Lord of the Desert

Chapter 46

"Brother, I owe you my life!"

Kong Hai, who escaped from death, gasped in a low voice, and pulled out the arrow stuck in his back shoulder with his backhand.

"Then you have to live until I ask for the bill!"

Hong Fan clamped the horse's belly fiercely, laughing arrogantly without looking back, while trying to put the horizontal knife back into the scabbard.

It's a pity that the galloping horse was bumpy, but he did it three times for a simple movement.

In front, Hong Ming lowered his speed slightly, and quickly brought Hong Fan and Hong Lie, who were chasing after him, back into the formation.

So far, there are 33 riders and 21 riders left out of the 22 riders when they came, and seven or eight of them were injured.

The sand bandits on the gentle slope have been flung to the sky, but the more than 20 knights led by the four-armed Yasha and Duan Gang, with the lowest level of cultivation, are still chasing after them.

The two knight groups were separated by 40 meters, and continued to consume each other with bows and arrows.

Kong Hai, who was sitting upside down on the saddle, slashed several arrows with two swords, and saw that the arrows shot from his side were moved aside by the chasing bandits.

He then turned his head and shouted to Hong Fan: "The enemy is strong and we are weak, shoot horses but not people!"

Hong Fan was taken aback when he heard the words, and immediately understood.

The arrow speed of ordinary riding bows is limited, and shooting people can be easily dodged or bounced off with the inclination of the armor, but it is more physical for the attacker.

But in the pursuit battle, shooting horses will make the opponent have to use their true energy.

Hong Fan fired another arrow at the horse's leg, this time successfully forcing the sand bandits to sweep up with their guns.

While chasing and fleeing, Xu drove a few miles in a while.

Kong Hai changed the lost horse.

But even if Hong Ming tried his best to restrain them, only 33 of the 18 people remained.

There are still 23 people in Haifei who will never give up.

By this time, both sides have exhausted their arrows, and their true energy has also been exhausted.

Yu Kaicheng and Fang Tianzong looked at each other, knowing that it was time for a showdown.

Riding their horses and whipping their whips, the bandits began to get closer.

But they are not the only ones waiting for a chance to break the game.

Hong Fan pulled up his horse, adjusted his breathing, and his exhausted arms were filled with strength again—his Yanliu Jin had long been exhausted, and what was rushing through his meridians at this moment was the undamaged Life Star True Essence.

"Commander, what should we do?"

Hong Lie glanced behind and asked in a low voice.

Everyone knows that running away is not an option.

The choices before everyone are one is to fight to the death, and the other is to cut off the tail to survive.

Generally speaking, it is not difficult to make a choice-the life of a sand bandit is cheap, not to mention a powerful son, even if it is exchanged for a good family son, it is not worth it.

But for this three merged teams, the second option is far more difficult than the first.

Hong Ming turned his head and glanced at the crowd, and every pair of eyes he saw were bloodshot.

"Each of the three..."

He gritted his teeth and was about to make a decision, but saw Hong Fan who was at the end suddenly reined in and turned around.

"I'm here to defeat the enemy!"

Angrily shouting loudly, like wolf smoke.

Hong Lie, Shen Hong, Kong Hai and others looked back at the sound, and saw that the young knight who had just joined the team had leveled his long spear and kicked the horse's belly hard.

Bentley was in pain, foaming from the corner of his mouth, and accelerated desperately.

On the Gobi Desert, one person goes against the road, and the horses form a formation.

Even his comrades didn't react.

"The boy is like this, how can I bear it?"

Hong Ming's eyes were about to split open, and his beard, which was stained red with blood, trembled unceasingly, as if condensing flames.

"You all go, don't worry about me!"

King Huo Xuming drew his sword and immediately threw eight characters and chased after him.

On the other side, there was a lot of taunting in the Sand Pirates formation.

"Death-seeking idiot!"

"act recklessly!"

But Hong Fan only felt that the blood all over his body was burning, and his thighs couldn't stop shaking.

Hormone secretion, pupil condensation.

Surrounded by smoke and dust, he let out a long laugh.

"The barren sand is ruthless, don't complain!"

50 meters, 40 meters, 30 meters...

Hong Fan leaned forward, and the riding and combat skills learned from Hong Lie and Kong Hai over two months slowly flowed through his heart.

Compared with long spears, horse lances are harder and longer.

Without stabbing, its huge double-sided blade can inflict fatal wounds at horse speed.

【A living hand holds a gun, a dead hand holds a lance...】

Hong Fan aimed at the incoming enemy and stood firmly on the center line.

"Sand Fog" activated.

From Bentley's feet, the barren sand rolled like waves, instantly submerging the range of more than ten meters around his body.

As soon as the young man in the wind and sand stepped into the battle, the world of the sand bandits fell into darkness.

Edges meet.

The sand bandit who rushed to the first place was suddenly blinded and swung an empty gun in a panic.

Then, he was pierced straight into the heart by the long spear.

"One ride!"

Hong Fan roared in a deep voice, and clamped his arms tightly.

The pole bent slightly, and the lifeless body bounced off the horse's back.

The barren sand is stained with blood, and the wind swallows more vigorously.

Twisting his waist and panning the spear, Hong Fan threw the dead body off the blade, and then used the Yanyue Dao's over-the-shoulder gesture.

Ring around the neck, the majestic sound of the wind spread like a tide.

The second penetrating sand bandit heard the movement and tried to stop him with a long spear, but was tricked by the chaotic sand flow.

There was an ear-piercing sound of piercing the armor, the lance cut through the sternum and penetrated into the torso, and the tip of the blade broke out from the back.

"Second rider!"

With a loud shout, Hong Fan twisted his wrist forcefully, and the long blade turned ninety degrees horizontally on the sand bandit's chest, and broke out from the side, stirring a large mass of flesh and blood into the air.

At this time, the third bandit approached following the sound, silently slashing obliquely with his saber.

But Dancing Gravel faithfully passed all the information to the master.

Hong Fan put Ma Li on his left shoulder, held the scimitar, grabbed a sand sword in the air with his left hand, and stabbed the opponent's thigh artery as he passed by.

The fountain of blood spurted out mixed with the scattered sand.

"Three riders!"

Taking advantage of the clearness in front, Hong Fan turned his hand back, shaped four sand thorns between his five fingers, and threw them with a flick of his wrist.

Under the cover of the billowing wind and sand, two of the four targets with lower cultivation levels were hit, and their arms and calves were cut respectively.

Galloping horses staggered.

Silently, the gravel spread inward along their blood vessels.

Sand thorns are non-toxic, but in Jinhai, where medical treatment is scarce, wound infections are more poisonous than anything else.

"Four rides, five rides!"

Hong Fan roared repeatedly, and he was completely submerged in the enemy's formation.

"The kid is rampant, die for me!"

The next person who rushed to follow the sound was Haifei's fourth master - Yu Kaicheng.

Holding a scimitar in his hand, he slashed at extreme speed.

However, the two meridians are aligned and connect with the two serious channels. If he sees a move, Hong Fan will not be able to keep up with the opponent's movements anyway.

But the sand pre-attached to his body can.

Just like countless times during training, the barren sand instantly condensed into a shield in the belly of the master.

The blade slashed, shattered the sand shield, and cut half of the fish scale leather armor.

He fainted from the dull pain in his stomach, but Hong Fan seized the opportunity.

He took advantage of the sand mist to cover up, turned sideways, and chased back when the two sides were far away, cutting the hind legs of Yu Kaicheng's mount.

"Sixth Cavalry! Hong Fan broke the formation here!"

In the sand fog, high-spirited shouts and sounds of fright and anger rose at the same time.

"Sand, Sand World?!"

Just now, the four-armed Yaksha, who was confident that he would kill, split the sand mist with a machete, and with a glimpse, he saw the last thing blocking him.

It was living sand, which once brought him endless fear.

The sand and fog cleared, and Hong Fan had already pierced through the enemy's formation.

The four-armed Yaksha, who had lost his mount, had a flickering gaze. After two steps, he straightened up and jumped onto the unmanned galloping horse in front of him.

Right in front were Hong Ming and several red-clothed knights who were charging in the opposite direction.

"Xingjun enters the battle, we withdraw!"

Leaving aside a word, the four-armed Yaksha swung his horse and turned, and escaped.

The leader was like this, and the exhausted sand bandits saw that they were about to be flanked by front and back, and their morale collapsed and they ran away separately.

Among the ten or so people, only Fang Tianzong wanted to fight again with a big knife in his hand.

But seeing everyone leaving, "Broken Steel" had no choice but to follow.

PS: ask for tickets

(End of this chapter)