Lord of the Desert

Chapter 267
Sand Fengyi was heavily involved in the water mist, and immediately lost control and lost contact.

But Hong Fan continued to try.

Because the erosion of sand and water is mutual.

It seems that he and Ao Zhiji haven't fought each other, but in fact, they have been consuming each other since the beginning.

Zhan Yuanzi was trapped in the fog and also lost his vision.

According to common sense, as the weakest of the three, he would be the next target.

The stabbing sword is held horizontally.

While thinking about it, there was a sudden sound of rain patting behind his head, and Zhan Yuanzi turned around and slapped him.

The mist rolled, dispersed and gathered again, and it was unknown whether it hit or not.

On the other hand, Wu Ruyi was unavoidably impatient.

Bai Jiaci lost without any results.

If Zhan Yuanzi gave it for nothing, he could almost declare the mission a failure.

After all, the opponent is "Falling Dragon".

Fortunately, the "Cloud Drop Ice Condensation Code" she practiced is also a water movement method.

True Qi flows at high speed.

The cold air diffused through the body, freezing the water mist.

The huge temperature difference imparts kinetic energy to the stationary atmosphere, creating an upward cyclone.

Wu Ruyi moved with flying steps, her whole body was wrapped in ice debris, bringing up a blue wake.

The vision is slightly clearer.

After the fog, Ao Zhiji's figure approaching at high speed was revealed.

Count the water darts and shoot them first.

Wu Ruyi tipped her toes obliquely, stepped on Yundita, and her whole body spiraled horizontally.

The frosty white fingertips condense instantly.

Stretch the arm and cut it sideways.

Ao Zhiji greeted him with a straight fist.

The solid ice burst open, and crystallized flowers bloomed.

The two passed by.

This kind of close combat is exactly what "Cloud Drop Ice Condensation Code" is best at.

Wu Ruyi spun around in the air, her true energy gushing out.

Within a radius of several meters, the water vapor instantly condensed into an ice cloud, and then rolled back to her feet, turning into pedals.

Bend your legs and exert your strength.

But it doesn't have the usual sense of solidity.

[Yun Dita was disintegrated. 】

Wu Ruyi's thoughts flashed.

"Ice comes from water, how difficult is it to solve?"

The sound just hit my ears.

The figure has pressed in front of him.

A finger popped out, and tapped between Wu Ruyi's eyebrows.

She lost her eyes and fell to the ground.

Under the cover of exposed ice, he quietly bullied Zhan Yuanzi.

The tip of the sword points straight, and the iron is decorated with ice patterns.

"Tianxin Induction Chapter" has average combat power, but the effect is mysterious.

Just now Zhan Yuanzi knew inexplicably that the battlefield was here.

A sword hit, with bleeding light.

Ao Zhiji's right shoulder was pierced.

The mist dissipated.

At the intersection of Doucao Avenue, there were only two people standing.

"This sword has a name."

Ao Zhiji said to Zhan Yuanzi who was bleeding from the corner of his mouth and unable to recover.

"But if you don't continue to fight against Sand World, you will definitely not be able to stab me."

He drew out a narrow and sharp rapier with his backhand and held it in his left hand.

Ao Zhiji turned to Hong Fan again.

"Master Hong, don't worry, it's just a discussion, Ao has his own discretion."

Seeing Hong Fan's serious face, he smiled easily.

"The superfluous people have been eliminated, only you and me are left."

Ao Zhiji danced a sword flower and looked directly at it.

"I have [-]% of the strength left in my right arm, and my innate aura will also be exhausted."

"Such a one-on-one, shouldn't it be considered taking advantage of Mr. Hong?"

He asked, seemingly sincerely.

However, Hong Fan felt sick to his stomach when he saw this martial arts arrogance.

"Ridiculous."

He dropped the word four.

Behind Ao Zhi's fuselage, several streams of sand shot up from the ground, encircling him quietly towards the back of his head.

It's a pity that even one foot closer, it was soaked in water vapor, unable to release it.

"This trick is called Sand Mayfly, right?"

Ao Zhi asked with a smile without looking back.

Hong Fan opened his hand and released the Fire Cloud Palm.

The stream of flames pressed across, hit the water shield, and a large white mist evaporated.

The sound of footsteps approaching from far away.

A ray of silver light pierced through the mist, pointed directly at the door, and was clamped by Hong Fan's backhand.

At this moment, the water mist disappeared abruptly, converging on the sword body which was difficult to advance.

On the tip of the sword, the water-condensed edge stretched forward, soaring ten inches between the fingers, piercing the correspondingly thickened helmet visor.

"What a barren sand battle armor!"

Ao Zhiji praised.

Hong Fan ignored it.

He pushed aside the long sword, swung his palm up and down, hit Ao Zhiji's forearm, and instantly boiled the water layer attached to it.

"This move must be 'Scorching Sand'? You used it in the battle with Tongguang Gongzi'an."

The corners of Ao Zhiji's mouth curled up.

"It seems that you really understand me."

As Hong Fan said, he stepped up to ascend the dragon, rubbing his opponent's jaw with a heavy punch and hitting the air.

"Of course!"

Ao Zhiji laughed loudly.

"There is also the first-rank killing method Shayi, and the second-rank killing method Shaliu Knife..."

He pierced the side of the sand giant with a backhand sword.

Water vapor penetrated, peeling off large pieces of sand armor.

"Since you led the team to arrest Wang Mincai, you have been under the eyes and ears of this gang."

Ao Zhiji lowered his voice.

The stabbing sword slashed down and got stuck in the sand armor on the right arm.

The words don't stop.

"The Yaohe River is raging, and every year the water crosses endlessly."

The mouth of the sword is getting deeper and the voice is getting louder.

"Hong Fan, you only have one sail..."

"Little sampan, how can it defeat the dragon?!"

Asking questions like a wave, rolling through the crowd.

The sand giant made a flat hook with his left fist and smashed into the suspended water shield.

The fist armor was instantly melted away by half.

"Makes sense."

Hong Fan was condescending, looking down at Ao Zhiji.

The stalemate was short.

It was immediately interrupted by a sudden thunderclap.

More than a dozen sand-made shotguns traveled a distance of three feet at an initial velocity of nearly 300 meters per second, biting into flesh and blood.

Ao Zhiji was shocked all over, and his wild expression froze.

He staggered half a step back, and saw that his lower abdomen was like a shower, with more than a dozen tiny blood columns gushing out.

The water-dissolving infuriating energy circulates extremely quickly, and the bleeding is quickly stopped.

At the crossroads there was a clamor again—everyone knew that the battle was over.

The shotgun softened and slowly flowed out from the wound in the form of sand.

Ao Zhiji knew that his opponent saved his life.

"What kind of killing method is this?"

He gasped heavily and asked in a low voice.

"No name yet, maybe 'Sandshot' or something?"

Hong Fan replied, scattered the barren sand armor.

"All my masters who killed Fa Ao are so precious. I was at a loss what to do, so I had to create a new one on the spot."

The sound reached everyone's ears.

There was an instant silence.

Ao Zhiji was shocked, but he was dumbfounded.

"Master Ao said earlier that you don't have many martial arts in Xijing."

Hong Fan laughed loudly.

"I admire the brilliance of "Jie Shui Dian"."

"Just is it possible that, in the eyes of those who are really talented, apart from the martial arts left by the predecessors, brother Ao actually has no talent?"

Ao Zhiji's face turned red when he heard this, his lips trembled for a while, but he couldn't speak.

The atmosphere was dull and anxious.

The earliest laughter came from Zhan Yuanzi who was sitting on the ground.

He slapped the ground while laughing maniacally, and soon turned to coughing due to his poor breath.

With him taking the lead, the onlookers couldn't bear it any longer, and burst into laughter.

Under such overwhelming laughter, Ao Zhiji finally couldn't stand it anymore, and fell to the ground and passed out, not knowing if he was really pretending.

Hong Fan pulled Zhan Yuanzi up, stabilized his injury with true energy, and then revived his teammates one by one.

"How to deal with this guy?"

Zhan Yuanzi retrieved the stabbing sword from Ao Zhiji's hand and asked.

"Naturally bring him along."

Hong Fan replied.

"What kind of arrogance is not arrogance, lawless, take it back to a dark prison for a few days before we talk about it."

As he said, he grabbed Ao Zhiji by the back of his neck and lifted it like he was catching a chicken.

The crowd got out of the way, watched the four go away, and turned into the stubborn stone alley.

At the intersection, the flow of people resumed moving, but the discussion continued for a long time.

Xijing people are well-informed, and it is not uncommon for them to win or lose in the list of Tianjiao.

But for so many years, it was the first one to be fainted by anger.

(End of this chapter)