Lord of the Desert

Chapter 128 The Overlord Disarms
There is no wind.

Sand started to get restless.

The strands followed the Juggernaut's footsteps upwards.

The silk converges into a trickle, and the trickle becomes a stream.

In the eyes of everyone, Hong Fan fell into the upstream golden waterfall.

When he reappeared, he was already a burly dark gold soldier two meters tall.

"Jinhai Hongfan, through the eleven serious cultivation bases."

"We will do our best in this battle, so as not to disappoint Mr. Zi'an!"

The two sides bowed their hands and started fighting immediately.

Gong Zi'an is afraid of the Dragon Bestowing Fate Star.

He took the lead in using the Xuanyin Qi Needle to probe from a long distance, and hit several times easily.

Although the barren sand battle armor can greatly enhance the strength and defense, it has to pay the price of agility.

However, Hong Fan's basic qualities such as speed and reflexes were far behind the Chaotic Realm.

Fortunately, although the air needle is fast, the strength contained in it is weak, and it cannot penetrate the sand armor that is full of true essence in the sand world.

Gong Zi'an can obviously sense this.

"The turtle shell is quite thick."

He said jokingly, and quickly stepped close to him and threw out his long fist.

This punch came towards the door, and the speed was close to the upper limit of Hong Fan's dynamic visual capture.

Unable to intercept, he had to wrap his arms around his head to protect his head, passively defending.

The gauntlet was hit, and the sand layer exploded more than half.

【Xuan Yin's true kung fu is not good at strength, but his absolute strength still surpasses mine by [-]%...】

Hong Fan appraised in his heart, leaned forward and pulled out a right uppercut.

With Gong Zi'an's speed, it was not difficult to avoid this punch, but he also wanted to test his opponent, so he twisted his waist and pushed his elbow.

When fists and elbows met, a large cloud of sand smoke was shaken up.

Contrary to the expectations of the viewers, Hong Fan did not fall into a disadvantage in the head-to-head encounter.

Warrior Sand's movements were paused, but Gong Zi'an even slipped back half a meter.

Gein's destructive power is not only based on absolute output, but also closely related to body size.

Hong Fan was carrying Sha Jia, his weight was more than twice that of Gong Zi'an, and his inertia was much greater.

Both sides realized this instantly.

The former step forward and try to fight recklessly.

The latter uses footwork to avoid reality and make nothing.

It was just the time between Hong Fan's fist movement and Gong Zi'an's two palms at his side, making two handprints on the sand armor.

The strength was absorbed by the disintegrating sand flow, and the pain was not strong.

But two strands of Xuanyin Qi penetrated into the body, and immediately hid in the meridians.

Hong Fan's heart sank, and he turned his arm back and pulled out a powerful whip.

However, Gong Zi'an only moved his footsteps slightly, and avoided it with ease.

"Skills stop here!"

He laughed aloud, and was about to seize the opportunity to attack again, but saw the giant palm that passed by suddenly clenched.

Amidst the muffled bang, the [-]-degree hot sand on the fist armor exploded in all directions, like pear blossoms in a rainstorm.

Not very powerful, but better than dense.

Rao Gongzi'an protected the front door and retreated immediately, but was still covered by the hot wind on the back of his hands and neck, causing large areas of burns.

"Smiled."

Hong Fan turned around and said to his disgraced opponent a few steps away.

The voice was flat, but it was particularly harsh to Gong Zi'an's ears.

He pursed his lips tightly and stepped forward to attack again.

The gap in hard power is stark.

Hong Fan only defended but did not attack and tried his best to resist, but he got four punches in two breaths.

Xuanyin zhenqi penetrated through every physical contact, without doing any direct damage.

Because of this, it was extremely difficult to locate and clear just now.

For a while, Hong Fan retreated repeatedly, extremely embarrassed, so he had to wave his hands to create a cloud of sand and delay.

This is Sand World's signature method, and the members of the Gong family naturally don't know about it.

Gong Zi'an didn't want to give Hong Fan a chance to breathe, so he laughed sharply, closed his eyes and crashed into the sand without hesitation.

He is not reckless.

Since a practitioner of Xuanyin True Kungfu can detonate the true energy in the opponent's body with the eclipse, how could it be impossible to sense it?
Ever since the first long fist hit, Gong Zi'an was able to determine Hong Fan's position even with his eyes closed.

"Where are you going to retreat?"

Gong Zi'an chased after him quickly, shook off the last heavy sand curtain, and hit three steps away, hitting hard.

But when he put his foot down, his foot was empty.

[Why is there water in the martial arts arena? 】

This was the first thought in his mind.

[It's not water, it's quicksand! 】

Just thinking about it, the quicksand had already swallowed Gongzi's knees, and locked her lower body like the roots of an old tree.

The sense of danger climbed up to Tianling instantly along the spine.

Gong Zian looked at Hong Fan who was two meters away—his sand armor suddenly condensed and compacted, like accumulating power before punching.

Then, explode.

"The overlord removes his armor!"

With a low growl, Hong Fan shot dozens of sharp sand arrows from the front of the sand armor, covering the opponent completely.

No aiming, no focus spreading...

It's just going as fast as you can, and going as fast as you can!

Gong Zi'an was restricted in her position in a hurry, so she had to use all her energy to force herself to eat.

Huangsha's fury rose and fell suddenly.

Hong Fan slowly opened the distance, panting due to excessive exertion.

Gong Zi'an was hung in six places, and his clothes were mixed with red and yellow, and blood was already dripping.

Having been bullied by Hong Fan twice in a row, how could he still have the temperament of strolling around in the beginning?

On the sidelines, cheers from the Jinhai people poured into the school field like a tide.

This made Gong Zi'an even more angry.

"Hong Fan, I underestimated you!"

The profound yin zhenqi on his legs surged, instantly destroying the quicksand structure of the trap.

"Peaks of normal penetration really won't be your opponent."

Gong Zian stepped onto the ground and made a mudra with both hands.

The cheers were instantly killed.

"Eclipse."

He shouted loudly, detonating all the latent profound Yin Qi.

In the meridians of Hong Fan's whole body, more than a dozen "chaos" sprang up in an instant, and began to wreak havoc.

First, the pungent feeling appeared, and then the level rapidly deepened, turning into an indescribable pain.

Only then did he understand why Hong Sheng was forced to self-destruct before.

Most of the sand armor collapsed, and the body was sweating profusely.

Hong Fan rested his hands on his knees, breathing hard as if he was drowning, trying to adapt to the pain.

But with Gong Pengyun's lessons learned from the past, Gong Zi'an didn't say a word of nonsense, and strode forward to punish him.

At this moment, everyone thought that the outcome had been decided.

Even the senior members of the Hong family are the same.

Hong Fan has never learned burning pain, and it is impossible to learn it well.

Below the Chaos Realm, the Yanliu Jin with insufficient control cannot grasp the speed, or it cannot completely block the pain, or it will burn tissues and organs together.

Unexpectedly, after Gong Zi'an approached the five-meter range of Hong Fan, her whole body also stopped trembling suddenly, sweating profusely and almost fell to her knees.

"It's not rude to come and go!"

Hong Fan smiled bitterly, and slowly stood up straight.

Everyone was at a loss for a moment.

"I understand!"

Gao Junxia who was watching suddenly shouted.

"The wound made by the sand arrow just now left gravel, the second son is manipulating the gravel in the opponent's flesh and blood!"

Everyone wakes up.

Sand was caught in the flesh and blood wound, and the sand kept cutting like a blunt knife, and the pain it caused could be imagined.

Both sides of the duel are suffering from excruciating pain.

But the fight doesn't stop.

"Brother An, this person's sand control distance is limited, step back and use the air needle!"

Gong Pengyun, who had recovered a little, reminded loudly.

Hearing this, Gongzi An immediately staggered back.

But how could Hong Fan let him escape?

Not only did the distance between the two not widen, but it got closer and closer.

The flames of war reignited.

The style of combat becomes rough and wild—both sides are too pained to fine-tune.

The uterus cannot place the flying needle.

Hong Fan couldn't gather sand to shape.

For a while, all they could use were the most basic killing methods - Yinliu Hand and Iron Hand.

　PS: There are a lot of miscellaneous things these days, so I didn't pay much attention to the comments, and I didn't discuss with you at the end of the chapter.

　　Today, the operation officer told me that several readers in the two chapters yesterday did not like it very much. They felt that the preparation was too long and the relationship with the protagonist was too little.

　　In fact, I have always had a tendency to write group portraits-I don't bring any characters into my writing, and I often prefer supporting characters to protagonists.

　　The last book was especially serious. There were often several chapters where there was nothing about Lao Huang. Some people said that they almost forgot about the protagonist...

　　For web articles, this is extremely bad, so this book must put an end to this problem.

　　But I still want to write some memorable characters after all-and I hope every volume has them.

　　In this case, I will try to streamline the writing and ink in the supporting roles, and use the limited space to highlight the characters.

　　Hope to have a good effect.

　　In addition, although I am a new author, my mentality is fairly peaceful.

　　It doesn't matter if everyone raises books or something.

　　I may update slowly because of Kawen in the future, but it is too unlikely that my grades are not as good as expected and other reasons will make me an eunuch.

　　Writing, no matter what others say, the author must give himself an explanation.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)