Lord of the Desert

Chapter 287 Exhausted
There was only one opponent, but the eight outer disciples at the front seemed to be facing the power of heaven and earth.

Zhang Xiaohu, a new disciple, was also among them.

They were paralyzed by fear and were immediately brought down by the passing desert sand.

Hong Fan rushed to the front of the palace.

On the stone steps, there were six people in front of Qiu Jingan, divided into three rows.

The first and second true disciples reached out with their long arms, but their targets were obscured by the flow of sand in front of them.

Hong Fan broke through the sand curtain from the center line and crossed easily.

The third and fourth people used the left and right opening tablet palm method.

The power is good, but the speed is too slow.

Hong Fan hit the third person in the belly with the Fire Cloud Palm, and the sand thorn penetrated the fourth person's calf.

Passed several steps.

In the end, the two of them became anxious and used the Heart-Destroying Palm Technique.

Hong Fan did not dodge anymore, but struck out with both palms from left and right.

The true energy of the five meridians surged, sending the two high-level penetration masters flying backwards.

There is no barrier between enemies.

Hong Fan leapt up and punched out hard, his energy overflowing.

The roar of the avalanche also reached its highest level at this time.

Qiu Jing'an narrowed his eyes slightly.

Facing the fierce punches, he did not dodge, but grabbed the eldest disciple who was about to fall beside him and stopped him in front of him.

For a moment, Hong Fan hesitated.

He stopped his punches, but could not change his position, and was hit on the right shoulder by a palm from his opponent who was waiting for work.

The pain immediately spread, and Hong Fan coughed up blood, but felt refreshed.

[You are indeed the one who deserves to die! 】

Qiu Jing'an used the force to slide back a foot, and when he was waiting for an opportunity to take action, he saw the sand flow sweeping in front of him, instantly clinging to his opponent's body.

The two-and-a-half-meter-tall golden-armored giant pressed forward.

Hong Fan punched down, but was blocked with a backhand.

Qiu Jing'an pointed his fingers like swords, lightning piercing them.

This sword finger penetrated two inches into Hong Fan's waist, and was immediately stuck and locked.

The sense of crisis gripped Qiu Jing'an's heart like a palm.

Hong Fan's hand knife cut downwards, and the edge of his palm was sharpened like a blade.

A severed wrist fell to the ground.

Blood spurted like a fountain.

【Am I going to die? 】

Qiu Jing'an looked at the broken arm, his mind wandering for a moment.

Before the pain came, he already had the answer.

【I'm going to die. 】

Looking up, a giant golden fist arrived.

The head exploded like a watermelon, and red and white juices coated the sand armor.

The headless body fell backwards.

The disciples of Xingyun Temple did not dare to move anymore.

The sound of the tide gradually faded away.

Hong Fan removed his sand armor and looked in the direction of the sound.

In the distance, solid snow and fog rose and fell.

He saw the mountains shake off their long-stalled winter clothes, revealing their sharp edges in the sun.

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Hong Fan did not leave Jieqiu Mountain immediately.

Qiu Jing'an has studied palm skills all his life, and there is really something there.

The palm that just hit Hong Fan's shoulder, combined with Yinrou's inner strength, interrupted the meridians near the Zhongfu point.

This kind of injury cannot be delayed.

Hong Fan quickly went down the mountain and found the cave from before.

After a while, the brown bear, which had just come back and had not slept for long, ran out again howling.

Hong Fan sat upright in the cave, carefully combing the injury with exercises to ensure that it would not get worse.

Then after his true energy recovered, he set off to the third place.

Six hundred miles north of Ziyun Guan is the boundary of Duanjiazhuang in Boyang City.

It was just past noon when Hong Fan arrived.

There is no snow in the valley.

Boyang City is geographically further south than Xijing, and is sandwiched between two mountains, so it embraces spring early.

It has been twelve hours since Hong Fan last ate.

He had to eat something.

After walking half a circle in the forest, Hong Fan caught a deer and ate half of it roasted in the flames without seasoning.

Warriors eat a lot and are very resistant to hunger.

Hong Fan originally planned to eat the bear in Jieqiu Mountain.

But first, I borrowed someone else's hole, and second, I didn't want to fly around with a belly full of meat and consume more, so I finally gave up.

The meat of the deer is slightly fishy.

This made Hong Fan even more anxious.

He realized something was wrong with him.

Driven by rage, Hong Fan punched Qiu Jing'an in the head, making it impossible to interrogate him about the whereabouts of the three Ao family members.

He never made this mistake.

So Hong Fan forced himself to meditate patiently and did not leave the forest until around eight o'clock in the evening.

At this time, the Chongmai has been opened to [-]%.

Standing on the mountainside, he cast his gaze.

The mountains and forests are dark.

The long night is like a curtain.

Only Zhuangzi in the valley burned a corner with a lamp.

Hong Fan walked toward the lights and heard a misty sound coming from deep in the wind, as if the mountains were whimpering.

The darkness had weight.

Breathing was a bit laborious.

Although he didn't want to admit it, Hong Fan knew that he was tired.

Not just the body, but also the soul.

He had not slept well for more than ten days since the Lantern Festival.Violent mood swings are even more draining.

Duanjiazhuang is right in front of you.

Young men holding lanterns could vaguely be seen patrolling the night.

There was a voice in Hong Fan's head.

[Infiltration, assassination, torture. 】

It is reason that speaks.

However, he immediately felt strong disgust and was forced to push the thought out of his mind.

It was precisely because Zhan Yuanzi died of a shameful assassination.

That’s why revenge must be open and honest and witnessed by others.

Hong Fan exhaled deeply, walked straight into Zhuangzi along the main road, and called the door in front of the Duan family.

"Liangzhou Zhangwuyuan Tiqi Hongfan wants to see Duan Licheng."

In the dark night, lights lit up one by one.

Those who come are not good, and those who are good don't.

At this time, You Tiqi came to the door, and Duan Licheng knew the seriousness of the matter better than anyone else.

Unlike Zeng Daoqi, he immediately prepared for the worst.

So the place where the two parties met was actually Duan's martial arts arena.

Torches crackled and danced.

"Why are you here?"

Duan Licheng asked.

By the light, he could see the blood stains on Hong Fan's knees, arms, and front.

"When a ghost knocks on your door in the middle of the night, why don't you think about your regrets?"

Hong Fan laughed.

"To make a fool of yourself!"

A middle-aged man said.

He is as tall as Duan Licheng, and his cultivation in the Huran Realm can be seen in his movements.

Duan Licheng stopped the tribesmen.

"Your Excellency, you may wish to explain."

He summoned his last bit of luck and said.

"Asahi Mansion, Zhan Yuanzi."

Hong Fan squeezed out six words through his teeth.

Duan Licheng was silent.

The wind blows too much.

The light reflected the Duan banner on the sidelines.

The flag held the wind again.

"Do you want to take me or kill me?"

Duan Licheng asked, his momentum weakening.

Hong Fan didn't answer immediately.

"Do you know the whereabouts of the three Ao family members?"

He asked rhetorically.

"do not know."

Duan Licheng replied.

"Now that it's reached this point, I have no reason to hide it for them."

This is sincere.

"it is good."

Hong Fan nodded.

"Then I'm here to kill you."

There was a commotion in the Duan family crowd.

Many words reached Hong Fan's ears.

"Rubber talk."

"He is Tiqi..."

"I can't do it either!"

The momentum intensified until it was interrupted by Duan Licheng's scolding.

"quiet."

He hesitated for a moment, glanced at the tribesmen, took two steps forward, opened his collar and shouted at Hong Fan.

"I won't fight back, just come and kill me!"

His bearded face had turned red.

But in this situation, the patriarch’s words don’t count anymore.

"No."

Another old man with a half-white beard stepped out of the crowd.

Hong Fan could see that he also had the first level of cultivation.

"If a boy kills the head of the family in our martial arts arena tonight, it will break the backbone of our family!"

"How can people with the surname Duan practice swordsmanship in the future?"

The crowd was in complete excitement.

They spread out in all directions, surrounding Tiqi in the center.

"what do you say?"

Hong Fan asked Duan Licheng quietly.

"Stop talking nonsense, just come here!"

A penetrating swordsman replied for the latter.

Duan Licheng took the ring-backed sword from his clansman.

Now that things have come to this, he has rekindled his hope of living half-heartedly.

One is at the peak level, two are at the lowest level, fourteen are at the highest level, and there are also eighteen mortal archers who are long-range threats.

Hong Fan faced a siege of 35 people.

He closed his eyes slightly and sighed softly.

"The barren sand is ruthless, don't complain!"

The sand-cast battle armor was draped from the ground.

(End of this chapter)