Chapter 380 Second Fight (Two in One)
Mei Cheng'an, who was running rapidly, suddenly stopped abruptly, and swayed his body back and forth several times before he steady himself. He looked down at the arrow that was stuck diagonally in the soil in front of his feet. The arrow body, especially the tail, was still vibrating violently. He hissed and looked up at Yan Xiaoyi.
This arrow is very tricky. It is meant to shoot him but not to shoot him. There is no need to stop this arrow because it is aimed at the position he is about to reach but has not yet reached. The choice he faces is to stop directly, in which case there will be no danger. If he does not stop, he will be equivalent to actively hitting the arrow.
Can he dodge and go around it? No, because the arrow was not aimed at him, but at the predicted position where he would be in the next second.
Is it possible to break this arrow? Of course it is possible, but if he wants to break Yan Xiaoyi's arrow, he must stop. Once he stops, Yan Xiaoyi's goal will be achieved.
Instead of stopping everywhere, it is better to stop at the beginning, so that you can consume less energy.
This is the reason why Mei Chengan suddenly stopped. It was the best choice when he had no other choice.
I have to say that Yan Xiaoyi's prediction was very accurate, so accurate that he had no choice and so accurate that he understood...
What is disgusting!
Yan Xiaoyi curled the corners of his mouth and looked at him with a sneer.
"You want to get close to me? Dream on!"
Mei Cheng'an silently pointed his toes and suddenly floated to the left. This time he planned to change his route and make more fake moves to test whether Yan Xiaoyi's interception was really impeccable.
Swish, puff! Buzz buzz buzz ~ Mei Chengan was forced to stop again, leaving behind a "hey" sound, and his figure disappeared again.
Swish, puff! Buzz buzz buzz~
"Fuck! Come again!"
Swish, puff! Buzz buzz buzz~
"Oh my god, is it so amazing? I don't accept it, come again!"
shuh…
……
Seeing that his fellow villager did not give up after being intercepted several times in a row, Fan Xian slapped his forehead and shook his head.
He knew his fellow villagers didn't believe in it, but the scene did look a bit... sad! If nothing works, he should try to call in foreign help.
Haitang Duoduo should still be there, right? he wondered.
Looking up at the several towering stone peaks above the battlefield ahead, Fan Xian thought for a moment, then put his hands to his mouth and shouted.
"If you don't take action now, when will you? There are only a few ninth-rank masters in the world. Now that your Northern Qi has seriously injured a ninth-rank war god, for the sake of Northern Qi, don't you think you should strike a balance and seriously injure a ninth-rank archer god of the Qing Kingdom as well? Are you just going to watch him show off here and do nothing? Do you feel good about it? Right, cough cough cough~"
After shouting such a long paragraph in one breath, Fan Xian was short of oxygen. Not only did his face turn red, but his throat also trembled too much and he couldn't bear the strength anymore. He coughed so hard that tears came out.
Gundam quickly patted him on the back.
"My Lord, are you all right?"
"Cough cough cough~"
Fan Xian raised his hand to indicate that it was not necessary, coughed twice, and quickly stood up, his eyes fixed on the top of the stone peak.
His roar was so loud that even Yan Xiaoyi and Mei Chengan, who were still playing the "shoot, I stop" interception game on the battlefield in the distance, could hear it clearly. If Haitang Duoduo was there, she would definitely have heard it.
Mei Cheng'an frowned when he heard this, because he felt that Fan Xian's action was unnecessary. On the surface, he kept trying because he didn't believe in evil, but in fact, he was deliberately consuming Yan Xiaoyi's arrows. The moment the arrows were used up would be his death.
However, unexpectedly, not only Yan Xiaoyi but even Fan Xian didn't see through his clever plan of repairing the plank road in the open while secretly attacking Chencang. They thought that he was really unable to deal with Yan Xiaoyi and started calling for external help. This made Mei Chengan unhappy and at the same time a little amused.
However, Mei Cheng'an's frown soon relaxed again. In fact, if he thought about it carefully, it would be a good idea to let Haitang take action. If he really waited for the opportunity, whether he captured Yan Xiaoyi or killed him, it would directly and directly offend the eldest princess's interest group. He did not think that his fleeting romance with the eldest princess was enough to make that crazy woman willingly give up a subordinate who was the only ninth-grade archer in the world for him.
Mei Cheng'an sorted out his thoughts in a flash and immediately focused his mind and stopped thinking about other things. He concentrated on repairing his own plank road.
Yan Xiaoyi was shocked when he heard this, and then he tried two things at once. On the one hand, he continued to stop the enemy, and on the other hand, he listened carefully to the movements around him. After confirming that there was nothing unusual, he sneered, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes, and responded loudly.
"How dare you show off your skills in front of an expert? It seems you are panicking, Fan Xian. There is no point in being afraid. Once I have dealt with this Li guy in front of me, it will be your turn next. Just wait for death!"
Mei Cheng'an rolled his eyes and didn't even bother to respond to him.
All his men were killed, and he can only defend passively now, unable to take the initiative to attack. Even at this time, he still has the mind to speak harshly and act big. His mental strength is really strong.
Fan Xian didn't roll his eyes when he heard this. He simply turned a deaf ear to it and just thought he heard a few dogs barking. After observing for a long time, Haitang didn't show up. He had no time to be disappointed and could only continue to add fuel to the fire.
"Yan Xiaoyi is the only ninth-rank archery god in the world. If we don't kill him now, there will be countless casualties on the battlefield in the future..."
Yan Xiaoyi sneered and interrupted him.
"Uesugi Tora is seriously injured and has passed away. Who else can help? Rest..."
Fan Xian didn't have time to listen to his nonsense. He held Gaoda's shoulders, put one palm to his mouth and continued to roar with his neck stretched.
"Oh! This is a matter of national justice! We can't be cowardly at this time. We should take action when it is time to do so. Good opportunities will be missed..."
"He has taken action, His Excellency has taken action."
Hearing Gundam's exclamation, Fan Xian didn't bother to see where Haitang appeared from or how she attacked. He stopped talking immediately, stretched his waist and coughed violently a few times, then stroked his chest and began to breathe deeply.
"Fuck, he finally came out, he almost died from screaming, fuck, huh~"
"Look, sir."
"I'm watching, I'm watching, don't shout."
……
Time went back to a few breaths ago. Fan Xian had just shouted the word "shou zong" and Mei Cheng'an's figure, which had just stopped, happened to disappear again. Yan Xiaoyi was blocking out Fan Xian's noisy shouting and concentrating on predicting Mei Cheng'an's next move. Suddenly, a graceful figure holding two short axes flew out from the top of the towering stone peak above Mei Cheng'an and Yan Xiaoyi. Her legs swung alternately in the air to accelerate, and after flying above Yan Xiaoyi, she dived down. She crossed her arms and swung them back to accelerate again. The speed of falling increased sharply, and in a moment, she had fallen on top of Yan Xiaoyi's head.
At this moment, Yan Xiaoyi had just made his prediction and the intercepted arrow had just slipped out of his hand. By the time he noticed someone above his head and looked up in horror, it was already too late. Haitang adjusted her body shape and took advantage of the momentum of falling to suddenly make a diagonal chop. With a sharp sound and sparks flying, the sharp axe blade passed from Yan Xiaoyi's left shoulder to his right rib. The hard armor on his chest was easily cut open like a piece of tofu, and blood gushed out from the gap.
There was a loud bang, and the horse's hind legs couldn't bear the force and fell to its knees, then the whole body turned sideways. With a sharp horse neigh, Yan Xiaoyi flew out from the horse to the rear with a face full of pain and a somewhat hideous look. The wound with blood gushing out left a blood line on his flight path.
After landing on the ground, Haitang simply rolled twice on the grass to easily get rid of the force of falling. She stood up leisurely and patted her skirt. The reason why she got rid of the terrifying force of falling so easily was that she transferred most of the force to the other party by chopping Yan Xiaoyi.
On the other hand, Yan Xiaoyi, who was the one who took the blame, fell to the ground with serious injuries and rolled vertically for a distance of ten feet before he stopped to relieve the force. As soon as he sat up, he spurted out a large amount of blood, staining the slightly yellow grass in front of him bright red. He covered his chest and let the blood from the cracked breastplate soak his palms. Yan Xiaoyi looked at the figure who was flapping his clothes, still with fear, pain and difficulty, and spoke.
"Hai, Haitang Duoduo?"
"Wuhu~"
Fan Xian saw the scene from afar and clenched his fist and raised it, jumping three feet high in excitement. Yan Xiaoyi was knocked down by the foreign aid he called out. To be exact, it was he who knocked him down. How happy!
Mei Cheng'an stood in front of an arrow feather that was still trembling. He looked back at Fan Xian who was shouting, shook his head, stepped around the arrow feather, and slowly walked towards Haitang.
"Is everything okay?"
Haitang glanced at him, lowered her head and continued to pat her sleeves.
"No, my clothes are all dirty."
Mei Cheng'an curled the corners of his mouth and smiled. Just by listening to the tone and content of her words, who would have thought that this little girl had just sneakily attacked and seriously injured one of the world's top ninth-grade masters.
It really is, so light and carefree, so easy, so interesting!
"I didn't expect you to be provoked by him."
Upon hearing this, Haitang rolled her eyes, raised the short axe in her hand and pointed it at Fan Xian who was walking towards them from a distance, and said unhappily.
"How can I just stand by and watch him do nothing after he said that?"
Mei Cheng'an looked back and laughed.
"Do you care about what he said?"
Haitang withdrew her hand and swung it back casually, then carried the short axe on her shoulder and said as a matter of course.
"After all, I am also the Saint of Northern Qi."
This sounded strange, and Mei Cheng'an was too lazy to think about it. He just gave a perfunctory expression of sudden realization and said "ah".
"Souga."
As he finished speaking, he stopped when he was about ten feet in front of Haitang, turned his head to look at Yan Xiaoyi who was still lying on the ground not far away with his upper body propped up, and spoke softly.
"Commander Yan, are you not leaving yet?"
Yan Xiaoyi raised his hand and used his sleeve to wipe the blood that was still flowing from the corner of his mouth. Then he put his hand down and continued to cover his chest while forcing himself to sit up. His confused eyes wandered between him and Haitang.
"You won't kill me? You'll let me go?"
Mei Cheng'an shook his head slightly, and then looked at Haitang.
"Are you going to kill him?"
Haitang glanced at him, her tone flat and full of doubt.
"Why should I kill him?"
Mei Chengan shrugged, looked at Yan Xiaoyi and spread his hands.
"Look, neither of us has any intention of killing you, but I want to remind you that Fan Xian is walking this way. Wait for him..."
Before he could finish his words, Yan Xiaoyi stood up, slightly hunched over and quickly ran towards his mount. He grunted twice before successfully turning over, then turned the horse around and drove away quickly. He didn't say a word the whole time and ran very decisively.
Mei Cheng'an looked at him running away in panic and felt like laughing for some reason. After watching him for a while, he shook his head, retracted his gaze and looked at Haitang again. He opened his mouth and was about to say something when Fan Xian's voice came from behind him.
"Hey, why did you let Yan Xiaoyi run away like that? Why didn't you stop him? I still have something to say to him."
Mei Cheng'an closed his mouth and looked back at him, too lazy to say anything else.
"He's injured and can't ride fast. You should still have time to catch up with him now. Go ahead."
Hearing this, Fan Xian rolled his eyes.
"Then forget it."
After saying that, he stopped beside Mei Chengan and looked at Haitang Duoduo with a smile.
"Miss Duoduo's move of descending from the sky and splitting Mount Hua was so brilliant. It made my heart surge. What a great skill!"
As he said this he gave a thumbs up.
Haitang glanced at him, not moved at all by his flattery, and asked in confusion.
"How do you know I'm here?"
Fan Xian chuckled.
"I don't know. I just shouted a few times to try it out. I didn't expect you to actually do it. Thank you."
"..."
Haitang looked at him speechlessly, paused, and spoke in a calm tone with a hint of disgust and contempt.
"No, I'm not doing this for you."
Fan Xian didn't take it seriously. He raised his elbow, put it on his fellow villager's shoulder, and waved his hand boldly.
"Oh~ that's not important, thank you anyway."
"..." Haitang looked at him speechlessly, secretly sighing in her heart that this man was so shameless, like a rogue.
Mei Cheng'an glanced at him, lowered his shoulders and took a step back. Fan Xian lost his footing and his body tilted, almost falling down.
Haitang felt inexplicably relieved when she saw this scene, and her lips curled up slightly.
"Depend on!"
Fan Xian steadied himself and glared at his fellow villager.
"Can you let me die for a while? I'm still injured!"
Mei Cheng'an's ears twitched, he looked back, and threw the long knife in his hand towards Fan Xian.
"You're injured and still running around. Use this as a walking stick."
After saying that, he turned around and looked back.
Fan Xian took the long knife, glanced at the blade, raised his middle finger towards his fellow villager's back, put the long knife upright on the ground, and really stood up and glanced at the person coming from a distance. A hint of joy flashed in Fan Xian's eyes, and he turned to look at Haitang.
"Miss Duoduo, aren't you going to leave yet? Our people are here."
Haitang exerted a little force on her arms, raised and lowered the axe on her shoulder and tapped her shoulder lightly. Hearing this, she glanced at the person who came and replied casually in a calm tone.
"Kill Sean and leave."
"..."
……
dark place.
"Master, it seems that everything outside is done. Yan Xiaoyi has escaped, and the envoys have also arrived. Should we go out?"
Zhao Xiao asked Guo Baokun who was beside him in a loud voice.
Guo Baokun was a little hesitant. He hadn't figured out how to face Fan Xian. He felt very conflicted and embarrassed. After a long time, he spoke.
"No hurry, wait a little longer. Master Mei will probably send a letter to you when we can go out. Let's hold off for now."
Zhao Da let out an "oh" and stopped talking.
……
Wang Qinian, who had disappeared for a long time, flew to Mei Cheng'an with a sword in his hand, landed about ten feet away from him, and slowly walked forward.
"Master, everything that needs to be dealt with has been completed. I will bring the Bluebird and Green Ant to provide support first, and the guards of the delegation will be here soon."
Mei Cheng'an, who was standing with his hands behind his back, nodded when he heard this and glanced at the blue bird and green ant who had arrived following Wang Qinian.
The two people arrived in the blink of an eye and bowed to greet each other after landing. When they went out, they all wore men's clothes, so they naturally performed men's etiquette.
"Master!"
Mei Cheng'an looked them up and down, and seeing that they both had rosy faces and strong voices, he thought they were probably not injured. He felt relieved and nodded softly.
"Get up."
The two men straightened up immediately after hearing what was said. Wang Qinian waited until the two men finished greeting each other before he stepped forward and handed over the sword in his arms.
"Master, your sword."
Mei Chengan took a look and waved his hand.
"Please hold it for me first."
He doesn't like carrying things in his hands because he finds it cumbersome.
Wang Qinian said "oh" and put the sword back into his arms.
"Master, this way..."
As he spoke, he glanced behind Mei Cheng'an and was stunned when he saw Fan Xian having a harmonious conversation with a strange girl who was dressed... a little weirdly and holding two hatchets.
He withdrew his gaze and moved closer to Mei Chengan and asked in a low voice.
"Master, who is that?"
Mei Chengan answered casually.
"Begonia."
"Begonia?"
Wang Qinian didn't react for a moment, and when he did, his eyes widened instantly.
"Haitang Duoduo? The last disciple of Grandmaster Ku He? The youngest ninth-rank Saint in Northern Qi, Haitang?"
Mei Cheng'an looked at him strangely when he heard this.
"It's her, it's her, why are you so surprised?"
Wang Qinian glanced over there again and replied in a low voice.
"A saint lady... why are you dressed like this?"
Mei Cheng'an was stunned for a moment, looked back, and after thinking about it, he suddenly understood why Wang Qinian was so surprised. It was really because Haitang Duoduo was too famous. After seeing her in person, he estimated that she might not match the image he had imagined.
Mei Cheng'an shook his head and laughed in silence. Just when he was about to tease him and ask him how a saint should dress, Haitang's voice came from behind him, with a somewhat unhappy tone.
"What's wrong with my outfit?"
Wang Qinian was startled when he heard this. He shrank his neck and quickly turned his back to stand next to his young master with his back to Haitang. He closed his eyes tightly, held his breath and dared not breathe. He spoke in a low voice with fear and nervousness.
"Oh no, someone heard us. What should I do, Master?"
Mei Cheng'an raised his arm and gently struggled to free himself from Wang Qinian's grab by his sleeve, then he took a step to the side to distance himself from him, and spoke with a smile in his normal voice.
"Yeah, I was wondering too, what's wrong with the way he dresses? I think he looks pretty good."
"..."
Wang Qinian stared at his young master in amazement.
Fan Xian sneered, and his laughter got louder and louder.
Haitang rolled her eyes and glanced at Mei Chengan.
"Are you guys done talking? Can we start fighting now?"
She just asked that question just now just to express her dissatisfaction, and she had no intention of dwelling on this issue any further. After all, she was not really angry, and it was not worth it to get upset over such a small matter.
However, this made Wang Qinian, who had been rolling his eyes and racking his brains to think about how to respond, breathe a sigh of relief.
A hint of helplessness flashed across Mei Cheng'an's eyes, and he turned to look at her.
"Do you have to fight?"
Haitang thought about it and shrugged.
"You don't have to fight. Either you kill Sean, or you don't stop me and I'll kill Sean myself."
Mei Cheng'an clicked his tongue and then sighed again.
"Then let's fight."
After saying that, he glanced at Fan Xian, who understood immediately and walked towards Wang Qinian, grabbed his shoulder and led him to the back.
Wang Qinian turned his head.
"Sir, the young master..."
Fan Xian exclaimed and waved his hands.
"Don't worry about them. The fight between the two of them should have happened a long time ago, but it was postponed for some reason."
"put off?"
"Listen to me and I'll tell you slowly. Wait a minute, Bluebird and Green Ant, you two should follow me. Let's move away so as not to affect their performance."
Bluebird and Green Ant glanced at their young master and the Saint Haitang opposite them respectively, without saying anything, and obediently followed Fan Xian to evacuate. Since the young master didn't ask them to stay, then there was no need!
"By the way, Old Wang, were the embassy's places settled before you came?"
"Replying to the Lord... Oops, the young master's sword is still with me."
Wang Qinian suddenly remembered this and hurriedly stopped. Fan Xian let go of him in time. Wang Qinian turned around and was about to jog back to give the sword to his master, but the scabbard in his arms suddenly trembled.
What followed was Mei Chengan's voice.
"no need."
As soon as he finished speaking, Canglang shouted, and the sword automatically came out of its sheath and flew towards Mei Chengan. In the blink of an eye, it fell into Mei Chengan's open hand behind him.
Fan Xian and Wang Qinian, who witnessed this scene, stood there petrified with their mouths wide open.
After getting the sword, Mei Cheng'an swung it handsomely to the side, looked at Haitang, opened his mouth and was about to say something.
Fan Xian's loud shouting came from behind him.
"Fuck! Old Mei, you can do this too? This is too cool for Jiba, damn, I have to learn it! Teach me later, you must teach me! This is perfect for showing off, did you hear me..."
You know I'm showing off but you still interrupt me, you fucking...
Mei Cheng'an, with a frown on his face, turned around and glared at him.
"Can you please stop barking like a dog? Get out of here!"
Fan Xian shouted, ignoring Wang Qinian's pulling.
"Get out of here right now. You must teach me a lesson later…"
Wang Qinian covered his mouth with his hand.
"Oh, the young master will definitely teach your master, let's go first..."
After seeing Fan Xian being forcibly dragged away by Wang Qinian, Mei Cheng'an rolled his eyes, took a deep breath, adjusted his mentality and facial expression, then turned around and looked at Haitang indifferently.
Originally, he wanted to say something opening before the fight, but after being interrupted by Fan Xian, he suddenly lost the mood to speak and just spoke briefly.
"let's start!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Haitang, who had been impatient for a long time, rushed towards him at high speed with two axes in hand, like a gust of wind sweeping in, mixed with a ray of sunlight reflected from the axe blades.
Mei Cheng'an narrowed his eyes and looked at the figure that was approaching him quickly. He stood there motionless, neither fighting back nor dodging. He was not in a hurry to draw his sword. When he faced Yan Xiaoyi before, he had made a small breakthrough in his lightness skills. He wanted to test the effect of the breakthrough in actual combat first.
……
(End of this chapter)
