"The flowers in the forest have faded their spring redness, so quickly..."
Luo Jiujiang felt he could use this poem to sober up when drunk in the future. He was guaranteed to be fully prepared for battle after hearing a single word, his sword unsheathed after six words, and his arrows flying after a full poem. Even if he were thrown drunkenly into a forest of swords and a hail of knives, he could carve a bloody path with the reaction provoked by this poem.
To be honest, when splitting a long arrow without a tip in mid-air, Luo Jiujiang subtly understood the little blade girl who subconsciously drew her sword when she heard the three words "Xie Chuncan".
During the first pursuit, Luo Jiujiang had done his best to test him, knowing that Xie Chuncan was agile, skilled in speed, and possessed remarkable endurance. Therefore, the second time, he made no effort to escape, but instead carefully selected a sparsely wooded area and waited quietly.
From the moment he heard the sound of footsteps hitting branches behind him, Luo Jiujiang reversed his sword, raising snowflakes like waterfalls with extreme tyranny, and took advantage of the west wind to charge towards Xie Chuncan.
Xie Chuncan chuckled softly, kicked off his feet and floated more than three feet away. He rolled neatly in the air, and the longbow that was originally on his back was pulled away by him without knowing when.
Still three arrows in a row as fast as lightning!
The three headless arrows were as fast as steel and flew against the snow stream. Their shafts were deflected by the wind from Luo Jiujiang's sword, but they still grazed the corner of Luo Jiujiang's clothes with a force that could not be underestimated.
"Good idea," Xie Chuncan said approvingly as he put an arrow on his bow. "But for an all-around archer like me, there's no weakness."
"It's windy and cold here, Brother Xie, be careful not to bite your tongue." Luo Jiujiang laughed loudly and stood up, slashing left and right as he went, cutting off arrows one by one. "If you say that, Brother Xie, why don't you get down from the tree first? You won't have to cling to branches to eat, drink, defecate, and urinate. Such a handsome boy, but he's living like a sloth."
Xie Chuncan glanced down at him from above, then immediately unleashed a barrage of arrows, raining down like rain. Seeing Luo Jiujiang swinging his knife with such ferocity, charging within five feet of him, even leaping onto a small tree, Xie Chuncan's fingertips lingered for a moment on a long arrow whose tip hadn't been broken off, before finally removing his fingers.
The next moment, Xie Chun's remaining arrows came out in clusters. Not only were they faster and more powerful, but they also shot densely towards Luo Jiujiang's vital points.
The two were less than four feet apart at this time, but Luo Jiujiang was forced to freeze here by his fierce, fast, and endless stream of arrows, unable to move forward.
This went on for more than an incense stick of time. Luo Jiujiang didn't want to use his physical strength to verify whether Xie Chuncan's arrows were truly endless. He knew that his endurance was far inferior to his own. If he couldn't break the current situation, he would only lose again.
After three breaths, Luo Jiujiang spotted an opening, gritted his teeth, and flew straight up even though he was wide open.
He was determined to get close to Xie Chuncan. If he could hit him with his sword, he would have a better idea of what to do next. If not, he would at least have gained very valuable experience.
The gap between the two sides was too great, and taking a risky move was Luo Jiujiang's only chance. As the saying goes, there is no construction without destruction, so even if Xie Chuncan shot an arrow through his heart for this, Luo Jiujiang would accept it.
Xie Chuncan drew his bow and shot the arrow calmly.
He didn't shoot through Luo Jiujiang's heart, he didn't even shoot through Luo Jiujiang's clothes. But the blow he brought to Luo Jiujiang was probably no less than the bloody hole in Luo Jiujiang's lower abdomen yesterday.
The next moment, Luo Jiujiang let out a scream of surprise, and he fell headfirst and feet up with a gasp of cold air, and with a bang, he smashed the ground into a huge snow pit.
"I won." Xie Chuncan said with a smile.
"Brother Xie did win," Luo Jiujiang muttered, "but we should also use this game to clarify some things. Just like you shouldn't cheat at the poker table, we shouldn't shoot in the crotch when making this bet!" Luo Jiujiang leaned against the tree in a strange posture and said angrily, "Although this arrow doesn't have an arrowhead, it hurts if I put my hand on it a little bit!"
Xie Chuncan sheathed his bow and said politely in a tone that suggested anyone who believed him would be foolish, "I originally intended to shoot your thigh with that arrow... Your speed was a bit faster than last time."
"First, it wasn't you, Brother Xie, who wanted to shoot at my thigh. You were actually aiming for that, and I dodged it at the critical moment." Luo Jiujiang was still grinning, but he was finally able to stand up straight. "If I hadn't moved out of the way, the happiness of the rest of my life would have been gone."
"Secondly... my speed is not actually that much faster. At least in my opinion, it is Brother Xie who is slower." Luo Jiujiang put the knife back into the sheath, raised his eyes and smiled slightly.
He said this not to deliberately provoke Xie Chuncan. In just a few hours, his speed could not have suddenly improved significantly. What improved was his perception.
From the first day he entered this snowy plain, the rhythm of his breathing had been vaguely in tune with the rhythm of the wind. At that time, Luo Jiujiang was completely immersed in the horror of the human bone and was unaware of this.
However, under the pressure of not daring to close his eyes for a full five days, the recent encirclement and pursuit became the perfect catalyst. And after a brutal battle, Luo Jiujiang ran for half an hour without distraction, and unexpectedly relaxed his mind, his perception improved, and he broke through a key level.
In the last round of gambling, Luo Jiujiang had not yet fully adapted to his new perception, but now he can.
Xie Chuncan glanced at Luo Jiujiang thoughtfully, then finally spread his arms and landed on a tree beside him like a leaf in the wind. He smiled playfully, "If you try to offend me with that again, I promise you won't have to look forward to a happy second half of your life. I'll end it right now."
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