Lord of the Desert

Chapter 288

The horns and bows startle the strings.

A hail of arrows broke the stalemate.

More than a dozen of them were all equipped with sand armor, but they did not cause any damage.

Hong Fan looked coldly at the Duan family disciples who were slowly surrounding them.

He never paid attention to the big sword and short spear in the latter's hand.

The Huangsha War Armor was rated as second-grade in the Zhangwuyuan, but that was mainly based on the duel between warriors.

In a group battle where the strong bullies the weak, it is undoubtedly the best.

When the first sword struck, Hong Fan did not dodge.

The edge of the blade ate half an inch into the sand armor, and the sound was mute.

The knife hand was about to retreat, but was grabbed by the shoulder and thrown to the ground.

[Not fatal, but enough to disrupt its combat capabilities. 】

Hong Fan acted out his will and knocked down the second man with another round of sharp arrows.

"My sand armor ignores hidden arrows and has no blind spots."

He declared loudly, trying to undermine the opponent's fighting spirit.

I feel compassion, but I am not too arrogant.

Before his true energy was exhausted, Hong Fan was confident that he was invincible when facing an opponent whose cultivation level was lower than his own.

"That A is alive, shoot him in the eye!"

The response was the command of the archer leader.

Arrows suppress, covering the real temptation.

Hong Fan heard several wind noises at the same time.

Duan Licheng leads the body in front, with knife wheels on the left and right sides.

In one breath, the enemy group advanced and retreated from all directions, delivering more than a dozen horizontal and vertical slashes.

"This person's armor has its upper limit. It can only prevent death in three places at the same time."

A member of the Duan family shouted, Huranjing, and was immediately echoed by everyone.

The pressure has increased dramatically.

Hong Fan suddenly woke up.

What he was facing was not the mob like Shun Dexing, and he did not have Hong Lie or Shen Hong protecting his wings and back.

Although the Duan family is a third-rate tycoon, there is a huge gap between it and first-rate and quasi-first-rate tycoons such as the Gong family and the Hong family.

Although these 35 people have uneven cultivation and uneven equipment, they are very different from Zhu Yiqi and Hong Lu Zhen.

But they are a whole body connected by blood, and they are fighting for each other at the risk of death.

Just like the Jin Haihong family.

The pace of the battle is getting faster and faster, and Hong Fan's true energy output power has reached its upper limit.

He raised his elbow to block a frontal drag, and at the same time thickened the sand armor on his left shoulder and right ribs.

But at the same time, sharp pain came from my lower back.

The amount of real energy flowing in Shajia is limited.

Without the blessing of the Life Star, the automatic solidification of non-Newtonian fluid alone is not enough to withstand the penetration-level thrust.

[The sand armor was penetrated. 】

An idea came to Hong Fan's mind.

At this moment, he had no time to think, only the instinct of self-protection.

The body rotates to lose strength, and the arms are as hairy as whips.

The gunman's neck was broken and he died on the spot.

Since leaving Xijing, this is the first life Hong Fan has taken away from the assassins of Asahi Mansion.

Roars echoed in all directions, probably shouting the names of the dead or expressing the anger of the living.

But to Hong Fan's ears, it was like the turbulence of diving, turbid and vague.

More attacks came flooding in.

"That's it."

he muttered to himself.

The helmet's eye slits are closed, shutting itself off from heaven and earth.

The sand and fog rolled in, covering a radius of ten feet.

At this moment, sand replaced the eyes.

Since no blood can be seen, he can go on a killing spree.

The offense and defense were reversed.

The explosion of flames and the dance of sand.

Hong Fan displayed all his skills, and his killing efficiency was as high as art.

First comes the archer.

Then there’s the swordsman.

Finally, there are the elders of the clan who are in the realm of completeness.

When the sand and fog dissipated, the Duan family's martial arts arena was stained with blood, and there were fallen corpses everywhere.

Hong Fan could no longer hold on to his sand armor, his silk clothes were full of blood, and there were curling wounds on his left ribs and right thigh.

He stepped on the old man's face with his foot and pulled out the missing long knife from his sternum.No. 30 four bodies were left behind.

"Now we all have no armor."

Hong Fan wiped the sweat from his eyes and smiled at his only remaining opponent not far away.

Duan Licheng felt heartbroken when he heard this.

There are only five to six hundred people in Duanjiazhuang, less than half of whom are named Duan.

Hong Fan killed more than thirty people, almost all the young men in the Duan family who could carry a sword.

"How could it be, how could it be..."

Duan Licheng murmured.

Strong regret came over me.

He regretted not killing him at the first glance.

Regret accepting the Fubo Gang's threat.

I regret that I went out to explore...

I turned over and over again, but I couldn't find the word "too late".

"I don't agree!"

Duan Licheng thrust the big knife into the sand.

"I once went astray, but I regret it. It's been eight years since I left the Fubo Gang!"

"Can't an evil spirit escape from hell even after being reincarnated?!"

He asked Hong Fan, tears streaming down his face.

"Noisy."

Hong Fan only returned two words.

Shock, then humiliation.

The cry stagnated.

Duan Licheng found that even his own collapse was defeated.

He stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears on his face and suddenly pulled out the knife.

"Destroying Duan Licheng..."

"I swear to kill you!"

He rushed up like a madman and heard a thunder in a trance.

The last sight was a flying rainbow of blood, and the world turned upside down.

35 corpses were arranged in a disorderly manner.

The torch fell to the ground, still burning.

Hong Fan pulled some clean cloth strips from the dead body and bandaged the wound.

He wanted to leave the martial arts arena first, but because he was too tired, he had to adjust his breathing among the corpses on the ground for half an hour.

"It's only three, it's not over yet..."

This was the first thought in Hong Fan's mind after coming out of concentration.

The heart is as fierce as fire.

His face was even colder.

The movements are even more mechanical.

Precise and sensible.

After Hong Fan left the battlefield, he went to the back house first. He didn't find anyone, so he went to the Duan family ancestral hall.

Women and children are indeed hiding here.

He only made one request in a low voice - let the cook go to the kitchen to boil water for cooking.

The Duan family immediately obeyed.

Half an hour later, Hong Fan had a big meal, treated the wound with hot water, and then lifted the lid of the water tank to drink water.

He saw the face reflected in the vat.

The eyes were red and bloodshot, and the pupils were dark, as if they were connected to the underworld.

It actually looks a bit like Li Heming on the last night.

Hong Fan wanted to laugh, but failed, and asked the cook to lead him to Duan Licheng's room.

The bed was surprisingly comfortable.

He forced himself to sleep for three hours until dawn.

When he woke up, Hong Fan's Chong meridians had been opened, and [-]% of his seventh meridians, Ren meridians, had been opened.

However, the injury is still there and the fatigue has not dissipated.

He felt like an iron pot that had been steamed and was being heated dry on the fire.

But at least Yanliu Zhenqi and Sand World Zhenqi have been replenished.

If you have Qi, you can move and fight.

This is enough.

The sand wings unfolded and passed over the martial arts field - where the old, weak and children were wiping away tears while dragging the bodies of their relatives.

Hong Fan turned away and flew to the northeast.

(End of this chapter)