Lord of the Desert

Chapter 83 Sand Wing
"Dare to throw a knife at me when you are about to die, you have the guts!"

Fang Tian praised in a long voice, and asked the earth to raise the knife with one hand.

Metal and iron collided, and the shock wave spread.

Duanhu Zhenqi first shattered goose feathers and heavy snow into white mist, and the overflowing flames evaporated it completely.

Within a radius of three meters, it was instantly clear.

With one hand against two, Fang Tianzong just stopped casting, but Hong Fan coughed blood from the corner of his mouth, and was sent flying back.

The absolute strength of the two was clearly revealed in this fight, and there was at least five times the gap.

Based on Hong Fan's current squat weight of [-] kg, Fang Tianzong's absolute strength is between three and four tons.

A light truck comparable to the previous life.

"It's my turn!"

As he spoke, he stood up and looked at the bulging eyeballs of the bandits.

At this moment, the adrenaline was slowly subsiding, and the pain was burning like fire.

"The difference in strength between you and me is too great. I just wanted to take advantage of this natural barrier to escape; I didn't expect that your murderous intent was too fierce, and you fell into the abyss instead."

"A strong man will not die, but a victor will meet his enemy..."

The first force is to shake the horizontal knife vertically.

Fortunately, Hong Fan is not an ordinary person.

The third time the force was applied, the flesh and bones were severed.

In Hong Fan's sand mist sensor, a strong figure holding a sheet weapon suddenly crashed into it.

[Only five meters away...]

Hong Fan's mind went blank, knowing that life and death were beyond his control at this moment.

[There are still 50 meters. 】

"I heard that when a person is about to die, his words are good."

"Forget it, I'm thinking too much."

Hong Fan was silent for a moment, then asked softly.

Fear struck suddenly, piercing through the bones.

But he never thought that the sure-kill knife would fail.

Hong Fan was astonished, and had to defend passively in a haste.

The torrent of information rolled over Hong Fan Lingtai and overlapped with reality after a snap of the fingers.

Worst than worst, it is precisely "dying with the enemy" that becomes "going to hell alone".

After the words fell, he once again exploded and rushed towards Shawu.

Hong Fan inspected Fang Tianzong's injury with pressing techniques and gave a sigh of admiration.

With the help of snow cushion and skilled body receiving skills, he fell to the bottom of the cliff without injury.

The continuous desperate struggle made Sha Shijie Zhenyuan difficult to sustain for a while.

Under this knife, whether it is a sand shield or a human body, it will be cut in two.

His thoughts kept spinning until he lost his footing.

The turbulence of the cliff muffled the sound coming from the bottom of the cliff.

"A simple sternum injury is not very dangerous, and the back is just trauma."

Calculated according to the area ratio of a parachute with a load of one kilogram and a minimum of half a square meter, this sand wing is not enough for an ordinary person to slow down to a safe speed.

In this battle, Fang Tianzong was able to hold the knife with both hands for the first time, and exert all his strength towards the prey.

Hong Fan crashed into the snow and immediately turned over, swallowing the blood in his throat, and ran towards the hill without stopping.

With the last roar in his life, Fang Tianzong fell faster and faster like a meteor, and finally hit the ice rock at the bottom of the cliff.

When death was approaching, Fang Tianzong screamed in horror, unable to even hold the big knife that never left his body.

After the crisis was resolved, Hong Fan dealt with the injury first.

The relative positions of the ridge in front of me, myself, and the giant man behind me...

[Even after eating me twice, he couldn't get back angry...]

The second force is to penetrate the sand shield.

The opponent's weapon has been lost.

"It's just Yahui who picks up horses and scares the sand, do you think it's enough to run rampant in the world?"

"This knife will break your head!"

When he opened his eyes, there was a light line of blood left on the snow.

Crushed snow.

Three steps away, Fang Tianzong still had his eyes closed, but the countless times of knife handling experience allowed him to clearly judge the movements of his prey.

Fang Tian laughed recklessly and wickedly, his right foot hit the ground like thunder.

The smog was blown away by the mountain wind and returned to the sun.

Fang Tianzong was puzzled.

The sand wing he condenses with his limbs as the skeleton is the "youth version" - it has no power, and the total area is only a dozen square meters.

[This, this is? 】

Like a featherless wing.

Most of his sternum was cut off at the bone body, and there was an opening more than ten centimeters long and half an inch deep on the side of his back.

"You may not believe it when you say it."

In the dim sand and fog, the two jumped out with all their strength at the same time, one after the other.

The steel saber was broken, right in the middle of the four-character inscription "Wang Bu Liu Xing", and severed the scarred horizontal saber.

"I don't accept it, I don't accept it..."

Fang Tianzong watched helplessly as the hang glider took shape quickly, helping Hong Fan not far away to stabilize the altitude.

The point of the knife penetrates half an inch into the flesh, and the blade is half a foot long.

It wasn't until this time that he suddenly realized that since he approached the ridgeline of the ridge, the sand fog with a radius of more than ten meters has always blocked most of his vision, making him lose his ability to judge the drastic changes in the terrain.

Then, according to his memory when he landed, he found Fang Tianzong on a piece of ice rock.

The sand that was blown away.

Looking up, the hundreds of feet of cliffs are like frozen ice hanging swords, standing still under the impact of wind and snow.

He picked up the knife, weighed it to its weight, and strode back.

After a brief evaluation, Hong Fan tore off the clean cloth strips from his coat, and used them as bandages after being baked in the heat.

The clanking sound is sharp, and it suddenly rises and disappears.

Not fatal enough, but it affects the opponent's center of gravity.

The sand mist flew back, and he bathed in light again.

Fang Tianzong caressed the bright red notch on the blade, and said fiercely.

The Sand Bandit's will completely collapsed.

"How dare you change your life with me?!"

But this time Fang Tianzong was not at a loss.

"When a tiger sees blood, it will never lose..."

"This is the secret art of breaking the tiger knife, it's called Tiger Sniffing."

"Your Excellency Duan Gang, can you tell me who is going to kill me?

Fang Tianzong became agitated, as if he wanted to scold angrily.

On the other side, regardless of the severe pain at the broken sternum, Hong Fan accelerated with all his strength while disturbing the barren sand to blur his own position.

The blade hit, and Fang Tianzong got feedback.

"You can still take a breath, your physique is well-deserved."

At the moment of life and death, Hong Fan had no choice but to carry his sword as a shield.

The 300-meter cliff, this giant man fell down firmly, and he was not dead yet.

In the next second, the snow exploded, and no one was there.

The distance of a few meters is fleeting.

Then he saw the dispersed sand mist gather again, filling the gaps between Hong Fan's limbs, and continuing to expand.

Hong Fan nodded, turned around and walked down the ice rock.

At this time, he took advantage of the situation to run backwards, and his figure was instantly swallowed by the barren sand.

He laughed out loud, fluttering his nostrils.

But his throat was clogged with blood, and he could only hoo hoo in the end.

Hong Fan remained unmoved, and tried his best to maintain the stable output of Sand World's true essence.

But the smell of fresh blood emanating from his body conveys movement all the time.

Fang Tianzong, who had closed his eyes tightly, heard a muffled groan as he turned his sword back.

Glancing back from the corner of the eye, there is already a hanging cliff behind him.

His whole body is wide open, his ape arms are stretched out, and a flat stab is close to him.

Time seemed to slow down.

[Lift yourself with sand? 】

The sky and the earth fell apart, leaving him alone to accelerate his fall.

The giant man returned to the tendon of the knife, and was about to chase after him to make up the knife, but his eyes were dark.

"Both legs were broken, the waist and hips were eroded, all internal organs were damaged, and the internal bleeding points were difficult to count."

Holding the knife in both hands, Hong Fanqing spoke loudly and stood beside the bandit with a long body.

Fang Tianzong opened his eyes and found that he was actually in the sky.

"You have today, all by yourself."

Beside the wild boar that had been kicked off the cliff two days ago and was now frozen into lumps of ice, lay the broken steel sword that had been half broken.

[Why does Hong Fan move? 】

【How did he lock me? 】

Just when he counterattacked, the huge shabu that Hong Fan had secretly prepared had already taken shape.

"Fang Tianzong, this life is over, but there are still unfinished business?"

The ho ho sound suddenly became intense.

"Hmph, I'm afraid you didn't..."

The broken knife slashed down, with a click sound.

(End of this chapter)