Lord of the Desert

Chapter 379 The streets are deserted
The next day, it was a quarter to 9:00 p.m. (8:45 a.m.).

The clouds are flying.

The strong wind swallowed the Yao River whole.

The waves flickered and rolled between the embankments, rushing left and right, shoulder to shoulder, solemn and majestic like silver mercury.

Hong Fan and Feng Tianqing were stuck in the center of the crescent-shaped river bend like two javelins.

The former was wearing dark black clothes, his long hair was tied into a bun, and his hands were bare.

The latter wore a green robe, a green jade crown, carried a seven-foot-long spear, and had a row of flying knives on his belt.

Countless spectators gathered around the two of them.

They walked on the embankments, roads, and roofs, gathering into a black sea on the flat areas and rising up into colorful mountains on the high areas.

There were even hundreds of large and small ships anchored on both sides of the river, watching the battle from another angle.

Lingbo City is empty.

The noise of hundreds of thousands of people even drowned out the sound of the waves of the Yao River.

On the pier that protrudes into the river on the bay bank, there is a temporary platform with six seats.

The hour is approaching.

Hong Fan opened his eyes and found that the floating innate spiritual energy suddenly became stagnant like earth and stone.

Looking back, six figures emerged from the city.

The middle-aged woman in the lead was thin and dignified, she was Leng Luoli, the celestial being of the Leng family, known as "Heaven is frozen and earth is closed". The following five people were Feng Manyun, known as "Desolate Wind", Tang Shaoyou, known as "Light Clouds and Thin Rain", Gong Zhengping, known as "Fire of the Prairie", Leng Jindu, known as "Cold Forest and Silence of the Cave", and Duan Tiannan, known as "Iron Palm to Open the Mountain".

The six people sat down.

The crowd lowered their voices, waiting for the supreme beings on the throne to chat and exchange opinions.

It was not until the hour of Si that Leng Luoli stood up and raised his hand to calm the noise.

She repeated in public the start, end, conditions and prizes of the battle, and then looked at the two young men standing twenty feet away.

After they each nodded in confirmation, Tianren lowered his hand and summoned Jiang Tao.

The Yao River's gentle and steady current suddenly became turbulent, connecting, rising, and rushing as she gestured, and then suspended and frozen when it was about to hit the embankment.

Ice blue, ten feet in radius, and crystal clear.

A ring was built in an instant, with stairs connecting to the embankment.

A tide of exclamations filled the river bay.

"This battle ends here. If one side loses the ability to fight or falls off the stage, it will be considered the loser. If there is a life-threatening situation, I will intervene and the other side will be considered the winner."

Leng Luoli explained the rules clearly.

"If there is no objection, then proceed to the stage."

"Mr. Hong, please go first."

Feng Tianqing turned sideways.

"polite."

Hong Fan replied coldly, glanced at the ice platform, raised his hand to lead a large stream of sand to hit the platform, jumped up, and the sand spikes under his feet condensed and pierced into the ice surface.

After he stood still, a gust of wind blew up from the audience.

Feng Tianqing landed lightly on the opposite side.

At the same time, in the south of Lingbo City.

The Leng family built a lookout tower on the riverside of their mansion and invited many heroes to watch the battle.

Before the fight even started on stage, the sons of noble families and young masters from all over the country were already exchanging sharp words with each other in the audience.

With their upright postures and loud voices, they showed what they believed to be their best side to the daughter of the Tang family - she held the railing with her hands, wore long boots, had her hair tied in a high ponytail, and wore a long skirt with a black base and gold patterns, just as she looked when she first met Hong Fan.

But compared to usual, Tang Xingqing was particularly stern today.

So much so that those with less prestigious family backgrounds did not dare to look her in the eye.

"Zhuifengbu is three years older and has more experience. I think he has a 70% chance of winning. What do you think, sister?"

The Leng family's eldest son approached the fence and asked.

Everyone's ears pricked up.

"do not know."

Tang Xingqing replied briefly.

"Where's Chisha?"

he asked again.

This time she didn't say anything, just shook her head.

"Sister, you are too perfunctory to me. Can you give me some face?"

Mr. Leng put away his folding fan and begged for mercy.

Everyone laughed.

Tang Xingqing then turned around and said a long sentence.

"He once said that I was no match for the Red-Faced God, and that he had not yet used his full strength when he defeated me."

The tone was serious and cautious.

There was a sudden silence on the observation deck.

All the gentlemen and heroes were ashamed.

They realized that they were just watching the battle with ease, and at most they took sides based on their own interests, but they were not essentially involved in the battle.

Or rather, I dare not substitute.

But Tang Xingqing is different.

She is competitive and full of comparisons. Even though she has been defeated, she still refuses to admit defeat.

The sunlight penetrated the chill that filled the arena.

Feng Tianqing took off the silver brocade holster.

"It's a pity that I didn't get along with Master Hong yesterday."

"It didn't have to come to this." He said meaningfully.

Hong Fan sneered and said nothing.

"You seem very confident, or that's how all the geniuses seem before they lose."

Feng Tianqing also smiled.

"You are a Star Lord, practicing both martial arts and magic, and your endurance and combat power are far superior to that of ordinary people."

“But I’m not an ordinary person.”

He cut his palm with a gun in one hand, and the blood that flowed out was inlaid with gold threads, shining white in the sunlight.

"Master Hong, you may have never seen dragon blood, and I guess you don't know the wonders of the Ten Classics."

"Regardless of strength, speed, recovery, amount of true energy, and control, I am far superior to my peers. That's why I'm ranked 77th on the Tianjiao Ranking, and number one in the Heaven-Human Interaction."

Before he could finish his two sentences, the bleeding had stopped.

Feng Tianqing's words were not meant to show off, but more like an objective introduction to the phenomenon. However, Hong Fan did not have the patience to listen any further, so he just kicked the sand and splashed it onto his opponent's boots.

"Just do it."

He sneered.

Feng Tianqing was slightly stunned.

"Okay, okay..."

He stood sideways on his horse, stamped his feet to shake off the sand stains on his body, and held the Zhongping spear in both hands.

"Be careful."

A low drink.

He took a cross step, twisted his waist, and thrust horizontally, and suddenly passed by a distance of three meters.

Hong Fan slid back half a step, gathered sand in his hand into a stick and moved it to the lower right. When the two weapons collided, his knuckles felt numb from the force.

He didn't expect that Feng Tianqing, despite his thin figure, had an absolute strength 20% higher than his own, and was only inferior to the Red-faced God in the same realm.

The tip of the spear retracted like a snake's tongue, and turned to sweep horizontally.

It was too late to return to defense.

Hong Fan took another step back, and saw that his opponent was getting more aggressive, so he pulled the spear over his shoulder and chopped him down with both hands.

This attack was launched casually, with seven times the force of Tang Xingqing's pure mind stabbing. It shattered the sand stick and cut diagonally into the ring, splashing up a little ice chips.

After three consecutive attacks, Hong Fan was suppressed and unable to fight back. When he turned around and retreated, he was close to the edge of the ring.

Feng Tianqing raised his gun and moved closer without giving an inch. Suddenly, he felt a hot wind blowing on his face, and after a moment even his vision began to distort.

This is the seven-step cage.

His mind raced and he retreated with his gun, only to see flying sand and gravel chasing him.

The seven-step cage turns into the hot wind hell.

In a moment, the high-temperature sand field covered half of the arena and expanded to one step in front of Feng Tianqing.

"Drink!"

The latter exhaled, shouted, and pierced the ground with his gun. A strong wind blew in all directions, dispersing the chaos.

The ice on the ring was still not melting at all.

This was the first time that Hong Fan encountered an opponent who was stronger and more agile than him at the same level.

[There are indeed people who are better than me; I have no chance of winning if I just use fists and weapons...]

He attracted the sand to climb up his trouser legs.

Feng Tianqing moved at the same time, slightly turning his body to cover his left hand.

A loud rage suddenly arose.

A total of seven rays, at different angles and distances, appeared in Hong Fan's blind spot.

He did not believe his hearing, but instead glanced at Feng Tianqing the first time.

[There are two fewer flying knives on my waist, so there are five virtual and two real ones. ]

Hong Fan resisted the urge to turn around and confirm the source of the sound, because the real killer move was not behind him.

The thin armor covered the desert sand and was hit twice, causing sharp pain in the left shoulder and right waist.

Hong Fan didn't have time to make a careful distinction, as the silver light reflected in his eyes had rapidly magnified.

He put his palms together and locked the gun tip through the gravel.

The sound of metal and stone rubbing against each other.

Feng Tian's muscles bulged and he exerted brute force to push forward until his opponent's heels were hanging outside the ring.

The wrestling stalemate lasted for a moment.

The air twists.

Seeing the heat wave coming, Feng Tianqing slid his grip on the spear and advanced instead of retreating, twisting the spear blade horizontally to break the sand lock. After forcing Hong Fan to take a firm defensive stance, he quickly stepped forward and kicked his forearm, then flipped back in the air with the spear.

This set of treatments combines the real and the imaginary, with graceful and swift movements, and can instantly move five meters away.

But this is exactly what Hong Fan wanted - from the very beginning he was not using the Seven-Step Cage, but air intake heating.

The ice is beaten and the ice is broken, and the steps are released instantly.

Hong Fan aimed at the landing point of his opponent's somersault, squeezed through the sticky atmosphere, and rushed forward like thunder, while Feng Tianqing had no choice in a hurry and had to use his spear horizontally to take the shoulder hit and was shot backwards like a stone.

The airflow cut a white mark on the water surface.

The spectators forgot to breathe and followed the human body with their eyes, only to see that when he was about to fall into the water, he was supported by the breeze and floated up as lightly as a fallen leaf.

The wind crossing technique from the Tiangang Shenfeng Sutra.

Feng Tianqing glided several feet on the surface of the river, exerting all his strength, circled around the ring, and landed on the opposite side.

Hong Fan turned around.

Compared to the start, the two just swapped positions, as if the fight had never happened.

(End of this chapter)