training these years. He remembered that when he was newly married in Cang Shan, he had held this assault rifle every night on the snowy mountain and practiced. Thus, his chest was filled with confidence.
If Yan Xiaoyi was said to be a warrior who had used the power of a cold weapon from a long distance to the extreme, then Fan Xian was a beginner who had trained hard for a long time and was trying to kill from a long distance for the first time.
This was a showdown between the peak of cold weapons and gunpowder civilization.
This kind of comparison, from the beginning, was unfair.
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"Bang!"
An arrow ruthlessly nailed into the large tree Fan Xian was leaning against.
However, Fan Xian didn't even open his eyes. He also didn't make any defensive movements. He knew that the people Yan Xiaoyi brought were also skilled archers. Hearing the sound of the arrow, he knew that Yan Xiaoyi was halfway up the mountain on the other side, staring fixedly at the activity on this side. The two places were separated by a great distance.
This kind of small test would not make him stupid enough to reveal himself.
After adjusting for an indeterminable amount of time, Fan Xian opened his eyes. He knew the condition of his body. In such a complicated and dangerous mountain forest battle, it was difficult for him to recover his yuanqi without sufficient rest. He couldn't waste too much time here.
He tied the black chest back onto his body and used his dagger to cut off some vines and leaves to use as camouflage. He then carefully checked the five small mechanisms he had left in front and behind the tree. His right hand held the heavy sniper rifle. Using the large tree as cover, he carefully climbed up the mountain.
Thinking of the people who had died this night, Fan Xian licked his dry lips as he crawled.
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