Lord of the Desert

Chapter 97 Reckless
The golden sea of ​​four hundred miles is like a cold face.

The red sun is like an eye, and the yellow sand is like a face; the invisible wind drives back and forth, and a thousand years are like a day.

And the boiling Redduo Mountain is like a boil on this face that is about to burst.

Within a ray of sky, the last penetrating camel bull warrior slashed with a sword.

The blade bit into the shoulder armor, and was bitten back by Huang Sha, unable to pull it out.

The question of whether to discard the knife or not hovered in his mind for a moment, and then he had no choice.

Hong Fan grabbed the strong man's wrist, and climbed up another step with the sword and shield on his back.

Through the armor, the true qi of the two collided directly.

Hong Fan froze for a moment - the opponent's cultivation was at least two steps ahead of him.

But after a brief wrestling between the two, it turned out that the camel ox wrestler lost his footing and slipped backwards first.

Because there is sand under his feet.

For the owner of the sand world, the upper limit of grip has always been determined only by the upper limit of true energy output.

The stalemate continues.

The camel bull warrior leaned against the rock wall, his right arm armor supported the pressing iron hand, and the left heavy shield protected most of his body.

【Yan Liugong and Sand World are not good at piercing armor, I still have a chance...】

With the help of the absolute calm bestowed by Black Yaksha, he judged.

But Hong Fan didn't give him a chance.

The beep sounded suddenly, and then rose in an instant.

[The shield is shaking? 】

The wrestler turned his eyes and saw that the center of the heavy skinned shield, which was strong enough to withstand the axe, was slightly convex, and a small hole was pushed open with a "boo".

A blade-like jet of gravel pierced through, hitting the breastplate.

Blows from outside the cognitive range.

"What kind of killing method is this?"

The camel bull warrior watched the nail leaf crack and shatter in the blink of an eye, and asked instinctively.

But he couldn't wait for an answer.

With a sudden fever in his chest, his consciousness was immediately diluted.

Soft arms, dilated pupils, gushing blood...

"Death" comes, leaving a signature.

Hong Fan straightened up, shook off the seven or eight arrows stuck in his back, and looked up to the high place.

As he gradually approached the pass, the difference between the rock platform and the mountain road became smaller and smaller, and he had already entered the sensing range of the sand world.

Hongduo Mountain stands forever, where is there no weathered gravel everywhere in the mountains?

Hong Fan raised his hand and pulled it, and the two Sand Bandit archers standing on the high place suddenly felt that their feet were stepped on oil, and they rolled down the cliff and disappeared in the forest of swords immediately.

In the blind area of ​​vision, the cold arrow arrived with a "swoosh" sound.

The heavy arrow penetrated an inch into the side of the sand helmet, and Hong Fan didn't even tilt his head.

"Trash!"

He Liangjun cursed in a low voice, and broke the bow in his hand.

Seeing the bandit's battle line getting thinner and the defense gradually eroding under the pass, he felt confused.

Kicking the wooden box open, two thunderbolts were thrown out one after another.

This time, there was finally another remarkable result.

The two through the environment were injured and fatigued by the earthquake.

Cui Er tried his best to defend, but was still cut open.

Only the barren sand battle armor was embedded with more than a dozen broken iron slags, which actually stood upright.

Hong Fan even removed his helmet and smiled at He Liangjun from the air.

Due to his occupation in his previous life, he has a certain understanding of the power of thermal weapons.

Ordinary grenades are loaded with dozens of grams of high-explosive gunpowder, and the range of damage to unprotected targets is only three or four meters, and they still have to rely on fragments.

This kind of thunderbolt filled with black powder, unless it explodes close to the body, how can it be shaken into a thick sand armor?
With all his trump cards gone, He Liangjun's teeth trembled, and his eyes became more and more bloodshot.

"Everyone, anyone who can move, push me up!"

he yelled hysterically.

"Stop them, don't blame me for being hot if you dare to take a step back..."

But no matter how he threatened, no one dared to move.

Soon the last camel bull warrior fell to the ground, and Hong Fan broke his cervical spine.

There are no more bandits standing on the mountain road.

Apart from dozens of fresh corpses, only seven or eight collapsed minions fell to the side of the road begging for work.

Everyone knows that the sky can no longer be held.

"Second brother, I've lost my morale, I can't keep it!"

Yu Kaicheng held He Liangjun's arm, and then shouted at the dozen or so archers under the banner of Haifei Feida on the rock platform on the other side of the pass.

"Come back quickly!"

The archers retreated to the cave in a panic as if they had just woken up from a dream.

Unfortunately, it is too late.

At the pass, Hong Fan's whole body was dressed up step by step, with a look of fire all over his body.

The bandits thought the red on the sand armor was reflected light.

But they soon realized they were wrong.

Such a deep and gorgeous color can only come from blood.

The sand bandits were so startled that they retreated on both sides, leaving only Hong Fan standing in the wind with his bare hands, circulating his true energy.

The red tide on the deserted sand armor slowly faded, revealing a bright yellow background, and finally overflowed in all directions under his feet.

Like a blooming lotus.

The sound of ping-pong sounded indiscriminately.

Seeing this flower of blood that spread out several square meters, the dozen or so minions on the west side of the pass all felt sore and limp, dropped their weapons and collapsed on the ground.

As for the east, the three leaders beheaded several people and opened two boxes of gold and silver before the battle, and only then did the last [-] or [-] "professional" bandits recover a little bit of organization.

Hong Fan stood firm at the pass, flanked by comrades in arms who kept up.

Everyone's battle armor has broken a lot of pieces, and there are at least three or four arrows hanging on their bodies, and almost none of them are not without injuries.

"The bandits' morale is low and they are unable to counterattack, but we still have to deploy a defensive line to the east..."

Hong Fan said to Cui Erye.

He dissipated the sand armor while speaking, and felt the emptiness and pain in the dantian slightly relieved.

"Nephew, leave it to me."

Cui Jiashu replied simply.

Before going up the mountain, he hesitated to say anything. At this time, he was fierce, wiped the blood on his face, and led the people to the east.

"The overall situation is set."

Hong Fan watched Cui Er's back and heaved a sigh of relief.

"Yeah, I really didn't expect that we could actually break through this formation..."

Shen Hong, who had not sheathed his sword, took two steps forward and stood on Hong Fan's east side, echoing.

Hong Fan glanced at him, passed through the scattered and kneeling bandits, and walked up to the west rock platform.

On the edge of the cliff, the flag that Wan Guangji personally penetrated into the stone surface before the war still flutters.

Hong Fan stepped on the rock, turned the sand into a thin blade, cut off the flag with a single blow, then pulled out the flagpole with both arms, and threw it down the cliff.

In the distance, cheers came from afar, like wind and rain, and lasted for a long time.

Hong Fan looked at the reinforcements attached by the ants at the foot of the mountain, and suddenly turned his head and asked Hong Lie and Shen Hong who were following closely all the time.

"I said before that I can break through the formation first, don't you believe me?"

"Eldest Young Master came back in a state of failure, you only said it earlier, how can everyone believe it?"

Shen Hong wiped his bald head and did not shy away from it.

"So you obviously don't believe me, but you also come up with me?"

Hong Fan asked again.

"They are all brothers who have died. How can anyone say who will accompany whom in such a thing as going into battle?"

Hong Lie held the handle of the knife and asked back.

After a while, Shen Hong spoke again: "Actually, it's not just us."

"When the team was formed, Hong She also said that there is only one Xingjun in the clan. If the situation is not right, everyone will have to snatch you out first regardless of other things."

"Hong Bo also wore an extra layer of mail armor, which he plans to wear later."

Shantou was speechless for a moment.

"You know me, I never do things that I'm not sure of..."

Hong Fan squeezed out a sentence with difficulty, and immediately laughed at himself.

He turned around and cast his eyes on Hong She and Hong Bo, who were consolidating the defense line in the distance, and then at the two who were still blocking the sniper line with their bodies and defending him.

"This time I was reckless."

He said softly, with unprecedented seriousness.

To the east of the pass, the sand bandits were unable to gain a foothold and were slowly retreating into the cave.

On Hongduo Mountain, the three of them stood facing the setting sun, and the stench was washed away by the mountain wind.

The setting sun shines at sunset, its color is dim yellow.

Hong Fan was bathed in the light, showing warmth from the bottom of his heart.

(End of this chapter)