Journey To the World of Film and Television

  Chapter 51 The Revenant Hunter

  It was windy and cold late at night.

  A shambling figure was walking on the wasteland at the junction of the two countries, and the green lights of the bushes not far away were wandering and flickering.

  The dark clouds are approaching, and the moonlight is also shrouded in mist, gray and gray covering this person, lonely and desolate.

   The You Guang that lingered around followed for a long time, and seemed to sense some kind of danger, and finally scattered away, accompanied by a long whistle, and turned to the distance.

   Zhou Ji walked forward as if he had never heard of it, until he saw a shallow ditch not far away, then stopped.

  Squatting quietly in front of the small puddle below the shallow ditch, looking indifferently at the reflection reflected in the puddle.

  Stretched out his index finger and lightly touched the surface of the water, and the originally calm water surface was rippled in circles. Amidst the ripples, the haggard cheeks due to overdrawn internal force suddenly became blurred and distorted, only those eyes, as cold as ice, stared deeply at a hoof print at the bottom of the puddle.

   Standing up and continuing to move forward, the bolt in his hand was also pulled away.

   Click!

  The branches with some moisture made a crisp sound in the campfire.

  Yan Xiaoyi was holding a longbow in his arms, leaning against the fire with his eyes closed.

  The night in the north is very cold, and the biting cold wind blows the bones and bites the marrow. It is so cold that it can slow down a person's actions and slow down a person's reaction.

   But he didn't dare to relax in the slightest. After dismissing the only two remaining men, he has been hiding in this wasteland, like a patient hunter, hanging far behind his prey, waiting for a second chance.

  The wilderness was dead silent in the middle of the night, only the distant howling of wolves could be faintly heard, which made him slowly open his eyes.

  Yan Xiaoyi couldn't understand wolf language, and didn't know what the whistling meant, but her sixth sense, which was far superior to ordinary people, kept reminding her that there seemed to be an extremely terrifying existence staring at her.

Danger!

very dangerous!

  Yan Xiaoyi knocked over the bonfire with one palm, and at the same time looked around with his back bent. Unfortunately, under the gloomy moonlight, the wilderness was dark.

  Boom~

  Electric and flint room.

  The trunk broke and debris flew.

  Yan Xiaoyi stared in horror at the two tree trunks that suddenly exploded beside him, feeling horrified.

   is an arrow?

   Is it a bed crossbow?

   Or is the **** angry?

   I dare not think too much, and I have no time to think too much.

  Yan Xiaoyi stretched out his hand and pulled the reins and got on the horse. The whole person stuck to the horse's back and galloped away in the opposite direction of the broken tree trunk.

As a ninth-rank archer, he knows better than anyone that both arrows and bed crossbows have a certain range, even if the opponent can use a method he does not know to hide the arrows, but the concept of range does not matter. There is no way around it.

  Boom~!

   Another loud bang.

  A pothole exploded in the grass beside Yan Xiaoyi. The sudden loud noise and the raised dirt and turf completely frightened the horses, and they ran faster without his driving.

   Two hundred steps, two hundred steps out of the jungle.

  Yan Xiaoyi silently calculated the shooting range. With his own ability, he can guarantee that the power will not decrease within 300 steps at most. If it exceeds 300 steps, although he can guarantee to hit the opponent, the power carried by the arrow will decline rapidly.

  He didn't know who the archer was hiding in the dark, and he didn't know the strength of the opponent. Under the current situation, he could only estimate based on his own standards.

   Three hundred steps! Four hundred steps! Five hundred steps!

   In the blink of an eye, Yan Xiaoyi, who had already escaped 500 steps, settled down, and just when he was about to look for an opportunity to look back, there was another loud noise.

   This time it was a rock not far in front of him. If the horse was a little faster, it might not be the gravel that exploded, but himself.

  The horse was frightened again, and couldn't help but raised its hooves to stop, but at the same time as its front hooves left the ground, the entire horse's head exploded instantly, and the hot and stinking flesh and blood splashed all over Yan Xiaoyi's face.

  For a moment, Yan Xiaoyi was overturned to the ground, covered in white, red, gray and green.

   "Who the hell!"

  Yan Xiaoyi's emotions completely collapsed. The original hunter turned into a mouse under the cat's claws in an instant. He was played and humiliated by others. In the end, he didn't even know who was attacking him.

   Pulling up the longbow, Yan Xiaoyi drew out the last steel arrow, the wilderness in front of him was dead silent, only his own voice echoed around for a long time.

   "You have no guts! How dare you fight me!"

   What responded to him was a flash of fire.

   This time he saw the trajectory of the ballistic, like light and electricity, hard to guard against.

  Crack~!

  The knee of the left leg exploded directly, and most of the thigh was torn apart.

  Yan Xiaoyi fell to the ground with a thud, and even the long arrow in his hand fell, and stuck in the soil in front of him.

   "What kind of weapon is this? Is it a miracle or a curse?"

Severing the thigh with one knife and blowing the thigh directly are two different concepts in terms of pain and visual impact. Even though Yan Xiaoyi is already a master of the ninth rank, he is in a state of confusion and can no longer maintain his rationality. He curls up On the ground, clutching the wound that shattered to the root of the thigh, he cried out in pain.

  The dark clouds cleared and the fog disappeared.

  The bright and clear moonlight sprinkled all over the earth, and it seemed like daytime for a while.

  Yan Xiaoyi suddenly saw a slender shadow pulling in front of him from a distance, looked in the direction of the shadow, and saw a ragged figure walking towards him step by step.

   Enduring the severe pain, Yan Xiaoyi leaned forward slightly, staring at the person who came with his eyes wide open.

   Messy and gray hair, haggard face, and a pair of extremely cold eyes.

   "You are Zhou Ji!"

  Yan Xiaoyi's hoarse voice was particularly sharp at this time, and at the same time remorse and murderous intent emerged repeatedly in his heart, and the hand covering the wound also took the opportunity to quietly touch the longbow beside him.

  The most terrifying thing in the world is the unknown.

   When he didn't know who was attacking him, Yan Xiaoyi didn't even have the idea of ​​fighting back, but just wanted to escape the opponent's range as much as possible.

   Now that the identity of the other party has been confirmed, he doesn't have much fear.

  In addition to some regrets that he didn't forcefully use the last arrow during the day, he even had the urge to take the opportunity to kill the opponent.

  It's a pity that when Zhou Ji was completely murderous towards Yan Xiaoyi, he no longer planned to give Yan Xiaoyi another chance.

  Due to an injury to his right hand and too few guns, the first three shots failed to hit Yan Xiaoyi.

  The fourth shot that exploded the opponent's left leg was done on purpose.

   This is venting anger and venting.

   Walking forward, Zhou Ji pulled the bolt, aimed at Yan Xiaoyi's arm, and mercilessly handed over the last bullet in the magazine.

   Bang~!

  The bone-piercing impact made Yan Xiaoyi's eyes go black, but he woke up again due to the layer upon layer of severe pain.

   This time, his right arm was also shredded to the shoulder, and a puddle of blood had formed under his body in a blink of an eye. Even if Zhou Ji stopped doing anything, he would bleed to death due to his serious injuries.

  (end of this chapter)