Lord of the Desert

Chapter 84 bluff
It's getting late.

The afterglow of the setting sun coated the tree trunks in the snow valley with a layer of blood.

The invisible fire cloud flew at low altitude, brushing against the target and hitting the air.

The heated and expanded air made a terrible thunder.

He Liangjun turned over and fell to the ground, inserted the palm of his right hand into the ice and snow, and made a scorching sound.

At this point in the fierce battle, the confident and sinister smile on his face has long since disappeared.

The skin and sleeve of his left forearm were burnt together by Yanliu Jin, but there was not even a trace of pain.

This is a sign of severe necrosis of deep tissue.

On the other side, Hong Sheng wasn't much better either.

His coat was ragged, and his right shoulder and left rib each had a bruise that was red in the middle and black around the sides.

Hong Sheng replied.

He asked sharply, fixing his eyes on Hong Fan, trying to see the truth of the latter.

In the snow valley, the atmosphere became tense again.

It is thanks to the seven-star finger.

Many people on both the offensive and defensive sides recognized that this was Fang Tianzong's "Broken Steel" sword that never left his body.

Everyone's gazes converged, and they saw a thin figure striding out of the forest, throwing a spherical object casually.

"Right on my mind."

Cui Yutang strode forward to ask questions hastily, followed by Hong Ping who was also eager.

The situation suddenly reversed.

"A dignified seven-step killer who only asks nonsense?"

"I thought Ma Jingsha was very old and still able to shake the sea of ​​sand, which is already extraordinary."

The object rolled along the snow, and finally turned upside down, and it was a human head.

But they immediately noticed that Hong Fan who turned around didn't smile, he only glanced at them, and then his eyes fell on the corpses all over the floor.

"My Young Master Hong Fan, how did you kill Fang Tianzong?"

"How is the situation of the eldest brother, can you still fight?"

When he stood still in the center of Snow Valley, he used his body as a boundary, making the two sides of the war clearly separated.

Even though they have practiced martial arts, these young people who have never actually fought are already reluctant to stick to self-defense, let alone take the initiative to attack?
Just as the bandit's back disappeared from sight, there was a sound of swords and guns falling to the ground behind the position.

"If it's done like this, it's hard for you to recognize it."

Hong Fan squinted at He Liangjun, shot a stream of sand with his backhand, and pulled out the broken steel sword stuck in the carriage.

With this sound of taking the lead, all the sand bandits turned back to look at the second leader.

In the final analysis, the number of heads required before coming here has already been cut off enough, and Haifei has never had the professionalism to exceed the task.

Witnessing the power of Xingjun, not only the sand bandits were worried, but even Yu Kaicheng couldn't help but look away.

Including Hong Sheng and Li Shenji, no one really pursued them.

Then he issued orders to all survivors.

Behind Hong Fan, the Jin Hai disciples who had been exhausted from the killing felt strength coming to their bodies again, and they felt the urge to pay blood for blood.

Although this is a question, anyone can hear the fighting spirit in it.

Unless it is a real magical weapon that connects nature and is unpredictable, other weapons, no matter how famous they are, are just consumables, which are always replaced and new.

After noticing that Li Shenji was secretly pinching his sword finger and approaching slowly, Haifei's fourth leader couldn't hold back anymore.

"This, this is the head of the third head?!"

Although the seven orifices of this person's head were stained with blood, and the unclosed eyes were even more frighteningly protruding, they still recognized his identity.

A blood-stained broadsword swirled tens of meters from the forest, crossing into a carriage that was dumped in the middle of the battlefield.

He stared blankly, sweeping across the group of bandits.

"We withdraw!"

Sand streams are floating in strands, like stars holding the moon, floating and whirling in the air.

"The third master is back!"

Tens of meters away, Li Shenji's image is still pretty bright.

Those who came out of the forest stood on a high place, laughing long and loudly.

The sound of shock is like a knife, killing all the noise.

The return of this knife is self-evident.

With just a few words, Hong Fan had crossed the snow valley and strode into battle.

There are corpses everywhere on the battlefield, and the battle is getting slower and slower.

Zheng Fuqu, who was protected at the back, stared blankly, and her whole body was even colder.

"Not good, but not worse than this dwarf."

He Liangjun's face was gloomy, knowing that the military spirit was no longer available.

After making the decision, He Liangjun's face softened a little.

With an order, the sand bandits turned around and left as if they had received an amnesty.

At this moment, a mighty wind roared from the woodland beside the valley.

As he spoke, he raised his sword flat and pointed at the two masters flying over the sea.

"How did you kill the third child?"

The only reason why they have not withdrawn until now is that the third master has not come back.

Yu Kaicheng retreated a few steps calmly, and called out to He Liangjun.

"Fang Tianzong thinks that if his cultivation is one level higher than mine, he will be able to win."

Hong Sheng replied loudly, his palm bursting with a bang.

Big Tang, who was wounded by the knife, was blinded.

"There is one Killing Star and one Yasha left; why don't my two brothers join forces and keep one more?"

"If King Xing is so easy to kill, how could Shocking Shagong have been rampant in Jinhai for ten years?"

"Yeah."

Hong Fan nodded slightly, and slowly ground Fang Tianzong's head into the slush.

Holding the knife in his hand, he stepped up and stepped on Fang Tianzong's head, looking at Hong Sheng.

"Second brother?"

In front of Hong Fan, the sand bandits looked at the third master who had returned but not fully, as if a basin of ice water had been poured on his head.

It's not that his strength surpasses the four-armed Yaksha, but that Yu Kaicheng is cunning and spares his life. So far, the war has only been entangled, and he has turned the one-on-one duel into a guerrilla.

Although the hunting team is lingering and unable to fight back, the bandits have also suffered a lot of casualties and have no fighting spirit.

The excitement of the two faded instantly.

"How stupid!"

"Although it took a lot of effort to kill this fellow under my feet, I still have the strength to spare."

When the voices in the valley stopped, the footsteps in the forest gradually approached.

Hong She could hardly hold the hatchet.

A bandit who was the closest shouted first.

For every foot he advances, the sand bandits retreat a foot.

Seeing this, He Liangjun had no choice but to intervene.

"Why, I didn't expect it to be me who came back alive?"

Hong Fan stepped forward slowly, and the ground around him was boiling like boiling.

"The big tree attracts the wind, remember this blood feud first, I want to see how many years you, Hong Fan, can live!"

Sand bandits are no better than the army, and there are no orders and prohibitions when fighting against the wind-becoming a deserter is nothing more than changing a bunch.

Fang Tianzong cuts people or cuts iron every day, and he has changed the steel-breaking sword several times.

The sporadic fighting stopped.

It was Hong Fan.

On the contrary, the sand bandits cheered one after another, and the sound stopped and the clouds flowed.

My family knows my own family affairs, and in terms of frontal combat, how can his fourth son compare to the third son Fang Tianzong?
But at the moment "Broken Steel" was dead, Hong Fan didn't even seem to be seriously injured...

"Now is not the time to gossip."

"I didn't expect you to be able to counter-kill the four meridians with the penetrating realm."

Hong Fan responded coldly and passed the two of them.

"Help the injured deal with the injury first."

The smiles of the bandits quickly disappeared.

But as soon as the game of mutual exploration started, it was ended by "Stud".

No one cares about the half of the blade cut off by the big knife.

After all, the members of the hunting team are servants of princes, not real warriors.

The voices of the people in the defending square were instantly annihilated.

"The next half of the way can be walked on the ground."

"The carriages and sleds are given over to the bodies of the brothers who died in battle—we have to take them back to Goldsea City."

PS: I set a timed release, but I clicked release directly in a mess.

This is tomorrow's update.

(End of this chapter)