Joy of Life: I'm really not a saint

As they got closer, the official roads became wider and the number of passers-by gradually increased. Not only did Fan Xian relax a little, but even the people in the Supervisory Office breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking at the increasingly clear outline of the city wall in the distance, I suddenly heard the sound of a crossbow arrow breaking through the air - it was a whistling sound that seemed to be mixed with wind and thunder!

Gundam roared angrily, drew his sword and stood in front of Fan Xian, slashing at Ju Nu's head!

At the same time, many figures appeared on both sides of the official road, holding crossbows and shooting wildly at the convoy!

Although the huge crossbow arrow was forced away by Gundam, his hand lost strength in an instant. He was at the peak of the eighth rank, and he could easily dodge it at this distance, but behind him was the carriage that Fan Xian was riding in, so he did not retreat, but chose to take it head-on.

The crossbow arrows shot from both sides made him flustered. Even though he was agile, he was hit in the leg by an arrow without paying attention.

Fan Xian's face was gloomy. He pulled the Gundam into the carriage and slapped the mechanism on the carriage, sealing the entire carriage.

All this was done in just one breath.

Then, countless shouts and the terrifying sound of arrows breaking through the air were heard outside the carriage!

Not only this person who suddenly appeared, but also some of the ordinary people on both sides of the road who should have been affected, drew their short knives and rushed towards the convoy where Fan Xian was.

dong dong dong dong!

This is the sound of arrows hitting the outer wall of the carriage.

These crossbow arrows are easy to deal with, as long as they are not the giant arrows shot from the divine arm crossbow. What you worry about will come true, and the second giant crossbow for breaking the city is already whistling and lightning!

The black carriage was like a stubborn toy; the huge impact caused it to fall to one side.

Fan Xian used his true energy to press down on the raised part, allowing the carriage to briefly regain balance. However, the giant crossbow had already penetrated through and disappeared.

The carriage was specially made and fortunately it did not fall apart.

But Fan Xian also knew that they couldn't stay in here for long, so the two of them lay down under the carriage, trying to keep their bodies as low as possible.

"Damn it, where did Wang Qinian go? How did he scout the surrounding area?"

"Perhaps, Lord Wang has been entangled by the enemy." Gaoda pulled out the arrow from his leg and bandaged it with a simple cloth strip. He did not even frown during the whole process. "Otherwise, he would not have come back at this time."

While the two were talking, countless crossbow arrows shot at the carriage.

Listening to the dense and numerous sounds, it seemed as if they would never stop. Fan Xian was secretly glad that he asked the Third Department to reinforce the carriage more than once. Otherwise, even if he was a ninth-rank master, facing the heavy rain of crossbow arrows and the giant crossbow that could destroy the city, he would probably end up dead!

Listening to the increasingly sparse roars of colleagues outside, he estimated the number of enemies.

Soon, Fan Xian came to a horrifying guess - this was using the power of attacking a city to kill him alone!

The storm continued, and no one approached the carriage, but kept raining arrows. The outside world was now full of corpses, broken arrows, and blood flowing like water, filled with the breath of death!

Facing the huge waves crashing against the shore, the carriage was like a reef in the midst of the ups and downs, becoming Fan Xian's last fortress.

There was another loud sound of a bowstring snapping, and a crossbow arrow struck again. This time, the carriage was not spared and was blown backwards. Inside the carriage, Fan Xian felt a sweetness in his mouth, and a trace of blood rushed up.

The number of people he brought back to Beijing this time was not large, as he wanted to leave most of them in Jiangnan to control the situation.

However, no matter how many people there were, they would only be slaughtered when facing so many enemies. Fan Xian was actually glad that fewer people followed him back to the capital.

He couldn't just sit there and wait for death. While the carriage was flipping over, the wall on the side was moved to the ground under his feet, and the large holes on it allowed Fan Xian to see the land outside.

Thinking that the other party's main target was himself, it might be safer to keep the Gundam in the carriage.

After whispering a few words, and seeing Gaoda's determined expression, Fan Xian gathered all his inner energy, kicked through the side of the carriage under his feet, and crawled out of the hole.

He threw the robe in his hand that he had taken off long ago to the side, then tapped the ground with his toes and ran towards the direction of the valley without stopping!

Before the outer robe even hit the ground, it was pierced to pieces by countless arrows.

Not everyone's attention was attracted by the outer robe. As soon as Fan Xian left, countless arrows were shot into the place where he had just stayed. Some of the arrows were extremely accurate and shot towards Fan Xian's back.

Fan Xian let out a sharp scream and slapped his palm behind him, using the force to turn around in the air. His speed increased instead of decreasing. At the same time as the arrow shattered, he had already flown a long distance!

Chapter 300: Powder and Dagger.

After entering the valley, Fan Xian did not hesitate. At this moment, his mind was full of killing and escaping, and he had no time to think about anything else.

Without hesitation, he looked at the dense forest beside him and rushed out.

After entering the forest, Fan Xian pulled out a black dagger from his boots, took out a pill from his arms and swallowed it in one gulp, then took out a bottle of medicine powder and poured it on the wound on his left arm. After just a moment, he grabbed the dirt on the ground and wiped it on his body.

After taking off his outer robe, he wore a white lining. He had to make the color less conspicuous.

After he was ready, he turned into a ghost and disappeared into the woods.

He did not look back, nor did he care whether any of his subordinates were still alive. As for Gundam.

When he got out of the carriage, he had already completely destroyed the structure of the carriage. He hoped that the damaged carriage could cover up the fact that there was a wounded person underneath.

Because he lost his outer robe, the crossbow on Fan Xian's right arm was exposed. Fan Xian simply took it off and held it in his hand, counting the crossbows on his body, and turned back the way he came.

It has been such a long time, I believe my patron saint has already started his hunt

However, Fan Xian’s return journey was not very smooth. In front of him were two giant weirdos.

Seeing that there were still other enemies in the woods, Fan Xian pulled the trigger of the crossbow from time to time, his body swaying irregularly in the night, avoiding the attacks.

This place is like his paradise, but also the graveyard of his opponents. He is like a killing god, harvesting the lives of the opponents from time to time. Facing well-trained enemies and friends, this battle may last for a long time - as long as the two weirdos in front of him don't move!

But in a moment, a snow-white sword came towards him!

Fan Xian dodged to the side, and what followed was a pair of calloused fists that came at him like raindrops hitting banana leaves!

Fan Xian kicked the opponent in an attempt to create distance between them, then swung the dagger in his hand backwards to block the blade that was chasing him.

The field became more and more chaotic, and there was a commotion among the crowd on the opposite side, as if there was another more efficient god of death reaping lives.

Several quick whistles were heard in the dense forest. It was obvious that the enemy had confirmed Fan Xian's position and was calling for reinforcements. At this point, the attack turned into a strong charge, and no one retreated.

It’s not that they look down on the ninth-rank master Fan Xian, but because they understand that if Fan Xian doesn’t die, then all of them will die!

Although this was a dense forest and the power of the crossbow arrows was greatly reduced, Fan Xian, who was fending off two eighth-rank masters, had to be distracted and careful to deal with the stray arrows. As for the two weirdos, they seemed to not care about the crossbow arrows whistling in the air at all, and only had eyes for Fan Xian's moving figure.

This is a master of external skills who practices physical training!

Judging from his pace and fierce attack methods, he is still a strong man in the Qing State Army!

Fan Xian resisted another wave of attacks, and then fled in one direction without looking back. Along the way, everyone he met was pierced by Fan Xian's elusive crossbow arrows. Some of the wounds were not fatal, but they all died quickly without exception.

The short arrows were consumed quickly, and when they were all used up, Fan Xian discarded the crossbow.

With one leap, Fan Xian jumped above the woods to avoid the attack. Listening to the noises around him, he knew that an encirclement had already formed.

Fan Xian delayed time, waiting for Uncle Wu Zhu's slaughter.

As luck would have it, a man with a crossbow passed by the tree. He looked around vigilantly, and then looked up as if he smelled something.

Suddenly, a figure pounced down, and a black dagger had already pierced his neck!

As the dagger stirred, blood spurted out.

Even the slightest noise was still loud enough for the two eighth-rank warriors to hear. Soon, amid the man's desperate whimpering, he knelt on the ground, holding his neck. His remaining hand kept grabbing something, and the crossbow arrow fell to the ground. Then he lost his strength and fell to the ground. His body made a dull but not very loud sound when it hit the ground.

And that knife and punch are already behind my head

Fan Xian lunged forward, rolled on the spot without any grace, and then rushed forward again!

There are only a few people in this world who truly understand Fan Xian. He does not have the inner courage and competitiveness, but even such a person has learned the skills of assassination and prevention of assassination since childhood. This kind of maneuvering in the dense forest has long been ingrained in his bones!

He could hold out against Wu Zhu's attack in a place like this for a stick of incense's time. Although he wasn't sure how much of Wu Zhu's attack he had, he could still remember the pain every time the iron pestle hit his body.

How could his speed be caught up by two people who were used to the fierce fighting on the battlefield?

As the two men chased him angrily and helplessly, Fan Xian disappeared again.

The killing continued. After Fan Xian cut one person's throat again, he flew forward indifferently, hid behind a huge rock on a gentle slope, and observed the actions of everyone in the forest with cold eyes.

I felt a slight chill in my heart; it seemed that it was not just those two weirdos who were behaving like soldiers.

The actions of everyone in this scene were full of weirdness. All the people he had killed before had a habit of notifying others before they died. It was obvious that all of them were military personnel.

By this time, Fan Xian had killed more than a dozen people with a dagger. He felt a little tired and his breathing became heavy.

Now he had some free time to think carefully.

There are probably no less than 200 people, including a giant crossbow for defending the city, and two eighth-grade external martial arts masters.

It really cost a lot of money!

The wind whistled past, and Fan Xian felt a slight chill on his neck, with even his hair standing on end.

Great!

It is true that their martial arts skills are not as good as mine, but they are good at observing traces and are proficient in military scouting techniques!

With the domineering true energy bursting out, Fan Xian had no time to hide and had to kill one person first!

The move used with the dagger in his hand was exactly the strongest sword move that Fan Xian knew - Four-Gu Sword!

This is a sword move that was imitated from Shadow and then taught by Wu Zhu!

With a clang, the tip of the dagger touched the snow-white blade. Both of them felt blocked by a huge force and their bodies paused slightly.

The giant had obviously used all his strength, but Fan Xian still had a breath left and had not yet used up his moves. Without touching the ground, he turned around quickly and kicked the second man in the throat!

When the opponent changed his fist into a palm and pressed it against his throat, Fan Xian sprinkled the bag of medicine powder in his hand towards the opponent!

"what!"

The corrosive powder not only entered the body through the other person's eyes, but also through the large gulp he breathed in!

Fan Xian sneered, knowing that this man was doomed, and ignored him, flying towards the man behind him. As expected, after the other party recovered his breath for a short time, he slashed horizontally!

"Break it for me!"

After the two men fought hard for three times, the knife in the giant's hand turned into pieces under the impact of the infusion of domineering true energy!

The black dagger in Fan Xian's hand remained the same!

This is a specially made dagger.

Although Li An's improvement in steel casting production technology initially improved the quality of Qing's military weapons in various aspects, mass-produced weapons are still inferior to specially made ones.

Chapter 301: Fighting in Beijing.

Seeing that the enemy is weak and we are strong, how could Fan Xian let go of this opportunity to defeat a helpless enemy?

The black dagger shot out like lightning! And he also turned into a shadow and rushed out.

The man knew that this was a matter of life and death, and without hesitation, he used his palm as a knife to cut towards Fan Xian's dagger, and then just before contact, he changed the cut into a grab, trying to clamp down on Fan Xian's attack.

The weirdo understood that he might not be able to return alive this time.

The dagger was obviously poisoned. If he used his bare hands to fight the enemy, even if it was just a scratch, he would not be able to withstand it for long.

But, at least we should die together with the other party!

The only way to accomplish this is with the cooperation of two people!

The jet-black dagger pierced the strange man's palm, and then Fan Xian's wrist was grabbed by the other party. Seeing the other party's actions, Fan Xian was shocked and subconsciously punched the other party in the chest with all his strength!

However, the opponent did not defend himself, but took the opportunity to close the distance and hugged Fan Xian!

Behind my head, the sound of a fist breaking through the wind came in an instant!

Is this the boxer from before? How could he still have the willpower and stamina to deliver such a fatal blow?

Although this was the last attack launched by the two opponents at the risk of their lives, it also put Fan Xian into a great crisis!

At the critical moment, Fan Xian let out a strange cry and punched the person in front of him with all his strength again. A silent sound came, but the other party did not say a word. Fan Xian looked carefully and found that the other party had died.

But before he died, the other party still held Fan Xian tightly.

That's too late!

Fan Xian's right hand loosened, and the dagger in his hand slipped down, and was caught by his left hand in an instant. In a flash, Fan Xian pressed the button on the dagger.

A sudden ray of light connected the two of them.

On one side is the end of the handle of the dagger in Fan Xian's hand, and on the other side is the boxer's forehead!

This is a tricky and ruthless spike!

It is also Fan Xian’s last resort!

A weak fist landed on Fan Xian, without causing any movement. The opponent had already stopped breathing before landing. The reason why this weak fist could still land on Fan Xian was only because of inertia.

"Ah!"