Joy of Life

~ Date: ~09月20日~

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If it is not forced to the road, Fan Xian will never think of using black boxes. At first, when he went down to Dadongshan to worship the sky, he always thought that his majesty was playing in the game, so he put the box on the boat.

The box has been on the boat, and has been wrapped in the 130,000-two-silver, and is exposed in the main hall of Suzhou Huayuan, welcoming the crowds coming and going. The emperor and Chen Pingping thought that this box was about to lose sleep, but no one thought that Fan Xian would actually be a bachelor to choose such a storage location.

The most dangerous place is the safest place, for people, and for the box.

And he is going to the mountain at this time because he knows that for this unequal sniper, his biggest advantage is that Yan Xiaoyi does not know what kind of weapons he has, and there is no hot weapon for terror. The slightest cognition.

At the distance of 500 meters, Yan Xiaoyi only had to be beaten by himself. Once Yan Xiaoyi broke into the 300 meters, the speed and power of Yan Xiaoyi’s arrow method was only feared that Fan Xian would be shot. The head can't lift, the public opinion is aimed? Therefore, he must pull away from Yan Xiaoyi while waiting for Yan Xiaoyi to appear in his own vision.

After getting the box on the boat, Fan Xian did not immediately take the opportunity to counterattack, precisely because he knew that Yan Xiaoyi did not need to aim, he could shoot 13 arrows in one second, and he needed to aim for a long time before he could... ... barely fire a shot. If you shoot wildly on the coast, you must be the most stalker who has died in history.

It’s not so fun to repeat... This is the point when Wu Zhushu taught him to use a gun. He didn’t forget the reminder, the wind speed and the temperature. The refraction of light... The so-called loss of a thousand, the difference is a thousand miles, it is this kind of thing.

Fan Xian did not want to shoot a shot indiscriminately, but broke through a big tree 50 meters away from Yan Xiaoyi.

If a strong person like Yan Xiaoyi has experienced a deterrent of bullets and knows that he has such a terrible long-range weapon, the other party must have a method of rushing into his own body and letting the heavy force be greatly reduced.

Therefore, Fan Xian only allowed himself to shoot a shot.

Fan Xian is so cautious and careful, so value Yan Xiaoyi. Naturally, there is his truth. He studied under the education of Fei Jie at an early age, less than sixteen years old. He grasped the tactics of tracking and disappearing assassinations in the Supervisory Academy. In the same year, he killed Shawn on the shore of the North Sea. It has already proved his strength.

However, after going deep into the northern foothills of Zhangzhou, Fan Xian along the road to lay down the organs, eliminating traces, with the help of dense forests and steep and dense foliage, intent to get rid of Yan Xiaoyi to pursue, but never succeeded, Yan Xiaoyi and his party. Always keep a distance of about 100 feet with him.

till the end. Fan Xiancai wants to understand that Yan Xiaoyi was a hunter in the mountains. It seems that there is a sense of sensitivity to prey, and since he is his prey, it is difficult to get rid of tracking. As for those traps. I am afraid that in the eyes of Yan Xiaoyi, it is nothing.

When Fan was quietly admiring Yan Xiaoyi in the mountains, there were a few sullen and screams in the big tree where he had temporarily stopped.

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Yan Xiaoyi looked at the soldiers who had been stabbed in the cold, and did not show the meaning of depression in his eyes. Instead, there was a wildfire that began to burn. Since the abandonment of the horse into the mountain in northern Luzhou, along the way, three of his five soldiers have died in the tricks and traps of Fan Xian, and this person is the fourth person to die in front of him.

Tracking this, as a peerless strong in the nine products, Ling Lingran is close to the realm of the great master Yan Xiaoyi, and Fan Xian's thoughts at this time, the other side gave birth to some admiration.

Yan Xiaoyi clearly pointed out the arrow on his own cliff, especially the sword of Ye Liuyun, which caused harm to Fan Xian. If the level of the previous leisure is floating up and down in the nine products, then I was seriously injured, and I experienced the rush of the night. I counted at least eight good players.

He thought that he personally shot and chased a wounded, leisurely, this is a hand-to-hand thing... but such a wounded person, but still able to lay so many traps in the mountains, some traps The authorities, even Yan Xiaoyi himself could not fully discover, thus killing his men and preventing their own progress.

There is a smell of ** in the forest. The virgin forests in northern Luzhou are uninhabited, and the swamps are adjacent to the stone mountains. The beasts fight with the vines, close to the sea, and the wet wind blows, blowing the world's most dense. The flora, and the denser the flora, the more dangerous it is hidden inside.

The smell of this **, I don’t know whether it’s the body of an animal, or the accumulation of fallen leaves in the old days, the smell of the sun shining out of the heat, in short, very unpleasant, very pungent.

Yan Xiaoyi smoked his nose and slowly ran the infuriating body. It was very difficult to smell the excellent smell of the rot.

In the trap, the organ has this taste. The death of Yan Bing’s four powerful pro-brothers is also derived from this. If it is not for him to investigate at this time, I am afraid I can’t smell it.

Yan Xiaoyi did not forget that Fan Xian is a student of Mr. Fei Jie, the most fierce person in the world who used poison.

I don’t know where the forest is in the jungle.

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Yan Xiaoyi looked at the mountain and his eyes narrowed. Some people couldn’t understand. Fan’s body got so much spirit and courage from him, he could support him for so long.

In this way, his lips have a confident smile, the more powerful the enemy, the more happy he may be killed.

"Dudu..." The only surviving soldier swallowed and whispered and said: "After entering the jungle, it is hard to come out alive..." He lowered his voice and said: "After all, Fan is not like you know." The secret road in this mountain."

Yan Xiaoyi looked at the pro-inspector coldly and did not say anything. The mountains in the northern part of Luzhou and the virgin forest in the mountains are the key to isolate the traffic between Qingguo and Dongyicheng. If there is not the secret road. The Dadongshan Surrounding is simply impossible to succeed. Since half a year ago, Yan Xiaoyi put the whole mind on the secret transport of the secret, and knew the horror of this secret road and the surrounding forest. member

But because of this, he can support Fan Xian to the present. There is a tribute to it.

"The five thousand brothers in Dadongshan are waiting for you to go back... Can you rest assured that the outsider will lead?" This soldier was obviously the four brothers who were killed, and was shocked by Fan’s blood and dead poison. Yan Xiaoyi’s eyes, bowed and said:

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

After a few moments of silence, Yan Xiaoyi waved his hand and seemed to want to signal that the relative soldier would stop talking.

His hand just happened to be on the face of the soldier.

The sound of the card was crisp. The head of this soldier is like a watermelon that has been flattened, distorted and deformed, and the five senses are squeezed into one by a palm, and there is no sound. It was so straight and fell to the ground.

Yan Xiaoyi looked at the underground corpse coldly and walked to the back of the big tree. His armpit was low and pressed according to the piece of grass that was flattened by Fan. Confirm that Fan Xian did not leave for too long, confirming the direction of Fan Free. Then chased it up silently.

Looking at the figure in the optical aiming lens, Fan Xian took a breath of cold air, and touched the injury that was shocked by the arrow behind him. He coughed twice. He didn't have the heart to admire the magic of the black box. This can be saved so well, the optical aiming lens is still so clear... He only admires Yan Xiaoyi's action and strong sixth sense.

I have been lurking in the grass for a while, and I have been staring at the area up the mountain. I have to lock the body of Yan Xiaoyi several times. However, Yan Xiaoyi seems to feel the danger in nature. Every time after half a second of rest, it will re-act. Step by step closer to the mountain with the help of towering trees and dense foliage.

Fan Xian took a deep breath. Worried that his previous coughing will give Yan Xiaoyi a position, forcibly pressing down the back pain. Drilled out of the grass, climbed over a diagonal distance of more than a hundred feet, and found a tree that at least five people could be surrounded, leaning against the trunk. Gasping for a big mouth.

The air quickly poured into his throat, the hot temperature and the greed of oxygen in the body, making him breathe very quickly every time, feeling dry and stinging in the throat, and the chest began to rise and feel sad. Ground tearing.

Fan Xian loosened the tie of the loose neckline and forcibly closed his mouth. Breathing through the nose, a few words in my heart, thinking why I have a heavy burden, but still not so confident - recoil is not big, why not dare to try to advance?

After the inner monologue has not finished, he feels a little weird, and the whole person's body is immediately tightened.

Then he heard a bang, and the giant tree behind him seemed to tremble slightly.

It should be an arrow.

Fan Xian did not have any reaction, but he immediately thought that the pro-arms had died, and that arrow... It was naturally Yan Xiaoyi’s hair, and his eyes shrank!

He immediately bends his legs slightly, relaxes his entire knee, and leans forward slightly. This is the only time he has the ability to do some posture change.

This posture can be unloaded, and along with the powerful power behind it, let the whole body fall forward and resolve as much as possible.

If this time is hard, then the end must be very miserable.

The snoring sounded, Fan Xian was slammed forward by the shock, and a spurt of blood spurted out of his mouth. The whole person fell in the deep grass shrubs. On his face, he did not know how many thin wounds were drawn. .

In the giant tree behind him, the bark of the palm of his hand was all open, revealing the white trunk inside, a delicate arrow like a lurking snake, and the black arrow was found. At the center of the circle, the white trunk is broken by the powerful real shock of the arrow.

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Fan Xian didn't have time to look at the vision on the tree behind him. He didn't have time to rejoice that he didn't put down the box on his back. He couldn't even wipe the blood from his lips. He had already started another escape, relying on his own hegemony. Infuriating, supporting the tired body, rushing to the top of the mountain.

Yan Xiaoyi disappeared from the scope for less than five seconds, and he has already touched himself within a hundred feet. This kind of body, this kind of horrible action, is really a little chilling.

After a while, a light armor, like the **** of Yan Xiaoyi appeared in this big tree, but his body is full of dirt at this time, it looks very incomparable.

Yan Xiaoyi observed it coldly. I chased it up again. Just when the footsteps moved, once again subconsciously fell into the grass.

He could feel that there was a danger that he was a little chilling, and he almost locked himself before.

Yan Xiaoyi once felt this kind of breath, which is in the streets full of white fog in Kyoto.

However, to his doubt, he was able to lock his own position through such a distance, unless ... Fan has reached the realm of the Grand Master. Or like yourself, there is a help from God.

But he is still careful lying in the grass.

Fan Wei, who was aiming at the heights for a long time, found that the target was always hidden in the dead corner, and he could not help but sneak a few words. Take back heavy sputum and swallow the smell of blood in the mouth. Rush to the top of the mountain.

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The northern part of Luzhou is full of mountains. However, probably no one knows, just in the majestic mountain of Yan Xiaoyi and Fan Xia. It was a flat mountain, and the hills were as flat as the grasslands. It was wonderful that there was no big tree, just the long grass that stretched over the knees. As the cyan felt is generally spread out. The group dedicated to dedication.

The bizarre meadows on the top of the mountain stretched all the way to the edge of the cliff.

In the grass on the edge of the cliff, Fan will set up the bracket. Put the black box calmly beside you. The expression on his face has calmed down, and he knows he has no way. Even if he climbed down the cliff with his suitcase, it was daytime. If Yan Xiaoyi takes a bow and shoots down, he has only one dead end.

And he doesn't want to escape anymore. Holding a heavy rebirth, but being chased by the primitive man with a bow and arrow, and being chased and killed, he felt ashamed. If you die like this, you will be laughed at by the former sages, especially those who are surnamed Ye.

However, the optical sight still can't capture the figure of Yan Xiaoyi. Fan's forehead began to drip cold sweat. His body shape is also hidden, but the approximate area has been mastered by Yan Xiaoyi. There is only such a big place on the cliff. Yan Xiaoyi will always approach himself.

The closer Yan Xiaoyi is to himself, the smaller the odds will be.

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Yan Xiaoyi finally showed his body shape, like an eagle, marching along the weird trajectory in the grass. Obviously, although he did not know what was in his hands, he could clearly understand By the way, the other party has something that can threaten himself.

Fan’s muzzle stretched out in the grass, swinging on both sides, but he couldn’t lock the figure that was moving fast.

Although the other side is moving forward and sometimes retreating, it seems to be drawing a spiral trace, but Fan Xian is clear to anyone in this world, the spiral is always rising, and Yan Xiaoyi is gradually shortening his distance from him.

Five hundred meters.

The sweat on Fan’s leisure was getting faster and faster, and he gradually broke into his eyes.

Four hundred meters.

Fan Xian gradually felt a little helpless, a kind of emptiness that the world used to be after my hand, but found that everything was just an illusion, and there was no way for him to shoot Yan Xiaoyi... and Yan Xiaoyi was closer. You can use the arrow in his hand to shoot yourself into a hedgehog.

Three hundred and fifty meters.

If Yan Xiaoyi is really bullied, and there is absolutely no way to escape from the power of the nine strong players.

Until this moment, Fan Xian finally understood the meaning of this heavy weight in his hand, that is - no meaning! A weapon is strong enough, after all, it depends on who is in it. Trying to sweep the world by relying on a heavy slap, this is just a slang word.

Even Yan Xiaoyi can't die, not to mention the old monsters on the top of Dadong.

The sweat passed over the small wound on his face, which was scratched by the blade of grass. After a tingling, Fan’s heart gradually calmed down. He knew that Yan Xiaoyi could not continue to approach himself, but he could not use the scope to lock the fast. The moving figure, at this juncture, seems to need some luck.

In addition to luck, more courage and determination are needed.

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"Yan Xiaoyi!"

There was a big drink in the meadow on the top of the mountain, dressed in a black dress, and Huo stood up from the grass, raised the sniper rifle in his hand and aimed at Yan Xiaoyi not far away.

This loud drink disturbed the ignorant and ignorant creatures in the meadow. A sly mountain rabbit began to prepare for the nearest cave. A voles that were eating grass roots stopped under the ground, two The forelimbs hang down slightly, ready to run wild. Countless birds hidden in the grass began to flap. Ready to fly to this fierce land.

With this sound, in the moment of the electric fire, Yan Xiaoyi made a regret for his life. Maybe there is no time to regret it.

He stopped his body and took off the long silk wrapped around his body at the fastest speed. He stood on the meadow extremely stable in tandem, pulling the bowstring to the full moon, a cold arrow. branch. Straightforward aiming at the appearance of the body.

At this moment, Yan Xiaoyi saw what Fan took in his hand. But he doesn't know this thing, maybe it is the most advanced downtime of the Supervisory Academy?

But since Fan has already shown his figure. Start with a courage that has not been shown in one day and one night and confront yourself with a positive confrontation. Yan Xiaoyi gave Fan Xian the opportunity.

It’s not that Yan Dadu is arrogant. But he knows if he keeps traveling at high speed. At the same time, letting the arrow drop will not hurt the rabbit. More timid than the vole. A little white face that can escape even if the bird is flying.

And at a distance of one hundred feet. As long as you stand firm, you will be able to shoot Fan. Even if you can't shoot, you won't give Van Fan any chance to fight back.

As for the strange thing in the hands of Fan’s hands...

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The human-personal psychology is like this, for mysterious and unknown things. There is always fear of the unknown, so Yan Xiaoyi will be so cautious in the past. When he saw that the metal had become a "funny", he naturally regarded him as the most powerful weapon developed by the three supervisory offices.

Knowing what it is, naturally no longer afraid. Especially the arrogant and arrogant peers like Yan Xiaoyi. Decades of arrows have been immersed. Naturally endowed, he has enough confidence in the capital. He always thought. Even if the enemy's arrow is fast, it is impossible to react faster than yourself.

Even if you hear the arrow, the spring will avoid it. Can be unscathed, is there a faster arrow than the sound in this world?

Yan Xiaoyi did not believe it, so he stood in a cold and indifferent shape, opened the longbow and aimed at Fan. Release your finger.

Arrow, flew out.

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All of this. It happened only in a very short moment, from Fan Xian bravely standing up from the grass, to Yan Xiaoyi standing firm, and then Yan Xiaoyi released his fingers, but ordinary people blinked.

Fan’s speed was obviously not as fast as Yan Xiaoyi, so when he clearly saw the arrow spinning at a high speed and getting closer and closer to his body, he forced the trigger.

The sniper rifle's muzzle opened a spark, very beautiful.

The long bow of Yan Xiaoyi’s hand is creaking, and his posture still keeps the gods’ shootings strong, then his pupils shrink, because...

He saw the spark.

He also heard the sound very clear and muffled.

However, he has no way to escape.

Because the other side of the "arrow", really ... faster than the sound!

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A bang, like a paper bag was smashed by a urchin, like the bucket used for showering in the old house of Zhangzhou was stoned open.

Yan Xiaoyi’s half-piece body split in an instant. His powerful body and tyrannical flesh and blood, at this moment, turned into a flower, a flower-dyed flower, and a green meadow. put.

He fell down unsurprisingly, and at this moment, he finally remembered the legend of the year.

At the same moment, the arrow that Yan Xiaoyi shot, also slammed into Fan’s body, took out a blood flower, and nailed Fan’s body to the meadow on the cliff.

Time flew again, the mountain rabbit got into the narrow cave, the voles laid down their forelimbs, and began to run wild in the darkness. The birds in the grass also flew up and turned into a large white feather. I don’t know the sky above the hilltop meadow. The action is flying.

At the two ends of the meadow, there are two people who are dead and alive.

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