Lord of the Desert

Chapter 262 Lianyun Hand

With force on his toes, Hong Fan jumped two meters.

The right leg was raised, aiming at the opponent's side ribs, and the hips were wide open.

Wang Jinglong narrowed his eyes slightly, and closed his arms to the left.

Seeing this, Hong Fan changed his legwork from the middle to the upper.

If it were Liu Xingxian, he would definitely be recruited.

But Wang Jinglong, as the head of the Fubo Gang, is good at fighting, so he naturally spared his strength.

The instep hit the forearm, and there was a bang.

Hong Fan paused, while his opponent slid half a step back.

Just as the two sides were recovering, Sand World launched.

In the blind spot behind Wang Jinglong, a cloud of sand sprang up and covered his head and face.

This move should be a hit.

But when the sand ball got close to half a meter away, it suddenly exploded in the air.

Hong Fan's face remained unchanged, but he was surprised.

He retracted his legs and stepped down, shaking the ground.

The dense sand curtain was pulled up and rushed forward.

Hong Fan made progress to catch up, and was about to make a move when he heard a burst of anger.

The entire sand wall was pushed back.

"interesting……"

Hong Fan praised in a low voice, raised his leg to replace his palm, and blasted out a cloud of fire.

The sand curtain was disintegrated by the flames.

Pulling his legs to the highest point, he slashed down like an ax after gaining momentum, but Wang Jinglong spun around to avoid it.

The two exchange places.

"Are you a small and flawless realm?"

Hong Fan asked.

"The killing method is extraordinary."

It is not easy for a martial artist in the strength realm to evenly shake back the sand curtain just now with his true energy.

He thought about Tiqi's colleagues in turn, and only felt that Lu Yunshi's Hunyuan energy was a little possible.

"In front of Mr. Hong, it's not worth mentioning."

Wang Jinglong said modestly, his smile was fleeting.

With Hong Fan's current reputation in Xijing, a verbal evaluation can already be regarded as an honor by second- and third-rate warriors.

"I underestimated Hall Master Wang."

Hong Fan replied, completely serious.

He already didn't think much of the warriors in the Chaos Realm; at the beginning of the fight, he kept losing the opponent's mind in just one round.

But this "Yi Shi" is obviously not comparable to those of the aristocratic families in Xijing City - it should be noted that Bai Taiping looks very good-looking, and he might not be able to beat the bones with three strikes.

The soil is dehydrated.

The sand flow clings to the upper cast armor, which bulges and shrinks like breathing.

Hong Fan slid and threw out his long fist.

This fist is very fast, it is difficult to dodge it.

Wang Jinglong instinctively slapped his palms.

Fist and palm were about to catch, Hong Fan twisted his ankle and stopped suddenly.

The rhythm is staggered.

Wang Jinglong slapped the air with his palm.

Behind Sha Jia, thunder exploded, and continued to exert strength.

Boxing business has been Hong Fan's forte since he was a boxing fan in his last life.

But after having a life star, he has experienced many battles and can almost always win with hard power.

It has been more than half a year since I became Tiqi.

It was the first time for Hong Fan to use the technique of rhythm change in battle.

The wind pressure returned.

There seems to be no obstacle between the two.

But in front of the fist, there was still an invisible object blocking it, and it exploded suddenly.

Hong Fan took a step back.

If he hadn't been wearing sand armor, he would have been injured.

"Can you keep true energy from leaving your body?"

Hong Fan asked, realizing the key to the opponent's killing method.

"Qingzhou Wang's unique skill 'Lianyun Shou', I'm laughing at you."

Wang Jinglong was slightly impressed.

During the brief confrontation between the two sides, the boat had already left the shore and was heading towards the midstream with the wind.

Seeing all this from the corner of his eye, Wang Jinglong breathed a sigh of relief.

Gathering his mind, he launched an attack suddenly, turned around and ran away when Hong Fan shrunk his defense.

From the very beginning, Wang Jinglong never thought of fighting to the end.

The other party was Tiqi, and the Fubo gang didn't even dare to do anything serious, let alone murder.

What's more, there is a clear difference in combat power between the two.

Hong Fan has long been famous in Xijing, and the information that can be collected has been searched by the Fubo Gang.

Since the fight, Wang Jinglong has consciously guarded against killing methods such as sand mayfly, Shunbu, and sand flow knife.

But even with the advantage of intelligence, the situation is still just a delay.

The leader wanted to run, but Hong Fan started to chase after him.

"I'll take people, you intercept the boat!"

With a shout, he set off a gust of sand and left the battle group.

The four have cooperated for a long time, and their tacit understanding has gradually deepened.

Zhan Yuanzi slashed horizontally with his long sword, and took over Zhuang Shaoyuan, who was of similar cultivation.

Wu Ruyi freed her hands, dodged and jumped, and escaped from the encirclement like a butterfly wearing flowers.

Frost gathered under her feet.

Step onto the river, land on your feet, touch the water to make ice.

Jiang Tao opened up.

Wu Ruyi flew over the waves, chasing after the boat.

In the dry forest, fallen leaves are flying.

The two ran away.

Wang Jinglong's cultivation base has obvious advantages, and his normal speed is faster.

But he took into account Hong Fan's Shunpo, so he had to keep Lian Yun behind him to delay him.

The sandstorm blows over the tree, like a boning knife, causing continuous explosions.

In a blink of an eye, hundreds of meters passed by.

Although the two sides did not fight directly, the consumption was not much.

"Mr. Hong, why do you have to force me so hard?"

While flying over, Wang Jinglong raised his voice to beg.

His speech was dry, as if there was a charcoal fire in his throat.

This time, Hong Fan remained silent and only focused on "sweeping mines".

The distance is getting closer, and the woods are coming to an end.

In Wang Jinglong's heart, heaven and man are at war.

He knew that Hong Fan could fly, so there was no way out for him to escape blindly.

Gritting his teeth, Wang Jinglong turned around and wanted to fight again.

At this moment, the sound of thunderclaps of horseshoes suddenly sounded nearby.

Withered leaves rolled up like flying dragons.

The tiger-eater rushed out with a roar.

Majestic and majestic, no matter what, it seems that he came prepared.

Wang Jinglong's pupils constricted, his palms stretched out, and he was about to retreat.

How can there be time?
The contact between the two sides triggered a series of thunderous gas explosions.

Wang Jinglong was knocked into the air and stuck to the tree trunk for a moment before falling down.

Hong Qi, who had not yet counted breaths on the stage, rolled out obliquely and fell on the ground.

Hong Fan approached with a few steps.

Under the tree, Wang Jinglong vomited blood while holding his chest, and broke several bones.

Just as Hong Fan cut off the opponent's Qi veins, he heard movement behind him.

On the plowed black soil, Hong Qi was shaking his head, moaning as if asking for credit.

It's a pity that the body hadn't stood upright yet, it stretched its legs, straightened up and fell down again.

Hong Fan's heart skipped a beat, and he hurried forward to check.

Hong Qi's body was dripping with blood, his breathing was still steady, and his injuries were actually not serious.

It turned out that it was just dizzy.

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After a few minutes.

Hong Fan took Wang Jinglong back to Niuyinbo.

The strife on the shore has ceased.

Underworld hero Zhuang Shaoyuan was injured and fatigued, while the rest of the Fubo gang crouched on the ground with their heads in their hands, waiting for Zhan and Bai to deal with them.

On the river, a cargo ship is moored in the center of the river bend, being ruthlessly eaten by water and fire from both ends.

Five to sixty meters away from the shore, there is a piece of thin ice floating.

Wu Ruyi stood on it, holding the steward of the Fubo Gang in her hand, seeing that the cargo ship sank more than half, she was at a loss what to do.

The four reunited on the shore.

Things are not complicated.

Seeing that Tiqi was about to catch up, the boat suddenly caught fire, and immediately jumped off the boat and ran away with more than a dozen people.

Only the steward didn't have the ability to swim in winter, so he was rescued (taken) by Wu Ruyi.

The fire was so fierce, obviously either kerosene was used or gunpowder was prepared.

Things are done here, whether good or bad, it is a foregone conclusion.

Hong Fan waved his hand and shot a loud arrow.

Not long after, dozens of government officials came along the dirt road.

The leader wears a soft-footed headband, has a goatee, and holds a folding fan in winter.

This person's name is Heng Wei, who is most trusted by Jin Ziming among the staff of the Governor's Mansion, and was recommended to Hong Fan by Jian Siyuan two days ago.

(End of this chapter)