Lord of the Desert

Chapter 387 Gang

Move the platform forward, two hundred feet away from the top of the city.

The Qi realm warriors sat in silence, watching the best fighters the rebel army had gathered over the years risking their lives to fight.

The attackers had 30% more men, and the quality of their soldiers was similar.

The defending side has a great advantage in terrain.

However, the morale of the Tianfeng Army was low, and people from top to bottom were tired of war, and they even watched the enemy climb ladders to the city.

Relying only on ladders, the rebels still gained the upper hand for a time.

Then Zuo Chiheng, wearing a golden armor, jumped down from the corner tower and cut off the head of a sergeant - the arterial blood rushed up like an arrow to a height of more than ten feet, the blood vessels on the broken neck bounced and tightened, and after being emptied, they squeezed out lavender foam.

The body fell down, wrapped in dust.

The silence stretched on the city wall.

The Biaofeng Guards killed and supervised the battle several times, and finally the defenders let out a blood-spurting roar from their throats, and greeted the enemy who came up to the city as if they were welcoming the end of their road.

The flames began to burn, first as dancing orange spots, then gradually connecting the upper and lower walls into one.

The wind was no longer pure, carrying with it the crackling sound of decaying organic matter.

The dull roar of strong convection caused by the temperature difference.

The cost of storming a city is huge.

But no one on the rebel platform said a word, and even their looks showed pity.

Because they too are about to become part of the price.

At 5 p.m., the battlefield was in chaos and confusion.

Duan Tiannan stood up from the wooden stool with his hands on his knees, loosened his red silk belt and tightened it again, and put on a short weapon wrapped in white cloth on his back.

"It's time."

He spoke to the seven innate fighters around him, scratched his beard, and looked as relaxed as if he was going to the toilet.

Hong Fan and the other six people stood up together and saw that the silver moon was about an inch higher than the red sun.

Duan Tiannan began to run, accelerating to a speed of 100 meters per second in ten steps, and was seventy feet away from the city when he leaped.

The parapet seemed to have been hit by a cannon.

The smoke exploded in a cone, covering half of the city; in the blink of an eye, Duan Tiannan sped out, leaving a trail of yellow dust.

Beyond the city walls, the world becomes neat and clear: a straight road leads to the palace, followed by Fengyunding, a solitary peak that connects to Storm Mountain, which hangs upside down from the sky.

Duan Tiannan accelerated as fast as he could and caught a glimpse of two figures flying down to intercept him. They were Feng's binary magnet.

The direction, speed, reaction, and even the fluttering skirt and facial expression of the person who came, everything was so familiar, just like he had rehearsed it thousands of times before.

The acupuncture points all over the body are opened and the true energy pours out.

Heaven and earth were in chaos.

The innate spiritual energy within a mile radius was boiling violently.

Feng Manyun felt that the earth and the city were weightless and thrown up. The world seemed to be refracted into a crystal ball, collapsing with the white dot-like sun as the center, enveloping his consciousness.

【Huan Tian Shu.】

She suddenly realized that she had lost her flying power and refocused her attention on her vision.

Refresh your perception and focus the picture.

Duan Tiannan’s iron fist was already approaching him.

Feng Manyun crossed his arms to block, and his whole body flew backwards more than ten feet, smashing the stone lion at the end of the alley into pieces.

Duan Tiannan headed straight south, regardless of anything, while Feng Mubai chased after him.

At this time, seven innate warriors of the rebel army had just jumped onto the city wall. Four of the foreign soldiers came up to meet Feng Sifei, Zuo Chiheng and four others, and blocked a passage.

When martial arts masters start fighting, the war among mortals becomes slow motion.

On the corner tower, the naked strong man smashed down the wooden hammer, hitting the crossbow on the bed and knocking out the teeth.

In the side alley, Feng Manyun crushed the top of another stone lion's head with one foot, then leaped ten feet high like a fountain, his eyes fixed towards the south.

The crossbow rebounds and the bowstring pushes.

The roof ridge and the crossbow arm were equally straight, and Feng Manyun accelerated like an arrow.

The arrow left the bow.

Feng Manyun kicked the limestone beast off the eaves.

The sound of breaking wind was loud.

The crossbow nailed the heavy armor of the Baisheng Army and penetrated a foot into the ground. The beast smashed into Duan Tiannan's shoulder and broke into powder.

Feng Manyun started to chase after him, but there was a strong wind blowing from behind.

She dodged and avoided Guyi's spear, and was about to fight back when her hair stood on end again.

This time the bullets were made of fine steel, shot by Hong Fan.

Feng Manyun cut the bullet off with his bare hands, detonating the black gunpowder inside and slightly injuring the edge of his palm.

This was the first time she was hurt by the interaction between heaven and man after breaking through to the Qi realm.

Feng Manyun fought back angrily, using one of the four unique skills of the Tiangang Divine Wind Sutra, which was second only to the divine wind.

【Gang.】

The atmosphere condensed, and the world seemed to be broken into two parts, and then overlapped and burst out within an extremely thin scale, filtering the sunlight that passed through.

Fifty meters away, Hong Fan was strengthening his sand armor.

This gust of wind was both fast and wide. Although the killing power of the divine weapon he wielded increased dramatically, his physical body was still at the peak of the strength realm and he had no ability to dodge.

At the last moment, Qiu Yuankui blocked the attack with his body, and his pure yang energy turned into a shield, taking the attack head-on.

Behind the two men, three houses collapsed.

With the help of his true energy, the skin and flesh on Qiu Yuankui's forearm stopped bleeding and regenerated, covering the deep wound.

"Rat!"

Feng Manyun scolded contemptuously.

The Hun Tian Technique deprived her of the ability to change direction and accelerate at will, and most of her combat abilities were impaired, otherwise she would have been impossible to be stopped by these three people.

Two hundred meters to the south, Feng Mubai was diving at a high speed.

Duan Tiannan stepped on the stone bridge, turned around and punched forward.

When the fists and palms were about to collide, the air condensed like a net and grabbed Feng Mubai, causing him to stop suddenly and slow down.

The rhythm was off by a beat, Duan Tiannan's fist missed and was hit by his opponent's second attack.

The shock wave spreads in a circular shape.

The heaven and earth pulsate like a resuscitated heartbeat.

Duan Tiannan shot the ball backwards along the river, and it floated on the water like a dozen stones, then bounced up again.

The river channel of more than ten feet was splashed with water, and each drop of water reflected a similar but different cloud.

Feng Mubai flew across the water, and the two figures approached each other on thousands of liquid arcs.

Then, he saw Duan Tiannan's lips curled up.

The latter was not hit as hard as expected.

"Go down."

Duan Tiannan made a silent mouth gesture, clasped his fists together, and smashed Feng Mubai straight into the river.

The water surface is sunken, the riverbed is exposed, and the silt is compressed and deformed...

The vacuum created by the fist draws back the atmosphere with a sound like muffled thunder. An instant later a column of water shoots up into the sky, forming a thin rainbow in the air.

The pursuit paused for a moment.

Duan Tiannan tried his best to pull away, but before he reached his maximum speed he was caught up by Feng Gang.

He turned around to protect the short spear on his back and took the attack with one arm.

The wind was cut off by the iron arm and split into two parts, flying forward, penetrating the plaques, beams and stone archways of the shops on the street, leaving a mark on the blue brick road.

Duan Tiannan took two steps back, and the upper half of the stone archway behind him slid down neatly, falling to the ground and breaking into pieces like a dead man.

The wound on his forearm was shallow and slightly bleeding.

This time Feng Mubai saw it clearly. When his opponent was hit, golden light rippled on his body like water waves, and most of the force was dissipated by an unknown principle. It must be the legendary killing method of "Iron Arms and Golden Body" that had been practiced for a long time but could not be mastered.

In addition, there is also the unknown weapon wrapped in white cloth...

Feng Mubai coughed up a mouthful of blood streaked with gold threads.

For Yuanci warriors, the consumption of true energy by the Hun Tian Shu is like releasing water from a floodgate, which cannot be replenished.

In any other situation, his best option would be to wander around and fight, and he would automatically win in a short time.

But this time Duan Tiannan was obviously heading for Fengyunding, so Feng Mubai could only attack with force.

(End of this chapter)