Lord of the Desert

Chapter 373 Listening to the Waves
The first wave of more than fifty warriors of the Baisheng Army arrived around the king's chariot.

They formed groups of several people, spared no effort in their true energy, and surrounded and killed the Biaofeng Guards on duty in an orderly manner.

There were thirty-two people in total. A small half of them were buried in the mud. Even if the rest struggled to surface by brute force, they had little power to resist.

The soft muddy terrain made their proud defense a burden - a set of armor weighed about 100 kilograms, and even if they used their true energy to lift themselves up, every step sank to their knees.

Even balance is difficult, let alone speed and agility?
With every breath, a Storm Guard died.

The mudslide has not stopped.

The large carriage was pushed sideways off the road, hit the riverbed, and was flattened bit by bit.

It turns out that a boat sailing on land will also sink into the soil.

Feng Chengyi looked at this scene, and his stopped brain finally resumed thinking.

"Someone, come and save the princess..."

He murmured first, then shouted.

No one could respond.

Feng Chengyi looked at Zong Zheng.

"Feng Sifei, go rescue her!"

But the latter just stood there with his eyelids drooping, guarding him but refusing to obey orders.

Gong Zhengping was in the midst of a fierce battle, but he also paid attention to the carriage.

After all, Princess Huaiyang is his biological daughter.

Seeing the critical situation, Gong Zhengping attacked fiercely and tried to get help, but was stopped firmly.

"On the top of Fengyun, daughters of people from all over the world are sacrificed every day, and Lord Gong is happy to do it."

"It's my daughter's turn today, why are you so heartbroken and scratching your head?"

Duan Tiannan laughed out loud.

Gong Zhengping was so furious that he transformed his true essence into innate fire, and accelerated the blade of his divine sword to ten feet long.

The blazing light was like a chopping belt, but Duan Tiannan revealed his golden body and blocked it with his bare hands.

Amid the sound of thunder, a five-meter-high stream of fire swept into the forest, cutting off seven huge trees and emitting brilliant flames.

The battle has only just begun.

The situation facing Biaofengwei was extremely bad.

Baggage trains collided, goods fell and scattered, people were cut off, and roads were blocked...

But they were well-trained after all, and they chopped down the livestock to restore order while gathering themselves.

Soon, more than twenty guards in plain clothes and without armor came to reinforce the king's chariot.

The movements of this team were reflected in Hong Fan's eyes.

He started from halfway up the mountain, leaping in the dark ochre-colored turbid torrent, each step landing precisely on broken logs and rocks.

The wind whistles in my ears.

Hong Fan stepped onto a fallen fir tree, ran at full speed for a hundred meters along the trunk, and finally jumped into the air at the tip.

Altitude translates to speed.

The valley hits us head on.

He spun around, bent his knees, and fell into the crowd, his flesh and bones shattered like rain.

Hong Fan trampled a man to death, raising a thin layer of dust.

Once these gravels rose up, they never fell down again.

They are suspended and heated to one thousand degrees Celsius, and then cut and rotated at high speed under the drive of the destiny star.

Within a radius of fifteen meters, the hot wind hell appears.

After a few breaths, all the scattered mortals in the area died, most of the Guantong-level warriors were severely burned, and a few fell to the ground and became disabled.

"Everyone spread out!"

A loud shout came from the side of the road.

Large amounts of stream water were lifted up and crashed into the hot sandstorm, absorbing heat and evaporating into white mist, making a sharp sound.

The actor was the deputy commander of the Storm Guards.

He rushed forward with a lance in hand, and with all his might he stabbed at the center of the formation.

The steel blade got stuck after penetrating half a foot.

The white mist was half dissipated by the wind, revealing the outline of a giant nearly ten feet tall behind it.

At this time, all the Biaofeng Guards remembered a legendary killing method that was famous throughout the world.

Desert Armor.

"Hong Fan is here."

The sand giant lowered his eyes, stepped forward and punched, the pressure of his punch pulling away the wind, sand and mist.

The deputy commander raised his arms to block the attack and flew several feet away with the sound of bones breaking.

The murderous intent is still chasing us.

He bit the blood and rolled sideways after landing, barely avoiding the long spear, but could not avoid the wooden cart kicked by Hong Fan.

The sternum was broken and inserted into the internal organs.

The deputy commander vomited blood and was exhausted and unable to get up.

Dozens of rebel warriors arrived one by one and formed a battle line behind Hong Fan. The Biaofeng Guards wavered slightly.

But they were brave warriors after all, and they regrouped and charged again...

The strategy of the Baisheng Army was now fully effective.

First use the mudslide to create chaos, then surround and kill the Storm Guards in Group A, and finally surround and attack the reinforcements to block the rear team.

From beginning to end, Feng Chengyi was not the target - he had symbolic significance as the King of Huaiyang, but that was only symbolic significance.

Feng Chengyi himself also discovered this.

Any attack on the carriage would be an assassination, and he would be the only target of the assassination.

Feng Chengyi realized this, but he found that the rebel assassins who were fighting never even glanced over here.

So hatred and anger intertwined and became more violent.

"Arrogant traitor!"

He pushed Feng Sifei and yelled at the top of his lungs, but still no one paid any attention to him.

"Thief!"

The blood rushed to my head.

Feng Chengyi's eyes were focused on the extremely tough golden sand giant who was charging in the front.

"You Chisha thief, you dare not face me?!"

he yelled.

Hong Fan heard this.

He let go of the corpse in his hand, took off his helmet and stood still. He looked back at Feng Chengyi, looking at a pair of hysterical, bloodshot eyes.

"Noisy loser."

Hong Fan said calmly, and with a tinkle sound his thumb flicked up a steel bullet and held it in his palm.

The sand nail expands slightly and inhales, and becomes red and hot to warm up.

There was a loud thunder.

A subsonic bullet shot out, aiming directly at Feng Chengyi's eyebrows.

Feng Sifei reacted instantly, first raising a column of wind to slow down, then concentrating his mind and drawing his sword to slash with lightning.

The blade struck the bullet head, cutting into the steel.

Then, the sparks from the metal friction ignited the internal charge - this was a shrapnel bomb made by Hong Fan.

At a distance of one meter, even a master of innate skills cannot be faster than an explosion.

Golden fire exploded, shooting out dozens of tiny shrapnel that streaked across Feng Chengyi's face.

All the noise on the battlefield left him at this moment.

The liquid flowed across my cheeks, clear and warm.

Feng Chengyi reached out to touch it and felt a crack on the smooth skin.

He stared blankly at his red hands, and the noise from all directions poured back into his ears like water.

The adrenaline is fading.

The severed nerve endings emit a piercing pain.

Anger, arrogance, hatred, courage...

All emotions were like matches submerged in ice water, extinguished with a hiss.

"it hurts!"

Feng Chengyi said in a trembling voice, his eyes flickering.

For more than ten years, he thought he was in pain, and he longed for others to share his pain.

These pains may be real and intense, but they are not physical pain.

"Uncle, protect me!"

Feng Chengyi grabbed the only remaining life-saving straw beside him.

Feng Sifei frowned.

He saw that the king of the country had his crotch wet and a foul smell was rising.

A quarter of an hour later.

As the roar of a waterway collapse came from the other side of the mountain and more and more Biaofeng Guards took banned drugs, Qiu Yuankui issued an evacuation order.

The Baisheng Army fought and retreated, while Duan Tiannan and two innate masters held back to block the enemy.

Gong Zhengping had the will and the ability to do so, but thinking that he had no comrades to rely on, he ultimately did not dare to pursue any further.

The battle is over.

The forest fire burned far along the mountain ridge.

The stream was interrupted by mud.

Tingtao Valley was devastated and dead silent.

Feng Chengyi wrapped his clothes tightly and stared at the sail flag with the word "风" on it in the mud.

At this moment, he heard the sound of the waves of the Yao River for the first time in his life.

(End of this chapter)