Lord of the Desert

Chapter 329 Dream Break
Tang Xingqing's estimate was good.

Hong Fan's skills and tactics change with strength and softness, and he is a nearly all-around fighter in the medium and short range.

However, due to the control of the sand world, once the distance is extended to ten feet away, both the sand spurs and the burning sand will naturally loosen and lose their lethality.

Kite, consumption.

This is Tang Xingqing's only winning strategy.

The sharp sword sounds continued for a moment.

In the eyes of mortals, the situation is an unchanging offense and defense.

Only high-level warriors can see the details of the game.

The air on the back of the sand armor is distorted by high heat.

The front of the sand armor is more conducive to breaking the wind's shape.

Wu Yuan captured the anomaly of the innate fire aura - Hong Fan had already finished accumulating power, and every step he took at this time might be a thunderous step.

But Tang Xingqing also knew this.

At any time, one of the flying swords must be guarding the two points between her and Hong Fan.

In this way, Shunpo will be delayed and difficult to achieve.

After ten more rounds of attack and defense, Hong Fan slowly released high-temperature air from the gaps in the sand.

The wind and smoke lingered.

Tang Xingqing's closed eyes curled up.

Up to this moment, Hong Fan was not injured.

But it's only a matter of time.

A war of attrition seems fair.

After all, Duanli City is the home of the Tang family.

[A draw against me is a complete victory; he also understands this. 】

Tang Xingqing calmed down her flow.

The sword box fell gently to the ground without stirring up a trace of dust.

Victory is in sight, and she is no longer willing to waste even a trace of her true energy.

On the other side, Hong Fan dispersed the Yanliu Jin.

"Qian Si Nian of the Tang family is really powerful."

He sighed deeply.

From this voice, Tang Xingqing seemed to hear the smell of rust.

“The golden sea and red sand are well-deserved.”

"The sand flow is endlessly changing, and it also has the power of fire."

"If you get within three feet of me, I'm afraid I'll be defeated in an instant."

She spoke calmly, unable to suppress the curved corners of her mouth.

"But if the mind is confused, a warrior will be on the verge of defeat."

"The only mistake you made today was to take action when you shouldn't!"

Its sound is resolute, like gold and jade.

Wu Yuan clenched his fists.

But Hong Fan seemed to be right and stopped replying.

Thickening of sand armor.

Despite the harassment, he pressed forward half a step.

Tang Xingqing could already feel the other party's anxiety.

[Hong Fan is at a loss of ground! 】

She controlled the four swords to attack like bees and butterflies, while levitating the sword box to keep her distance.

A slashing blow is heavier than a blow.

At this time, one of the two geniuses in the field was upset.

[Unfortunately it’s not me. 】

Thoughts as cold as ice flowed through Hong Fan's mind.

Another thrust of the sword hit the sand giant's breastplate, an inch deeper than before.

[Ha, the end of the strong crossbow...]

Tang Xingqing made a wrong judgment.

Her reaction was a little too slow.

After the quicksand changed, Tang Xingqing realized that the flying sword had difficulty retreating, and Hong Fan was holding the sword with both hands.

The other three flying swords attacked like crazy.

useless.

Hong Fan locked the sword with his left hand and formed a seal with his right hand.

"Sand Blade!"

Wu Yuan couldn't help but said with great joy.

"It's true!"

Hong Fan responded loudly.

The flow of gold spurts, and the flying swords wail.

After a breath, vertical and horizontal cracks were cut out of the third-grade weapon.

The sand giant clasped his palms together and crushed it to pieces with a clicking sound.

Tang Xingqing's body swayed slightly, blood dripping from the end of her nose.

The fighting subsided temporarily.

"I have seen many methods of using true energy to separate foreign objects from the air."

Hongfan stood up straight, scattered a few pieces on the ground, and stepped into the dirt.

"The dragon capturer of Sun Shi, the chief executive of Liangzhou Zhangwuyuan."

"Thousand Arms, the Ming King of the Liu Family in Xijing."

"The Hunyuan power of the Lu family in Xijing."

He took off his mask and looked directly at Tang Xingqing.

"Just now, I deliberately limited the output of the Deserted Sand Armor, and I exposed several flaws. You must have noticed."

"If your method is similar to theirs, and you can directly control earth, stone and foreign objects, you should not let it go."

"But you didn't."

When Tang Xingqing heard this, her face turned as gloomy as iron.

"I don't know how Qiansi Nian controls objects. How is it different from other methods?"

Hong Fan smiled calmly.

"But I guess these are the only swords you can control at this time."

"Miss Tang, right?"

Tang Xingqing remained silent.

She couldn't say that Mr. Hong's guess was too correct.

There are three core concepts in Qiansi Nian.

The first is distraction, the second is hole illumination, and the third is imprint.

Whether it's a sword or a knife, it can only be used after being branded.

For those who are new to Qiansi Nian, it often takes several months to brand a batch of troops.

And with Tang Xingqing's current cultivation level, it would take several hours to be in good condition.

On the execution platform, Duanli City Magistrate could not help but send another follower to the Tang Mansion.

Wu and Yuan were already in high spirits.

Four swords can only stand against each other, let alone one missing?
The situation reversed.

Hong Fan took a step forward.

Tang Xingqing retreated accordingly.

But she was not willing to accept failure. Instead, she became calmer and more confident.

Not for anything else.

Just because I have fought hundreds of battles without losing a single one.

She jumped down from the sword case and put her feet on the ground.

"This is my fifth sword."

The voice was cold and almost emotionless.

The wooden box cracked from the middle, as if it had been slashed.Hong Fan looked closely and saw not a sword, but the broken and long spear head.

"The second-grade divine weapon 'Jing Nian' assigned to the 11th generation ancestor of the Tang family was defeated by Thousand Miles Step 67 years ago."

Tang Xingqing explained loudly - she probably felt that she could not win with the help of weapons.

The three flying swords surrounding Hong Fan plunged vertically into the ground.

Tang Xingqing closed her eyes again and formed seals with her hands. Blood overflowed from her throat and wet her front.

Three of the four imprints in her heart were instantly shattered.

The three flying swords have lost their spirituality.

Hong Fan could see that Tang Xingqing herself was seriously injured.

"Why so?"

Just as he was speaking, he was interrupted.

"Chisha, this is my trump card, please try to win..."

There was a clear buzzing sound, and "Pure Thought" shot explosively against the ground.

The entrance to the market seemed to have been shot.

The dust rose and was torn apart by the storm.

Wu Yuan saw that only half of the round shield in front of the sand giant was left, and there was a gap in the waist and ribs that was recovering at high speed.

Jing Nian shot back, and Hong Fan took a wrong step to get out of the way.

After two moves, he had a concrete perception of the power of the fragment of the divine weapon - it was [-]% faster than the flying sword and nearly three times more destructive.

By exchanging four swords for one gun, the overall combat power is actually reduced.

But other than that, Tang Xingqing had no other choice.

At this point, Hong Fan completely understood the depth of his opponent and planned to clean up the situation.

He enjoys fighting with Tianjiao
But time was not on his side after all - apart from Weiyun Shouyu who was out, the Tang family also had an innate master.

"Miss Tang, let's stop here."

Hong Fan persuaded in a harmonious voice.

"What did you say?!"

Tang Xingqing couldn't believe her ears.

But she actually heard the contempt in the other party's words.

Maybe not on purpose.

But precisely because of this, it is the expression of the heart.

Her heart, which had been forced to calm down, was suddenly on fire again.

Jing Nian struck the third blow.

It suits Hong Fan's ambition.

Tang Xingqing is very strong.

Her peak output definitely surpassed Hong Fan's.

Tang Xingqing is also very weak.

Because she has no other moves except the sword, attacking with no defense is too technical.

When the two of them fight, Hong Fan can make countless mistakes, tests, and adjustments with his iron wall-like defense and double the blue bars brought by his dual cultivation of Life Star Martial Arts.

But Tang Xingqing couldn't help it a second time.

30 meters distance.

Pure thoughts passed by for a moment.

It penetrated the arm shield, exploded the outer armor, and caught up with the body, leaving a half-inch deep superficial wound on the shoulder.

At the same time, Hong Fan turned sideways, straightened his arms, and planted roots on the ground.

The right arm is naturally straightened and the shoulders are locked, forming a nearly two-meter-long straight track.

Just this track breaks through the hot and cold boundaries of weapons.

Hong Fan made a fist with his right hand.

Tang Xingqing's heart was filled with warning signs, trying to regain her pure thoughts.

But it was too late.

Fire and thunder exploded.

A black shadow penetrated ten feet, leaving a red mark in the atmosphere.

Tang Xingqing's stomach burst with blood and she fell to her knees without any strength.

At this moment, countless thoughts flashed through her mind.

[When did he finish accumulating energy? 】

[How can a sand bomb last that far? 】

Putting his hand into his abdomen, Tang Xingqing pulled out foreign objects from his intestines.

It turned out to be the tip of the flying sword that he broke off!

She immediately understood the mistake.

The slow release air when the opponent gives up the instant step;

When the opponent crushes the flying sword, he clenches his fist and stamps on the ground;

And those language and emotional guidance...

[It turns out that I have been being played in the palm of my hand. 】

The surge of shame made Tang Xingqing almost want to die.

Thunder boomed for the second time.

Hong Fan came across the long street.

His sand armor fell apart, and his white clothes on his left shoulder were stained red with blood, which was the only injury on his body.

This is to take the initiative to get hurt for the sake of quick victory.

Tang Xingqing knelt down and looked at Hong Fan, suddenly feeling like she was in a dream.

She has won every battle.

She has defeated countless people.

She had been convinced that she was the protagonist of her life.

All the geniuses of martial arts are like this - if they are not like this, they will not be on the third list.

Until they met each other.

This is what is called picking out gold from sand.

"Hong Fan."

Tang Xingqing stared at her opponent, as if she wanted to imprint his appearance.

"The killing move you just made cannot be planned in advance, and it is not enough to rely on..."

"You still have a trump card, don't you?"

Regardless of her injuries, she asked urgently.

"You guessed right."

Hong Fan nodded in recognition.

"I have Shunpo. Even if I can't get close, I can always move away."

"The sand wing leaps into the air, gathers momentum and then performs a goshawk attack. The speed is three times my normal limit - with your body's weakness and slowness, you cannot dodge or block it."

"Then why don't you do it?"

Tang Xingqing asked.

"Because then we have to leave the battlefield temporarily."

Hong Fan replied.

"I don't want to put Brother Wu and the others in danger, so I give up using tricks."

There was no sound at the market entrance for a while.

"what……"

Tang Xingqing lowered her head and smiled.

"It turns out that there really is a stronger connection between heaven and man than me."

She dissipated her true energy and stopped resisting, suddenly feeling an unprecedented intensity in her heart.

Kyushu is vast.

Huaiyang is too small.

PS: Today’s update contains about [-] words.

In fact, I think about two updates every day, but my brain power often cannot keep up.

(End of this chapter)