Lord of the Desert

Chapter 82
Fang Tianzong was taken aback when he heard the words, if he hadn't had many years of experience in the world, he would have almost started a conversation.

But this was enough for Hong Fan to see the truth.

[The other party really came for me. 】

He thought silently, glanced at the scorching battlefield beside him from the corner of his eye, and made a decision.

"Do you think we are unprepared for today's event?"

Hong Fan smiled confidently, and turned his gaze to the mouth of the valley in the distance.

Fang Tianzong couldn't help being startled when he saw this.

But in the blink of an eye, Hong Fan snatched up an ownerless horse that was wandering over, and galloped towards the west.

After confirming the bandits' motives and witnessing Duan Gang's tyrannical power, Hong Fan believed that he had absolutely no capital to deal with opponents on the chaotic battlefield.

The only way to survive is to take advantage of the sea and fly when the other two masters can't make a move, use the mountain forest terrain to throw Fang Tianzong away, and then go back to the city by detour.

Seeing that the only head designated by the client was about to run away, Fang Tianzong had no choice but to keep up.

The two chased and fled, quickly leaving the battlefield behind.

This scene was watched by Hong Sheng, Hong She, Chi Xinchi, Cui Yutang and many others, and it was indescribably tragic.

The dull ones admire Hong Fandu's courage against Duangang, while the quick-witted think that he wants to delay the powerful enemy and reduce casualties.

But no matter what, they didn't think Hong Fan would come back alive.

Fang Tianzong has a thorough understanding of the four meridians, while Hong Fan has a thorough understanding of the six meridians.

Just a big realm.

This is not a gap that combat experience and fist skills can make up.

Although the speed of the horse riding on the snow field is fast, it is not as fast as lightning for a warrior.

Just taking what Hong Fan saw with his own eyes as an example, both Hong Lie and Hong She were able to keep pace with the horse for a short time.

They're just getting through to the top.

At this time, if Yu Kaicheng was the "four-armed Yasha" behind him, he might have already caught up.

However, Fang Tianzong is bulky, and the Broken Tiger Saber he practiced only focuses on strength and explosiveness, and his cruising speed is his shortcoming.

Soon, it drove past and entered the foothill woodland.

As the slope of the terrain became larger, the speed of the war horse dropped significantly, and the distance was finally shortened.

15 meters, ten meters, five meters...

Fang Tian stepped on the ground with both feet and exploded the snow, like a tiger leaping into a stream.

Slashed horizontally with a broad sword, the horse's leg was broken like a straw.

Hong Fan resolutely abandoned his horse, and when he rolled on the ground, he raised a sand wall backwards, forcing the people behind him to cover their eyes with swords.

But the effect is only temporary.

Before he ran 20 meters at full speed, the evil wind approached behind him.

"Die!"

Amidst the loud shouts, Fang Tian slid forward and drew out his saber.

This time he didn't spare any effort, and he didn't give up when he seriously injured Li Xutuo.

Hearing the whistling wind in his ears, Hong Fan knew that the knife was unavoidable.

He hit the ground, turned around in the air to face the enemy, and blocked Wang Buliuxing who had returned to his sheath in front of him.

A loud bang shook the dense forest.

Pressing forward with the broadsword, it first chopped the outer sheath into countless sawdust, then easily knocked open the blade body, and pressed it into the sand shield.

Great force penetrates.

The barren sand against Hong Fan's belly exploded in layers in an instant, absorbing kinetic energy and transmitting momentum.

Stopping to put away the knife, Fang Tian glanced over the tip of the knife, but saw no blood.

After galloping at full speed for a long time, and then unleashing a thunderous strike, even if he had the cultivation level of the Chaos Realm, he had to recover a bit.

On the other side, Hong Fan, who escaped with his strength, flew seven or eight meters upside down like a cannonball, and hit the bottom of a fir tree hugged by two people.

The giant tree shook, sending out a large cloud of ice mist, and then the snow on the branches collapsed, burying Hong Fan's body.

"Your sand shell is resistant to beating."

Fang Tianzong teased while calming down his breathing.

no respond.

"Don't pretend to be dead, I smell the blood you coughed up."

He purposely babbled about aggressive generals, and he didn't want to give Hong Fan any chance.

"You actually blocked it well just now, but with the weight of my broken tiger knife, how many times can you catch it?"

At this moment, the snowdrift suddenly exploded.

Fang Tianzong was wary of Sha Shiji's tricks, so he put on a defensive stance.

Then he saw Hong Fan biting the back of the knife and crawling upwards along the trunk of the fir tree.

The sharp cones made of gravel are set on the limbs, and they can be easily nailed into the bark with every gesture, sending the owner to the top of the tree in a blink of an eye.

The speed is faster than that of the ape cheetah.

"Do you think that mere dead wood can save your life?"

Fang Tian walked under the tree, raised his head and asked.

Seeing this, Hong Fan, who was riding at a height of more than ten meters, suddenly hammered down the branches beside him.

The heavy snow fell, covering Fang Tianzong's head and face.

"Your surname is Fang, you are not good at killing people, but you talk a lot of nonsense?"

Hong Fan looked at the giant man under the tree whose face was covered with snow, and laughed loudly.

Fang Tian was so angry that his seven orifices were filled with smoke, he took a few steps back, picked up a few stones, and threw them towards the top of the tree.

It's a pity that he doesn't know anything about hidden weapon techniques, so he can't guarantee strength and accuracy at the same time.

Hong Fan either walked around the tree to avoid, or blocked with a horizontal knife or a sand shield, and easily cleared the siege.

"You wait, I will let you die immediately!"

The flying stone failed, and Fang Tianzong made several harsh words.

But the words faded away, looking at Hong Fan who was huddled in the top of the tree, he couldn't think of any easy way for a moment.

It should be noted that the bandit "Duangang" has a hulking back, a height of more than 1.9 meters, and a weight of more than [-] catties.

There are so many sand bandits in the entire Jinhai Desert, and there is no one who is more majestic than him.

Unfortunately, all of the above are disadvantages for climbing trees.

If it was on the tip, Fang Tianzong, who couldn't use a big knife and was not good at using vertical skills, might not be able to deal with the pervasive gravel-it must be known that most of the people who died at the hands of Ma Jingsha were blocked by sand.

After hesitating for a moment, Haifei Feisan still chose the method of overcoming ingenuity with strength.

In other words, cut down trees.

Holding a big saber in his hand, Fang Tianzong slashed horizontally with twelve levels of skill, and penetrated deep into Mu Xin with one blow.

Hong Fan was sitting on top of the tree, he felt his feet tremble, and couldn't help frowning.

The power of this knife cut through heavy armor easily, completely exceeding his upper limit of response.

After three or four cuts, the edge of the big knife was not damaged at all, and a huge hole was pulled out at the base of the fir tree.

After moving the tiger's mouth that was numb from the shock, Fang Tian stepped forward to push the tree regardless of Hong Fan's harassing sarcasm.

Facing the villain's protruding muscles, the giant tree finally couldn't hold on, and slowly tilted.

But Fang Tianzong was not happy for too long.

The fir trees have strong trunks and weak branches, and the distribution is relatively sparse. With Hong Fan's bouncing, it is impossible to move from tree to tree.

But the fall of the big tree bridged this obstacle.

When the two trees intersected each other, Hong Fan jumped and climbed another big tree, and quickly climbed to the top of the tree.

Fang Tian, ​​who was carrying the knife, opened his mouth, but was speechless.

After a while, the smaller tree was cut in half again.

Hong Fan took advantage of the moment when Fang Tian stabbed the sword into the wood and was stiff before he could pull it out, he jumped down and moved again...

After repeating this many times, more than a dozen trees were felled, and Hong Fan was finally confined to the edge of the forest.

"This time, let me see where you are going!"

After uttering the last ruthless words, the giant man laughed and pushed down the giant tree.

Hong Fan rolled into the snow and ran wildly after unloading his strength.

Leaving the group of cedar trees, the low pine trees with thick human legs beside him are no longer enough to rely on.

Behind, Fang Tianzong was panting violently, and chased after him with a knife.

Only [-]% of his true energy remained in his dantian.

Facing Hong Fan, this was more than enough.

On the mountainside, there is snow and no one.

The wind and snow are getting higher and the slopes are getting steeper.

Hong Fan ran desperately against the icy wind, his cheeks numb from the beating of large snow particles.

He recognized the surrounding environment—the wild boar two days ago took this same road on its last journey before dying.

Because of this, Hong Fan knew that his only life was ahead.

The ridge is in sight.

The swordsman will chase after him.

The heavy footsteps behind him came closer.

At the critical moment, Hong Fan bit the tip of his tongue to cut off distracting thoughts.

Then turn around and charge.

He stomped three times in a row, each step piercing through the snow and pulling out the sand smoke.

Yanliujin was poured into "Wang Buliuxing" almost extravagantly.

The heat wave was billowing and scorching, and in the midst of the heavy snow, a smoky passage opened in an instant.

PS: After the polyp was cut, the stomach and intestines improved.

In the past two days, I don't feel very in the state of writing, I feel a little emotional, and I am slightly dissatisfied with what I have written.

(End of this chapter)