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 a slight movement was still loud enough for the two eighth-grade masters to hear. Soon, amid the man's desperate sobs, 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 fell to 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.
(End of this chapter)