Lord of the Desert

Chapter 239
High frequency knives have always been good at cutting hard objects - in a way, the harder they cut, the better.

However, the method of "cumulative vibration resulting in fatigue" is the most difficult to use in the face of materials with strong elasticity and low hardness.

Here at the sandball, however, it's not even a matter of elasticity.

Thousands of grains of fine sand are not a whole at all.

The vibration energy is easily consumed by the collision and friction between the gravel and converted into heat energy.

And what Hong Fan wanted now was heat energy.

After locking the weapon, Yanliu Jin rolled out, and with Jiang Wenbai's own efforts, the broken iron was heated to [-] degrees in an instant.

The high temperature reduces the quality of the long sword base material.

Then, a more powerful hum resounded through the tall building.

The Shaliu knife flew from the fingertips and hit the narrow blade of the broken iron.

Sparks fly like dragons.

There was a sharp "ding".

Jiang Wenbo lightened his hand suddenly, and finally rolled out.

But the broken iron half body was still trampled on the spot.

His mysterious sword was actually broken.

"Assigned."

Hong Fan laughed long.

"You are not good at this sword, buy a good one next time."

The uproar rose.

Jiang Wenbo stood there in a daze, feeling an unprecedented sense of disillusionment.

With the six meridians of Hunran against the four meridians of Hunran, and with the power of a magic weapon, he couldn't survive three rounds.

He couldn't accept it.

Ke broke the sword in his hand, and the impact hole piercing through the stage three meters away made it difficult for him to defend.

Since the killing method just now can easily break broken iron, it can naturally penetrate flesh and blood.

"I lost……"

Jiang Wenbo said with difficulty.

As soon as these words came out, it was like a stream of blood poured from the soles of his feet to Tianling, blurring the light from the high place and making him dizzy and tinnitus.

"What kind of martial arts killing method did you use?"

Jiang Wenbo asked dejectedly.

The answer came from above.

"He doesn't use martial arts..."

"That's the Fate Star Sand World!"

The sound came from the fourth floor of the main building, and it was loud and loud, causing the whole audience to whisper.

"After Ma Jingsha died, Mingxing said that he stayed in Jinhai."

"You call yourself Jinhai Hongfan, so you must be the new Sand World Star Master!"

The speaker stood on the railing, in the middle of the lights, a tall and thin man in a purple robe and a high crown and belt.

But it was at the same seat as Liu Xingxian.

"As expected."

Hong Fan looked at him, nodded and replied.

"It's such a sand world, I didn't expect the third Xingjun to come to Xijing."

The purple-robed young man praised, with an arrogance visible to the naked eye.

"But you didn't explain in advance before the competition, but you owe a point of candor!"

What he said was convincing, and suddenly he was biased.

Hong Fan just smiled.

"This statement is absurd."

"Before fighting with me, Mr. Jiang didn't say what skills he practiced, and he has the advantage of weapons."

The purple-robed son shook his head.

"No, no, who doesn't know about the Jiang family's "Desolation Code"?"

"Furthermore, Broken Tie has always been Wen Bai's accompanying soldier, so it's fair and square!"

Upstairs became more and more noisy, many people echoed.

Jiang Wenbai's complexion changed slightly, and he seemed to have second thoughts about the outcome.

"I'm from Jinhai, and I've heard the Ten Classics of Dahua, but I really don't know the Jiang family's "Desolation Code"!"

Hong Fan sneered.

"As for being honest..."

He looked at the purple-robed man and laughed.

"The Fate Star was given by Zulong, why don't you go and mention some of his old man, and let you know before choosing Xingjun in the future?"

The discussion fell silent for a moment.

Even the sons of aristocratic families, no one can take these words.

Using Zulong as a talking head, and replacing it with ordinary people, will arouse public outrage.

But Hong Fan is Xingjun, chosen by Zulong himself, it is difficult for others to accuse him of being disrespectful.

"Send me a kind word."

Hong Fan said, driving the sand flow to capture the hydrangea.

"If you lose with your hands, you can't win with your mouth!"

Jiang Wenbo pursed his lips.

He suppressed his emotions, hastily bowed to Master Lu Yun, turned around and went back upstairs.

"It's over."

Hong Fan looked at Lu Yunshi and blamed him slightly.

The latter dared not meet his gaze.

The hydrangea was thrown out and fell into Lu Yunshi's arms.

Then he was bounced into the air by a force of energy.

Hong Fan frowned, seeing the purple-robed young man who had spoken just now flew into the arena from the fourth floor with his sleeves fluttering.

This person is about 25 or [-] years old, standing in the center of the stage, and his gestures are indeed extraordinary.

It's a pity that it looks a little different.

"It's not over yet, let's go slowly."

He turned around and called Hong Fan.

"Wen Bo fights two rounds with one against two."

"You have to fight me again, it's only fair!"

Hong Fan sighed.

He had never seen such an arrogant person.

This purple-robed young man and Jiang Wenbai were not at the same table, and it is not obvious how deep their friendship is - it is nothing more than a bit of a loss in words, but there are so many twists and turns.

"I have something to say first, I don't know you, and I don't know your family's martial arts."

Hong Fan stopped and stabbed.

"Xijing Bai family, Bai Taiping."

The purple-robed man said proudly.

"Practice the family biography "Pan Shi Dian"."

Hong Fan's face remained unchanged.

He really had never heard of this person, and he didn't know about the Panshi Code.

However, someone upstairs has already introduced him.

"Thank you, Brother Bai, for your help!"

Jiang Wenbo cupped his hands excitedly on the third floor.

"Hong Fan, Shixiong Bai broke into the realm of sympathy between heaven and man at the end of last summer. He fought against 'Falling River Dragon' Ao Zhiji in February this year, but lost."

As soon as this remark came out, Zhan Yuanzi, Bai Jiaci and others upstairs all became serious.

Ao Zhiji and Hong Fan knew about it.

The parent and son of Ao Fuwei, the leader of the Fubo Gang, was on the Tianjiao list at the end of last year, and his combat power was at least Shi Yuanwei's level.

It's just that I don't know what the weight of "lost defeat" in Jiang Wenbo's mouth is.

On the other side, Bai Taiping became more and more self-confident when someone else told him about his glorious achievements.

"Hong Fan, you come from a poor family in front of you, and it's hard to get rid of the vulgar air."

He taught seriously.

"The way of martial arts is not only about victory or defeat - the body of martial arts is self-contained, and the way of killing shows grace."

"You just fought for victory with small means, and you have already fallen behind!"

In the three-sided building, there were actually many children from aristocratic families nodding their heads repeatedly when they heard the words.

Hong Fan was speechless for a moment.

"I'll wait for Tiqi Wuxun to take it right away. One wrong step is life and death. It's not as good as your Wenxiu's babbling and pretentiousness."

He didn't have a good air, and his words were sharper.

Anyway, he has been regarded as a barbarian.

The eight words "babbling, pretentious" made Bai Taiping feel a little heavy.

"Oh, the summer insects are beyond words!"

He stood with his hands behind his back.

"The mere matter of dancing prostitutes is not worth my shot, so the hydrangea will belong to Lu Laosan."

"Hong Fan, if you lose, I want you to serve tea and apologize, and take back what you just said."

"If you win, I will stay away from Tiqi when I see Tiqi in the future!"

Bai Taiping said, mobilizing his true energy.

"Let you do three tricks, and then I will teach you what is noble and graceful..."

"Let's move in!"

The moon is in the sky.

The wind is soothing, and Jiang Tao is slightly quiet.

"Elegant and elegant, I am looking forward to it."

Hong Fan laughed softly, his eyes reflected the moon, and he bowed slightly.

The sand flow attached to the cast armor, and it swelled slightly, as if breathing.

The airflow rolled, blowing out little ripples in the square channel of the stage.

ps: Two chapters are released in succession today, so the emotions can be more coherent.

(End of this chapter)