Lord of the Desert

Chapter 81
Warriors are never invincible in front of mortals.

Not to mention the iron nets, strong crossbows, maces, etc. specially developed to limit warriors, in a narrow terrain, only a few heavy armored infantry with tacit cooperation are enough to encircle and kill masters.

But in a small-scale chaotic battle, a bullying penetrator is enough to become an unbearable blood loss point for the enemy.

The sand bandit holding a big knife was about to expand the results of the battle, when he heard the clear sound of the sword coming from behind his ears.

He put the sword on his shoulder and leaned on the broad blade as a shield.

Clanking suddenly sounded.

The bandit withdrew his knife and turned around, feeling the spreading spiral wind blowing across his face, and then stretched out his hand to wipe the surface of the knife, and found that the contact point was obviously deformed.

"Thunder Sword?"

He looked up at the person coming, and asked in a deep voice.

Li Xutuo, who came across the battlefield at a high speed, responded loudly: "It is your grandfather Li!"

The voice was blurted out, and the second thunder sword came again.

The sand bandit strode forward and swung his sword into a wheel, blasting the invisible ripples that pierced through the air.

The true energy dissipated, but the sense of danger did not diminish in the slightest.

At the critical moment, the bandit turned his head and turned sideways, only to hear the wind passing by his ears, first the front side of the hood was split, and then the leather armor on the left shoulder was broken.

Beads of blood trickled down his cheeks.

"How does the Wind Chaser taste?"

Li Xutuo laughed loudly when he saw the half-inch deep wound on his opponent's face.

But his smile quickly froze.

The chaotic wind lifted the sand bandit's hood, and Li Xutuo vaguely recognized at this time that the one who was fighting him was the Wuming Tongtong Realm, and it was clearly the third master of Haifei Feisan.

"Broken Steel" Fang Tianzong.

He found out too late.

Five steps away from the enemy, Fang Tianzong no longer concealed his strength, and burst out of the Chaos Realm skill, facing the incoming Thunder Sword with all his might.

The speed of this knife is almost twice as fast as before, making it inevitable for people to avoid it.

Blood burst out, Li Xutuo screamed loudly, his chest and abdomen were cut open with a knife.

"The bones of the second son of the Li family are no harder than others' bones."

Holding the knife in one hand, Fang Tianzong tore off the leather armor that had been smashed by the Qi sword, and stood naked on the snow.

"I borrowed your head first."

As he spoke, he stepped on Li Xutuo's side face, and thrust the sword down with force.

The bloody arrow shot out three feet, and the howling stopped abruptly.

Seeing that the most masters in this trip have already been awarded the head within a few moves, Fang Tian plunged into Zhou Zhou and no one dared to approach him, forming a circular vacuum.

In the distance, Li Shenji, who caught a glimpse of the sudden death of his brother, was about to burst into tears.

However, the four-armed Yaksha kept entangled with one-handed blocking fist, which made him unable to rush to help.

Fang Tian pulled out his sword and jumped onto the top of the carriage.

"There are nine more heads, one of which is named."

Looking around the battlefield, he quickly found the special target.

The cart has been broken into a piece of rotten wood.

Stepping away from the oncoming pumpkin, Hong Fan made a backhand hit with the knife, only breaking a few pieces of fine steel nails.

The sand bandit elite in heavy armor grinned wickedly, and instead of retreating against the horizontal knife, he punched heavily.

Then Hong Fan grabbed his wrist.

The soldering iron was started, and the high temperature above [-] degrees set off large blisters.

The sand bandit retreated in pain, and Hong Ping threw him to the ground from the side.

Big Tang followed closely, and within a short while, this man had been stabbed several times in the cracks in his armor.

Blood spilled.

"Are you all right?"

Hong Fan asked in a low voice.

He tore off the skirt of his blood-soaked clothes, and the lingering stench from his nose became even heavier.

"fine."

Hong Ping replied panting, and just as he was about to wake up, he caught a glimpse of a person in the distance who was picking up a broken sword, and then kicked it vigorously towards this side.

The speed was so fast that he didn't have time to remind him.

Fortunately, his pupils contracted suddenly, which made Hong Fan aware of the danger.

With five fingers clenched into a fist, the flow of sand gathers.

The broken sword shot at high speed hit the suspended sand shield, breaking apart inch by inch.

"Son of the Hong family, we met for the second time."

A rough voice sounded.

Hong Fan looked back and saw a big shirtless man striding across the battlefield with a big knife in his hand.

This person's face was cut with blood, and the heat rose all over his body, easily melting away the snowflakes on his body.

"Fang Tianzong."

Hong Fan's face became more serious.

"You go to the west to help Hong She."

He pushed Hong Ping and the two away, and ordered without doubt.

Yanliujin and Sand World are running at full capacity.

"Do you still have spare time to care about others?"

Fang Tian stepped close to him in an instant, and slashed twice like walking in a courtyard.

Hong Fan moved left and right and stepped back three steps, sweat was already visible on his forehead.

But he knew in his heart that the opponent was probably far from exerting his full strength.

"Last time, you sneaked up and plotted to kill five of my subordinates."

Fang Tian raised his sword horizontally and pointed the tip at Hong Fan.

"How do you say I should repay?"

he asked sharply.

Facing Dao Feng, Hong Fan sneered: "It's just a handy job, and the third master doesn't have to worry about it."

Fang Tianzong suddenly suppressed his anger.

"I don't count interest, how about cutting you five knives later?"

He said softly, flicking the half-coagulated drop of blood under his jaw.

There was a soft "boo".

Just when Hong Fan's eyes were unconsciously attracted by the red dot, Fang Tianzong blatantly drew his sword.

This knife came suddenly, but the speed was mediocre. In the end, he only cut through his coat and was dodged.

It's not so much killing, it's more like frightening and teasing.

Sure enough, after the miss, Fang Tian was not in a hurry or angry, but shook his head slowly.

"It's only natural to pay back what is owed."

"It's agreed that you owe me five knives, and you can't hide or block the five knives!"

He was leaning on the ground with a knife, and his smile was warm and ferocious.

"Otherwise I will kill one person with one slash!"

As he spoke, he pulled out the unowned short spear beside him, and threw it out.

Twenty meters away, a child of the Chi family fell to the ground.

"See? This kid died because of you."

Fang Tianzong smiled wantonly, observing Hong Fan's expression with great interest.

Somber and dignified, but still too calm.

He is not satisfied.

So Fang Tian swung his broadsword and slashed at Hong Fan's left arm again—not fatal, but only crippled.

Hong Fan swiped the saber away with Wang Buliuxing, flew back and retreated.

The second knife was empty again.

"I didn't expect Hong Xingjun to be such a cold-blooded person!"

Fang Tianzong said loudly.

"I don't think it's far worse than Ma Jingsha!"

In front of Hong Fan, he turned around and kicked Duan Ren at his foot.

The chest of the victim was pierced, and he staggered a few steps before falling to the ground, and then he was decapitated by the sand bandits nearby.

In the past many years of his career as a bandit, Duan Gang used this trick to play with many fledgling young knights.

It's a pity that Hong Fan pulled too many trolley rail rods in his previous life.

"Son of the Hong family, you also killed this person!"

Fang Tian turned his gaze back and looked at Hong Fan with a playful smile.

But in the latter's dark eyes, he did not see any shaking or struggling.

Only contempt and ridicule.

"Fang Tianzong, look at how stupid you are talking to yourself."

Hong Fan shook his head and said.

"The weapon you choose, the target you pick, the hand you move..."

"Then say two stupid words, and you will be the one I kill?"

In the middle of speaking, Hong Fan couldn't help but sneered.

The laughter spread out, making Fang Tianzong furious.

"You call me stupid?!"

He picked up a short dagger with his toes, and was about to kill the third person, but was interrupted by Hong Fan.

"I have a suggestion."

"The next one, you say it was killed by the martial saints on the list."

"Because they didn't kneel down and ask you to be the emperor of Dahua..."

"how?"

Hearing this, Fang Tianzong couldn't shake the dagger in his hand.

He really wanted to refute, and wanted to continue the moral kidnapping, but his tongue was circling around in his mouth, but in the end he couldn't let out a fart.

Because what Hong Fan said was very reasonable.

Fang Tianzong was silent.

He tried this set of verbal tricks time and again, and he thought it was difficult to understand.

Being easily exposed at this time made his meager brain capacity somewhat overloaded.

Hong Fan raised his eyebrows and asked again.

"Aren't you here to take my life?"

"What are you procrastinating now?"

(End of this chapter)