Fan Xian reached out and grabbed the black box from the scattered silver ingots on the ground.

The slightly rough yet extremely textured feel on his fingers, this familiar and wonderful sensation, seemed to instantly infuse boundless courage and true qi into his body, allowing him to shed all timidity and fear, filled with confidence, and not even considering the ship about to crash into him from behind.

However, he dove into the cabin, this series of actions happening so quickly that he didn't notice anyone beside him.

So when he, filled with a hundred times the ambition, carried the black box on his back, preparing to rush out of the cabin, enter the mainland, and dominate the world... he was stunned to find that there was a person wearing the uniform of the Overwatch Council beside him, and couldn't help but be taken aback.

But it was only for a moment, because this person was Hong Changqing, a trusted member of the Qinian Group to whom he had given an important task. There was no time to talk, Fan Xian just glanced at him, the meaning of this glance was very clear - I gave the order, why the hell haven't you run yet?

Hong Changqing stared back at him blankly, the meaning in his eyes also very clear - Thirteen thousand taels of silver, how can I bear to lose it and run? I have to keep an eye on it for you, my lord?

Could the so-called mutual appreciation be this kind of eye contact?

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Their eyes met and separated instantly. Hong Changqing stood behind Fan Xian with incredible speed, while Fan Xian's left hand, as inescapable as a azure dragon, also grabbed Hong Changqing's nape firmly.

With a *zing*! An arrow accurately shot into Hong Changqing's abdomen, erupting in countless splashes of blood. Hong Changqing's face turned pale in an instant. Although he had valiantly stepped forward to block the arrow for Fan Xian, he never expected that this arrow would so easily break through his blade's wind and hit his body.

The momentum of the arrow did not stop, and it pierced hard into the silver ingots scattered on the deck, coincidentally piercing through an ingot, looking like a iron skewer through a bun, very cute... very terrifying.

Fan Xian wore a grim expression, carrying the box in one hand and grabbing Hong Changqing's nape with the other, running quickly towards the stern of the ship. Arrows rained down behind him, tracking his footsteps, pursuing his soul, but not allowing his feet to falter or slow down even a fraction.

"Find the Black Knights, and rendezvous!"

Fan Xian stepped onto the railing at the stern of the ship, and struck the chest and abdomen of the speechless Hong Changqing with a palm, delivering a trace of the gentle true qi of the Heavenly One Dao, temporarily sealing his blood vessels. And he, like a large bird, took advantage of this palm strike to leap up, soaring lightly and powerfully, yet extremely quickly.

The next moment, he had already landed on the shore, without looking back at the miserably falling Hong Changqing. Although he didn't know what kind of injury that arrow had caused to Qingwa, he firmly believed that Qingwa would not die. Since he could survive the hellish island, he would definitely survive this time.

This may be a psychological self-comfort, perhaps a blessing, perhaps Fan Xian really believed in Qingwa's ability to feign death.

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At sea.

Xu Maocai, clutching his bleeding cheek, said grimly, "Reverse oars!" The naval warship beneath him began to turn its rudder extremely nimbly, moving away from the slaughter on the coastline. At this time, the sea surface was filled with thick smoke, mixed with white mist, making people's vision even worse. Xu Maocai knew that he had to take advantage of this opportunity to stay away from this troublesome area, and according to the young master's plan, start drifting at sea, and return to Jiaozhou when necessary.

The ship retreated quickly in the sea. Xu Maocai stared at the white sailboat on the coast, his pupils shrinking slightly. He could no longer help Fan Xian at this time, and he was very worried about whether Fan Xian could escape.

With a deafening boom!

The only intact warship among the three naval warships, like a killer whale rushing onto the shore to capture sea lions, fiercely and unstoppably crashed into the white-sailed official ship of the Overwatch Council!

Disturbed by this powerful impact, the seawater on the shore seemed to boil, creating waves half a person high, spreading strongly around the shore as the center. Only a series of cracking sounds could be heard, as if the official ship of the Overwatch Council was about to be torn apart by this impact.

And at the moment of the collision, six or seven figures, relying on the enormous force of the impact, rose from the naval warship, maintaining a perfect formation in the air. With several *shu shu* sounds, they landed on the stern of the violently shaking official ship of the Overwatch Council.

The most captivating figure among these six or seven people was Yan Xiaoyi, wearing black light armor, like a celestial being, descending from the sky, landing firmly on the deck at the stern of the ship like a rock, without moving an inch after landing!

Beside him were five close guards from the Zhengbei Army.

Yan Xiaoyi arrived quickly, but Fan Xian and the members of the Qinian Group ran even faster. At this time, the official ship was empty, except for the silver ingots and wood chips scattered all over the deck.

Yan Xiaoyi stood at the stern, watching the shore coldly, staring at the rapidly receding black dot, turned his wrist, and shook his right arm!

Without knowing when, the Soul-Eating Longbow bound with gold thread appeared in his hand, nocking an arrow, drawing the string, a series of movements completed in one go, as smooth as flowing water.

At this time, the distance between the stern of the ship and Fan Xian's body on the shore was neither far nor near, precisely the distance at which the longbow could exert its greatest destructive power. The black feathered arrow left the string, with the momentum of wind and thunder!

This arrow had condensed Yan Xiaoyi's spirit and power to the pinnacle, and it seemed that it had faintly broken through the so-called limit of speed, crossed the barrier of space, and was invincible. One moment it was still on the bowstring, and the next moment it had already arrived behind Fan Xian!

Fan Xian had no time to look back at this time, nor could he look back. Even though he had become the fastest person in the world to evade with the training of Wu Zhu, after a night of fighting and escaping, facing Yan Xiaoyi's fastest and most domineering arrow since last night, he still had no way to dodge it.

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The tip of the arrow pierced into Fan Xian's back without surprise, no, it should have shot the black box Fan Xian was carrying on his back!

A muffled groan came from the mist on the shore, and the black dot seemed to stagger a bit, almost knocked to the ground by this arrow, but for some reason, he immediately propped himself up and ran quickly towards the distance.

Not dead?

Not dead!

Obscured by the thick fog, the people on the ship could only vaguely see Fan Xian's figure. Even Yan Xiaoyi, with his powerful eyesight, did not see the details of that arrow hitting the other party clearly. A trace of fear and doubt appeared on the faces of Yan Xiaoyi's five personal guards. Chasing and killing Fan Xian to this point overnight, everyone's confidence gradually faded.

There is actually someone in this world who can slide down a smooth cliff hundreds of feet high!

There is actually someone in this world who can be hit by a full-force arrow from the Grand Commandant, yet only stagger!

These personal guards suddenly thought of the background of the person they were chasing, thought of the legendary Celestial Veined One, and thought of many, many stories related to Fan Xian.

Yan Xiaoyi's heart inevitably stirred up some emotions, but his face remained cold, and he couldn't see the changes in his heart. He slapped the ship's railing, and he had already floated to the shore. The sound of horses galloping faintly came from the forest on the shore.

The five personal guards at the stern of the ship looked at each other, and with resolute faces, swept to the shore.

Before long, a team of cavalry galloped from the forest, giving their mounts to Yan Xiaoyi and his group of six.

Yan Xiaoyi's preparations could not be said to be insufficient. This trip to Danzhou to lure and kill was carried out by both land and sea routes. With fine horses below them, how could Fan Xian escape?

The sound of horses' hooves echoed as the team chasing Fan Tisi disappeared into the mist on the shore. The white-sailed official ship on the sea, after being hit, began to slowly sink into the cold seawater, with corpses and debris floating everywhere on the sea.

Hong Changqing jumped down, Fan Xian jumped down, Yan Xiaoyi and his guards also jumped down, and 130,000 taels of silver also sank.

The hunt continues.

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A day later, in the primitive dense forest north of Danzhou, behind a large tree, Fan Xian, dressed in black, was sitting on the moss, panting heavily, occasionally reaching out to wipe the blood seeping from the corner of his lips.

Then he gently stroked the small spot on the surface of the box in his arms, feeling a chill. From his youth, he knew the sturdiness of this box. He couldn't leave even a trace with the black dagger Fei Xian gave him, but who would have thought that Yan Xiaoyi's arrow from the air would leave a mark on the box.

From this, it can be seen how powerful Yan Xiaoyi's arrow was.

Presumably, those people did not expect that he would dare to directly block that arrow. A smile appeared on the corner of Fan Xian's lips. Having such a box with him, it would be stupid of him not to use it as a bulletproof vest.

But he was clear that although the box blocked the arrow from piercing into his body, it could not block the fierce arrow intent and the powerful shock force transmitted over, so his internal organs were injured upon injured, and the true qi had begun to show some signs of chaos.

That's why he was trapped by Yan Xiaoyi's hunting team in an area of less than ten miles in the dense forest north of Danzhou.

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 panting breath, and with his fingers, he gently opened the long black box.

Inside the box were those simple and unadorned, even seemingly simple, metal strips, but Fan Xian knew that these things, which were far less domineering and beautiful than the gold-threaded longbow in Yan Xiaoyi's hand, were the most terrifying weapons in this world.

He closed his eyes to rest for a moment, and then his hands began to move quickly in the box. As a series of simple and wonderful *kaka kaka* sounds rang out, a weapon that originally did not belong to this world appeared quietly in his hands.

The last time this weapon appeared in this world, it directly led to the bizarre deaths of two princes of Qing, created the enthronement of Prince Cheng, and also gave the current Qing Emperor the opportunity to sit on the dragon throne. From a certain point of view, the destruction of Great Wei that year, the change in the general trend of the world, the strength of Qing... the source of all of this was the heavy sniper rifle in Fan Xian's hands at this time.

M82A1, a simple code name, a black box, a legendary artifact.

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After handling all of this, Fan Xian closed the box, held the gun in his arms, and took a short nap, but could not enter a true state of meditation no matter what. One reason was that Yan Xiaoyi was relentlessly pursuing him in the mountains and forests behind him like a mad tiger, and the other was that the metallic texture in his arms distracted his mind.

He felt as if he was not in Qing, not in this world, as if he was in the old world that he had been separated from for many years, in the mountains of Yunnan, fighting to the death with those vicious mercenaries.

This absurd feeling twisted his whole mind, but the strong fatigue and anticipation of the excitement later on prevented him from throwing down the gun casually.

From the seaside all the way to this place, Fan Xian had not had the opportunity to fight back. Perhaps because of his inherent cautiousness, he always just carried the box into the dense forest. When passing by Danzhou, fearing that it would bring unknown disasters to the people and his grandmother in the city, he naturally could not go to seek help, and drew a long arc from a distance, leading Yan Xiaoyi and his party to the mountains and forests behind the cliff.

The scene of assembling the gun earlier had confirmed that Fan Xian had never given up training in this area over the years. He still remembered when he was newly married in Cangshan, he would hold this heavy sniper rifle and lie on the snowy mountains every night to practice, so his chest was full of confidence.

If Yan Xiaoyi was a strong man who had brought the power of long-range cold weapons to the extreme, then Fan Xian was a newbie who had been training hard for a long time and was trying long-range sniping for the first time.

This is a duel between the pinnacle of cold weapons and the civilization of gunpowder.

And this comparison, from the beginning, is unfair.

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*Zeng!*

An arrow was nailed into the big tree Fan Xian was leaning against.

But Fan Xian didn't even open his eyes, nor did he make any defensive movements. He knew that the people Yan Xiaoyi brought were also masters of tracking arrows. Hearing the sound of the arrow, he knew that Yan Xiaoyi was on the mountainside opposite, staring at the movement here. The two places were far apart.

This small test could not make him foolish enough to expose his figure.

Not knowing how long he had been adjusting his breathing, Fan Xian opened his eyes, knowing that his physical condition, in such a complex and arduous mountain sniping battle, could not be fully rested, and it was difficult to restore his vitality. He could not spend too much time here.

He tied the black box back on his body, cut off some rattan branches with a dagger to make camouflage, carefully checked the five small traps he had left in front of and behind the tree, held the heavy sniper rifle in his right hand, and carefully moved towards the mountain with the big tree as cover.

Thinking of the people who died this night, Fan Xian licked his dry lips as he climbed.

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(The pursuit is over, the counterattack begins, tomorrow will be a big chapter, I am looking forward to it.)