Chapter 30 – White Snow, Red Forest, Black Hair

Snatch snatch snatch!

A dense sound rang out from all sides of the carriage, the sound of crossbows and arrows being shot at the walls of the carriage, and a soul-stirring musical score.

In this instant, an unknown number of crossbow arrows were shot at the carriage where Fan Xian was, especially the arrows from the terrifyingly powerful crossbow hidden among them, which carried an incomparable impulse and stabbed directly at the carriage!

There was a loud boom.

The black carriage bounced helplessly, its yoke cracked by the power of that crossbow, bouncing between the rocks, looking like a frog waiting to be slaughtered.

However, the carriage was not torn apart.

Fan Xian lowered himself onto the floor of the carriage, forcibly working the true qi in his body to eliminate this huge impact, and looking at the large hole under the corpse of the horseman beside him, he could not help but be a bit appalled, this kind of giant crossbow was too powerful, and even shot a hole through the floor of his own carriage, revealing the mountainous rocks and remaining snow below.

Fan Xian is aware of the special carriage of the Supervisory Yuan to what degree of strength, inside and outside the two layers of wooden boards sandwiched between the wire cotton and a thin but hard steel plate, if not this collection of the inner treasury of the C Square and the Supervisory Yuan three collective wisdom of the carriage to protect his own, I’m afraid that in the burst of dense as the rain of ice crossbow attack, he would have already been dead.

He put up his ears and listened to the sound of whistling crossbow arrows outside, knowing that the enemy’s primary target must be himself, although it is not clear, how the ambush of the enemy to recognize the Supervisory Yuan’s change of car, but he knows that this is not the time to think about the causes and consequences, because his ears judged that in such a short period of time, sniping their own enemies shooting crossbow arrows into the valley, the rapidity of the speed of the outpouring of crossbow arrows, but also a long time ago exceeded the battlefield above the army of the State of Qing! The number of them when attacking a foreign city!

To kill one of their own by means of attacking a city!

Such a powerful crossbow attack, and such meticulous preparations by the other party, made Fan Xian feel a hint of death.

Obviously, the enemies in the valley were also surprised that these carriages in the valley were so sturdy that they could withstand the power of the strong crossbows.

The rain of crossbows was still flying, and the valley was filled with the sounds of howling horses. At the beginning of the attack, Fan Xian had already notified his subordinates in the Supervisory Yuan with the sound of his voice, and the swordsmen and spies of the six divisions were quick to hide in the wagons, but the wagonsmen who stayed outside and the state troops sent by Weizhou did not have such a good luck.

The crossbow arrows ruthlessly pierced into the heads of the state soldiers, into the chests, bellies and eyes of the steeds, piercing and tearing, detaching these living flesh and blood from the life they were attached to.

It was simply unavoidable, more than a hundred state troops died a large half under the first set of arrows, while those horses even collapsed in the snow with a miserable neigh, blood staining the ebony snow in the valley, looking miserable.

There were corpses everywhere, arrows everywhere, blood everywhere, death everywhere.

The carriages had become the last bastion of the people of the Supervisory Court, holding on miserably amidst the crossbow winds and arrows, just like a boat in the ocean, which might be swallowed up by a huge wave at any time. Just a split second of effort, the carriage carriages have been shot into countless black crossbow arrows, crossbow arrows deep into the compartment wall, rooted into the steel plate, firm and not degenerate …… The carriage in the valley looks like a coffin box, suddenly growing countless ghostly moldy hairs.

A few more toothsome sounds of a strong crossbow being cocked came from the mountains and forests, accompanied by extremely low gasps of exertion.

With a whoosh!

That terrifyingly huge crossbow shot out once again, only this time it was not only aimed at the carriage Fan Xian was in, but there were also two more branches aimed at the carriage in front of him as well.

The crossbow ruthlessly pierced into the black carriage, and with a loud boom, the carriage once again jumped, and then toppled miserably over to the left!

What a tremendous force this was.

Fan Xian was in the carriage, feeling that everything around him had turned upside down in an instant, and a powerful vibration threw him away from the bottom panel, and in his afterglow, he saw that above him, a sharp metal crossbow arrow had pierced through the wall of the carriage, and stabbed in gruesomely and horribly, only half a foot away from his own chest and abdomen.

So close, Fan Xian looked at the all-metal crossbow arrow, looked at the wood shavings and steel fragments brought out at the shaft of that crossbow arrow, and knew that the carriage couldn’t hold up for long.

The carriage couldn’t be too heavy, so when it was designed, the two layers of wooden planks were sandwiched by a very thin layer of steel, after all, those strange people in the three branches wouldn’t have thought that an enemy would use the city’s crossbow while sniping!

Knowing that he couldn’t sit around and wait for death any longer, Fan Xian took two sharp breaths of the slightly sweet air, and took advantage of the moment when the carriage toppled over, and his entire body had already burrowed out of the hole in the bottom of the one from earlier.

Obviously, the assassins in the valley hadn’t expected Fan Xian to find a way out that wasn’t on his mind, so they reacted a moment slower.

It was at this moment that Fan Xian’s toes touched the ground, not daring to stay at all, his body forcibly turned, drew several strange lines in the open space between the valleys, and rushed towards the forest on one side of the valley in a zigzag pattern.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, more than ten slender but sharp crossbow arrows shot fiercely into the place where Fan Xian had previously been, into the floorboard of the dumped carriage, and into the mud and snow at the bottom of the valley!

Before the danger was removed, Fan Xian let out a sharp whistle, and his entire body flew up, slapping one hand on a green stone on the ground, narrowly avoiding the second wave of incoming crossbow arrows.

The stone was shattered, the trail of people was extinguished, and the crossbows and arrows were empty!

Fan Xian swept into the mountains and forests, and with a backhanded tug, tied his white fox fur around his left leg, took out a pill and ate it, and then took off his black official uniform and wore it backwards.

With one hand, he drew his slender black dagger from his boot, and with one hand, he gripped the hilt of his sword by his waist, and he disappeared into the woods like a ghost.

Before he disappeared, he whistled once more, but did not look back towards the valley, his own close subordinates who were in danger.

Several of the officials of the Procuratorate had already died, and all of them had died in that earlier moment.

When Fan Xian’s carriage was shaken over by a powerful crossbow, these subordinates, concerned for his safety, did not care about the orders Fan Xian had conveyed with his whistling earlier, forcing open the doors of the carriage and using the crossbows and arrows they had with them to fire at each other in the valley, in an attempt to buy some reprieve to rush to the side of Fan Xian’s carriage.

However, the officials of the Supervisory Office used hand crossbows, which obviously didn’t have the long range of the powerful crossbows of those in the mountains and forests, while the swordsmen of the Sixth Office, although trained like gods of killing in the darkness of the night, still didn’t have much of a chance to fight back in the face of such a rapid rain of crossbows.

But in a split second, the crossbow arrows shot the official of the Supervisory Yuan who had just opened the door of the car into a hedgehog, and that official’s eyes were not closed.

The one with the fastest maneuvers had only taken six steps closer to the carriage where Fan Xian was before he was nailed to the ground by three crossbow arrows.

Fan Xian saw this scene, but his face grew calmer and calmer, with a hint of pale indifference in his calmness. Only with calmness was it possible to counterattack most effectively.

Counterattack.

When he came out of the carriage, he swung three times in a row, but was still hit by a crossbow arrow in his left thigh, and although it only grazed the skin, it still hurt like fire.

The fox fur was a bit soft, and it fit well tied around the wound on his thigh.

Just in time to counterattack.

There were snowy forests on both sides of the valley, and the sound that had caused Fan Xian’s ears to twitch most earlier had been Shadow’s warning, and he knew that Shadow was over there in the mountains and forests, so he chose to go in the opposite direction.

He trusted Shadow’s strength, no matter how many people were in the mountain forest over there, Shadow could make those crossbowmen die or fall into the shadow of death.

And this side of the mountains and forests had to be done by Fan Xian himself.

Such a dense rain of crossbows had to stop, or else all the people in the valley would die.

And as soon as the crossbow rain stopped, giving the secret agents of the Inspectorate in the carriage the chance to vanish into the mountains, Fan Xian believed that the sons and daughters of the Sixth Office would surely use the black swords in their hands to reap the lives of these snipers.

Reap them cleanly, leaving no one behind.

A few urgent whistles came out from the snowy forest, and it was obvious that the enemy had already discovered that Fan Xian had disappeared into the snowy forest, and was deploying manpower to try to carry out a last-ditch sniping attack.

No one dared to belittle a Supervisory Court’s Tisan, a ninth-grade expert, so these whistles passing orders seemed a bit panicked, and the crossbows and arrows shot into the valley at this time were obviously less, because the people sniping at the carriage knew clearly that their target was Fan Xian, and that all of them would have to die if Fan Xian didn’t die.

It was just that the crossbows and arrows, even though they were much fewer, still maintained enough density and deterrence to force those Inspectorate swordmen to stay in the carriage.

As the search and sniping continued, a sound of snow treading rang out from the snowy ground on the neighboring hill, and a crossbow-wielding man eyed the surroundings warily.

The snow suddenly cracked, and a black dagger pierced deep into the small of his back.

The dagger stirred for a moment and was pulled out to allow the toxin to work a bit faster.

That hanyou looked down in pain and despair, looking at the young man in front of him who was dressed all in white, wanting to call for help, but a black light slit his throat.

Blood snorted out with a snort, he covered his throat and fell to his knees in the snow, his right hand gouged feebly, the crossbow in his hand shot into the snow beside his knees, the powerful recoil made his dying body jump and fall to the snow with a muffled thud.

After Fan Xian slit this man’s throat, he indifferently flew forward, hidden behind a tree, coldly watching this man’s last move, his heart slightly chilled, not forgetting to notify his companions of the enemy even at the point of death, the army of the Kingdom of Qing is indeed the toughest team in the world.

All the way to break the snow forest, up the snow mountain, Fan Xian has killed more than ten people, the body also feel a little tired, also clearly know, this ambush their own, there are more than two hundred crossbowmen, and come a lot of masters, their own move to feel a little bit of strength, and the shadow side seems to be not yet fully successful.

The other party had really paid a big price.

At this time, he had already pierced through the two sniping lines and arrived at the place near the hill, because he knew that those powerful city guard crossbows were placed here. Already close to his purpose, he didn’t care about that person’s warning before he died, sneaking and assassination were actually more physically and mentally exhausting than a frontal fight, so he decided to change his approach.

A thin stomping of snow sounded through the woods as a team of crossbowmen nervously patrolled the area. Half of the crossbowmen had been sent after Fan Xian, while the other part was suppressing the carriages in the valley, and no one had expected that Fan Xian would be able to break through the two lines of defense and come to the top of the mountain without a sound.

Because not many people in this world knew that Fan Xian had grown up learning to assassinate and guard against being assassinated, and this stalker’s instinct had entered his blood.

The snow flew again, the ground was like a sudden line of snow, a snow shadow flashed from behind a tree, taking the opportunity of the snowflakes falling from the trees, turning into a straight line and rushing over!

What a fast speed!

These crossbowmen only felt a flash in front of their eyes, then they felt a coldness in their throats, and the crossbow arrows in their hands shot out haphazardly in the midst of tension.

Duh duh duh duh.

Amidst the crisscrossing, risk-hiding crossbows and arrows, Fan Xian swept out, the slender black dagger in his left hand slashed across the throats of the crossbowmen, and with his right hand, he pulled out the longsword behind his back and chopped straight through.

The left hand was fine and soft, while the right hand was domineering and vertical.

The left was a black line, and the right hand was a luminous mass of color.

Crossbow arrows flew, shooting out towards the sky and the four fields, shooting into the dense snow forest tree trunks, and then in this black line outlined and the bright color mass drenched, a team of crossbowmen cried out miserably and fell to the ground, their blood flowing profusely.

The sword in Fan Xian’s right hand met a strong resistance at the end.

Without touching the ground, Fan Xian swept back and stood three paces in front of the man, looking coldly at him.

The other man was holding a sword in both hands, and although he was a bit intimidated, he was still strong enough to look directly into Fan Xian’s eyes, and shouted under his breath to notify his neighboring partners.

Fan Xian remained motionless, looking at him coldly before spitting out a single word: “Duh!”

Where the words fell, his black dagger had shot out, and his person also shot out strangely fast and incomparably following this black dagger …… like a shadow dragging behind the black dagger!

But in a flash, Fan Xian had arrived in front of that person, and the black dagger had also arrived in front of that person.

Slightly distracted by the word “duh”, the man let out a fierce cry and slashed down with both daggers, cutting the black daggers down to the snowy ground.

Fan Xian let out a strange cry, lifting his body two feet upwards, and with a flip of his right wrist, he stabbed his longsword upside down at the man’s empty door!

Being able to survive had already proved that person’s strength, only to see him take three steps back, his hands not abandoning the hilt of his sword, he danced against himself, a piece of blade light flashed by, and he carried Fan Xian’s sword momentum in a flash of lightening.

There was a crunching sound.

The sword broke, and the man’s chest was stuffy as he spat out a mouthful of blood, unable to withstand the overbearing true qi attached to Fan Xian’s sword.

However, he also managed to tease that sword of Fan Xian’s out, giving himself a chance to live.

However, Fan Xian had even abandoned his sword in order to maintain his fantastically high speed and stance!

His entire body balled up like a ghost, pouncing into the middle of the other man and slapping his palm on the other man’s chest without any flourish, yet in an exceptionally fast and steady manner.

With a few clicks, the man’s sternum broke, his eyes protruding, and he died miserably on the snowy ground.

Fan Xian turned back and swept, picking up the longsword and dagger from the snow, his toes pointing at the snowy forest again, drifting into the top of the forest, like a stunning goose.

No longer visible.

This exchange of hands, but snapping three sound, the so-called lightning, is so.

Fan Xian looked at the three strong crossbows under the forest, but also could not help but feel cold, really …… is the city crossbow, his heart can not help but surge up countless doubts and uneasiness, just at this time his people are still trapped in the valley, he can not possibly think about too many things.

The city crossbow, with its strange and terrifying shape, was mounted at the top of the mountain, with a wooden disk and iron armature below for control, and the drawstring and machine spring for cocking required the combined efforts of several people to complete, and the huge crossbow arrows were laid out next to it.

Fan Xian attached himself above the snowy forest, squinting at the scene, and couldn’t help but think of the powerful impact his carriage had received.

Thought of the people who had died in the valley.

The city crossbows were still being cast slowly and steadily, and the wagons between the valleys had already been shattered twice, leaving the Inspectorate dead and wounded.

So even though Fan Xian had discovered three experts above the seventh rank between the fields, he still didn’t hesitate for a second, transforming into a large white bird and swooping towards those three city crossbows.

“Release!”

The person next to the city crossbows who was obviously the commander suddenly shouted loudly.

What was released was not the city crossbows, but the dense rain of arrows that suddenly shot out from the lower left side of the forest!

These snipers were obviously prepared, and Fan Xian was in mid-air, facing this overwhelming rain of arrows, seemingly unavoidable, yet all of them immediately saw a scene that made their jaws drop.

With a tug of his right hand, Fan Xian flipped his entire outfit over, covering his head and face, while his person, like a stone, fell directly towards the ground!

It wasn’t a change of qi to forcefully reverse his body shape, but rather, he directly dispersed the true qi in his body!

Allowing himself to fall to the ground like a falling leaf, a stone with the laws of nature.

It seemed simple, but the powerful shock between such true qi transitions was enough to cause most of the world’s experts to break their meridians by inches, and only an innate monster like Fan Xian could use this method.

No one expected Fan Xian to fall down like this, so most of the crossbows and arrows were fired at the sky and the birds in the forest, and only a few of them hit Fan Xian’s body, but they were deflected by the official clothes that the Supervisory Yuan had specially made for him, and by the domineering true qi in his body, which was strong and powerful to the extreme.

However, Fan Xian still felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and a pain that seeped into his bones caused his eyes to redden as he realized that he had suffered internal injuries, and he was afraid that the surface of his body had begun to bleed as well.

As soon as his feet touched the ground, his entire body collapsed, and like a snow fox, he quickly and incomparably slid along the surface of the snow, drifting towards the three city crossbows.

Crossbow arrows were shot in the snow behind him, densely inserted as if they were bracing for him.

An extremely fast knife met him, and Fan Xian flipped his wrist, his black dagger spreading out like a cloud of dark shadows, and in a moment, he matched that knife fourteen times.

With fourteen clanks and crunches, the dagger man retreated in fear, his face a shade of green and white, obviously having suffered a dark loss, but finally succeeding in stopping Fan Xian in front of his body.

Fan Xian narrowed his eyes and glanced at him, knowing that this swordsman must have an extremely important position in the army, and that there were two other experts like this one at the top of this mountain.

And what Fan Xian needed was time.

So he retreated, retreated into the arms of the incoming attacker behind him, and with his backhand gripping his wrist, the black dagger stabbed out from under his armpit.

The man behind him let out a strange cry, abandoning his sword and not using it, his palms closed together, risking the danger of the poison on the dagger, and clamped down on Fan Xian’s dagger.

But the force of Fan Xian’s stab was so great that the dagger finally slipped through the man’s palms and poked into the other man’s body.

The man bellowed furiously and slapped his palm down at the back of Fan Xian’s head.

Fan Xian didn’t turn around and returned the palm.

Immediately afterward, the dagger was drawn out and then returned, striking at the man’s face with the hilt, and Fan Xian acted as if he had eyes in the back of his head as the hilt stabbed straight into the man’s eye sockets.

The man’s left palm came out again, blocking Fan Xian’s hilt in front of his eyes by an inch.

Fan Xian pressed his thumb down, and the hilt stabbed out a sharp pointy edge, piercing through the man’s palm and, immediately afterward, piercing through the man’s eyeball!

At the North Sea Shore, even Sean had suffered a loss from Fan Xian’s move, not to mention these military powerhouses.

The man didn’t bother to cover his liquid-spattered eyeballs, howling wildly in misery, and at the moment when he knew he would surely die, he was exceptionally strong and hugged Fan Xian from behind!

He wore Fan Xian’s dagger on his left palm and eye, and his right arm tightly choked Fan Xian’s throat.

The swordsman in front of him also chopped over with his sword, his fast blade like electricity, slashing straight through Fan Xian’s face!

Fan Xian stifled a grunt and pulled his dagger out of the eye socket of the man behind him with a shriek, stabbing directly at the swordsman in front of him.

Where did it occur to him that the swordsman had no regard for his own life or death, and with a violent cry, his blade did not stop, allowing Fan Xian’s dagger to plunge into his right chest.

It seemed that these military powerhouses, even at the risk of their own lives, were trying to leave Fan Xian’s body in this valley, which wasn’t too far from the capital.

However, Fan Xian s stabbed out left arm was still stretched out straight like this, holding a dagger in front of his arm, with a dark crossbow at …… his wrist!

The sound of the machine’s spring faintly sounded, and the swordsman who had killed many of Fan Xian’s subordinates with his crossbow today, suddenly realized that his eyes were blackened, and then a sharp pain came, and only then did he realize that two crossbow arrows had been inserted into his eyes.

Two small, showy black arrows were inserted into that swordsman’s eyes.

Fan Xian exhaled violently, and with that strong strong man behind him, he took a step forward, missing that swordsman’s blade, and resisted the other’s right hand with his own iron shoulder, and with a khara sound, it was still that swordsman’s hand that was broken.

Fan Xian raised his foot and kicked out.

With a muffled sound, the swordsman in front of him was kicked backwards ten feet by this kick mixed with resentment and dominance, and ruthlessly smashed on top of a tree trunk, his belly opened and his intestines flowed, so miserable.

At that moment, the third person had finally arrived.

Fan Xian’s foot had not yet been withdrawn.

However, he had been waiting for this person, and ignoring the person behind him who was holding himself tightly, his right hand had already gripped the hilt of the sword that was sticking out of his shoulder.

With a snort, both arms of the man behind him were severed!

Like a plum blossom blooming to welcome the wind and snow, like a boat swimming in the sea, without a hint of looking around at the sword, Fan Xian coldly stabbed his sword over.

The blade of the sword was gently trembling, seemingly weak, but actually stubborn, not caring about the front, not caring about the left, not caring about the right, and winning in a forward motion.

It was the sword that Fan Xian had buried in the bottom of his box, and it was also the most powerful sword he had ever used to face his enemies head-on, and he would never have used it if it hadn’t been for the most dangerous moment.

The Four Guards Sword.

The blade of the sword passed through the throat of that army strongman, picking him up in mid-air in the snow, his eyes protruding as he stared at Fan Xian, his hands limp with weakness, his pair of curved swords falling into the snow.

Those eyes seemed to be speaking, expressing their fear and disbelief, as if to say, how could such a sword come so silently?

It was at this moment that the strange change occurred again.

Fan Xian’s sword picked out one person, bound one person behind him, and underneath the snow where he stood, another person actually appeared!

A gray figure drilled out of the snow, carrying a ghostly aura, holding a thin sword and stabbing out against Fan Xian’s back!

This was the real killer.

Fan Xian had lurked in the snow and killed countless people, but at this moment, facing the siege of three powerful men, he was really a bit exhausted, so he didn’t even notice the strange situation in the snow.

It was at this moment of imminent victory that the enemy’s final assassin finally appeared.

At this moment, Fan Xian only had time to take a step forward before he felt a fiery pain that traveled from his waist all the way to the back of his neck.

The ethereal sword had pierced straight through the official clothes that Fan Xian could defend against normal attacks, leaving a long, miserable wound on his back!

Before the sword’s intent stopped, it rushed up into the sky, cutting through the harness that Fan Xian had tied his hair with.

The man who had been posted behind Fan Xian had long since been shaken into the snow by the sword.

And Fan Xian’s back had been replaced by the assassin who had been lurking in the snow for a long time.

With a heavy blow to his back, his long hair draped helplessly behind him, and the sword that was about to take Fan Xian’s life, Fan Xian’s mental and physical strength was on the verge of exhaustion, and he was simply unable to mobilize the hegemonic zhenqi within his body in an instant.

He only had time to turn back.

To look back.

The long black hair that was spread out was thrown out, and it softly and feebly struck the cheek of this last assassin.

Where the hair fell, a fine needle was lodged in the temple next to that assassin’s cheek, thin and trembling, as if a gust of wind might blow the needle off.

However, the assassin’s body froze for a moment, and the sword aimed at Fan Xian’s heart didn’t make it out in time.

Fan Xian leveled his palm and slashed the assassin’s throat, and a shower of blood exploded from the back of the assassin’s neck.