Lord of the Desert

Chapter 266

Doucao Street has always been a busy place in Xijing.

At the crossroads here, cars and horses come and go, and pedestrians are like weaving.

Hong Fan and the others were about to turn around when they suddenly heard the wind.

But one person jumped off the roof beside the street and blocked the road.

This is a young man.

His facial features are delicate, he is dressed in a navy blue military uniform, and his expression is restrained and confident.

"I take the liberty to block the way, but I hope you will forgive me."

He said loudly, bowing his hands to the four of them.

Then he introduced himself to Hong Fan alone.

"Young Master Hong, we meet for the second time."

"Under Ao Zhiji."

The man only said his name.

Just like in Xijing City, everyone should know these three words.

The same is true.

The crowded crowd at the entrance of Doucao Street was originally impatient after being blocked, but when they heard the names of Hong Fan and Ao Zhiji, the noise suddenly died down, and they stopped on their own initiative.

"I didn't expect to formally meet Brother Ao on such an occasion."

Hong Fan squeezed out a very shallow smile.

He knew that the "first meeting" mentioned by the other party should be the last time it was placed on the third list.

At that time, the two were upstairs and downstairs, and they must have become the scenery in each other's eyes.

After greeting, Hong Fan's smile turned cold.

"After crossing the Xianzun Bridge, I always felt that someone was spying on me. It must be Brother Ao following me all the way?"

he asked loudly.

"It's ashamed to say that I hide my head and show my tail, but it's my servant."

Ao Zhiji replied.

"I was sitting on a whale rider, and I saw four people walking across the bridge quickly, wearing civilian clothes but carrying swords, so I was curious."

"Young Master Hong was originally a famous figure in Xijing, so I want to see who got into your misfortune again this time."

He smiled wryly as he spoke, and asked a question suddenly.

"I guess the four of you are going to the stubborn stone alley in Doucao Street?"

No one answered, but Ao Zhiji still got the answer.

"I wanted to watch other people's excitement, but I didn't expect it to be someone else's excitement."

He sighed.

"Can the four wait for half an hour?"

"Please make way."

Hong Fan's voice was deep and his speech was extremely fast.

"Eldest Young Master Liu can't even ask you to give me face, and I really can't."

Ao Zhiji nodded helplessly.

"But today's matter is very relevant, but it is necessary to risk it."

"To tell you the truth, Ao has always admired Mr. Hong's talent. He thought it would be a year or two before we met."

"I didn't expect to advance to today."

"It's a lot less interesting."

Words are full of pity.

Hong Fan ignored it.

"Tiqi is doing things, I advise you to think clearly."

He glanced at the blocked streets around him, his voice was completely cold.

"I can't think more clearly."

Ao Zhiji glanced at the four of them.

"With all the audience, Ao Mou strongly invites four of you to discuss. Although there is a mistake, it must not be the bad list in the previous episode."

The words have come to this point, and there is nothing good to say.

Hong Fan made a gesture.

The remaining three dispersed, forming a siege.

The two sides looked at each other to make a move.

The common people in Xijing are obviously very adaptable to this situation.

They spread out skillfully, leaving thousands of square meters of space at the intersection.

Squat down in the front row, short in the middle, tiptoe in the back...

As the crowd went further, many people rushed to the second floor on the side of the street, just to get a good view from the window.

Surrounded by four people, Ao Zhiji still looked relaxed.

"It doesn't take half an hour to discuss it, how about a quarter of an hour?"

He spoke out for the last time.

"Jiaolong blocked the way, everyone retreated a little bit, presumably it will not be difficult to explain?"

Responding to him was the unsheathed sword, and the sandstorm that rolled back and spread out.

Ao Zhiji didn't speak anymore, his face was completely silent.

Infuriating diffuse.

Nothing seems to have changed in the middle of the street.

But all the onlookers felt that the north wind was more bitingly cold and it was more difficult to breathe.

In charge of Sand World, Hong Fan saw it more clearly.

The water vapor from the sky gathers here, and the humidity is saturated in an instant.

At the same time, his sand control ability was also suppressed, and he lost his precise sensing of the surrounding sand and gravel.

It is recorded in the Tianjiao list that the father and son of the Ao family studied the "Jie Shui Dian".

It seems to be a little-known martial art.

But at this moment, Hong Fan can confirm that the level of "Jie Shui Dian" is very high, even far higher than the upper limit of "Cloud Drops of Ice Condensation Code" and "Shenxing Dian" which are the middle and high grades of Yuanci respectively.

In front of Ao Zhiji, a translucent water film condensed.

"Four, please advise."

After the words fell, he snapped his fingers.

The ripples spread out in circles and exploded outward.

Water is the softest thing in the world.

At this moment, it is mixed with innate aura, its nature changes, and it flies at high speed like steel.

Hong Fan set up the sand shield, stopped the attack and pushed it five meters away, and then the potholes collapsed and it was difficult to continue.

In the other three directions, the three Tiqi showed their special abilities.

Bai Jiaci lowered his center of gravity, ran with his limbs on the ground like a beast, and dodged dexterously.

Zhan Yuanzi stabbed straight with his sword, divided the water droplets with the tip of the sword, and twisted his wrist to break it up.

Wu Ruyi is the most direct.

As soon as the freezing air condensed into ice, it shattered on the chest casually.

But Ao Zhiji was the fastest among the five.

He has always been self-confident, but not conceited. He knows very well that the total combat power of the four Tiqi is stronger than himself.

To defeat the strong with the weak, you have to rely on the strong to bully the weak many times.

In the art of war, the so-called defeat each.

The first target is Bai Jiaci who is farthest from Hong Fan.

The distance of ten meters is fleeting.

Bai Jiaci stays calm in the face of the enemy, slashing with his sword horizontally.

Ao Zhiji formed seals with both hands.

The atmosphere suddenly changed.

The water vapor condensed, suddenly liquefied in the air, and poured into Bai Jiaci's nasal cavity.

It's not just about suffocation.

The water entering the lung lobes, trachea, and bronchi is extremely unbearable to the human body, hindering breathing, and triggering stress reactions such as vomiting and coughing.

It's like waterboarding from another world.

Bai Jiaci's saber tendons were scattered in an instant, and he only relied on willpower to press forward.

The horizontal knife was cut apart by the knuckles.

As they intersected, Ao Zhiji hit his opponent's neck with his horizontal palm.

The Qi channel and artery were cut off at the same time, Bai Jiaci's eyes turned black, he leaned over and fell limp, and rolled out.

From the start of the battle to the fall of No.1, it took almost only one breath.

Without verbal communication, the encirclement of the Tiqis changed accordingly.

Zhan Yuanzi turned to the left line, and Wu Ruyi walked to the right, each of them became more and more awe-inspiring.

There was at least one piece of information about Bai Jiaci's fall.

The close combat with Ao Zhiji requires holding your breath.

On the middle line of the battlefield, Hong Fan's sand armor took shape, and he took half a step forward.

Fifteen meters away, he made eye contact with Ao Zhiji.

Thunder is coming.

Shunbu was about to send, but suddenly stopped.

The corner of Gein Street was instantly shrouded in thick fog.

Hong Fan suppressed his dryness, not daring to act rashly.

Shunpo has innate high-level explosive power, and its power is comparable to the ultimate move of a sympathetic warrior.

But Hong Fan was limited by his cultivation, so he didn't have the corresponding control and nerve reflexes.

Every time he makes a move, he pre-sets the process-where to cut, how to cut-and then executes it with inertia.

Quite similar to the skill released by clicking in the previous game, it cannot be changed.

Once the vision is limited, Shunpo may not only injure his teammates, but also easily injure himself.

In the mist, words came.

"Mr. Hong, what Ao said before is not empty words."

"I don't think much of the martial arts of my colleagues in Xijing."

"Your Excellency's killing skills are amazing, and Ao Mou sighs that it is not as good as..."

The sound source drifts left and right, hollow and distorted.

The sandstorm swirls and spreads again, scattered in the mist.

Hong Fan tried his best to drive the power of the mission star, but still couldn't tell the opponent's position.

In the past, relying on sand flow, perception was his advantage.

It was the first time to be suppressed to such an extent.

(End of this chapter)