Lord of the Desert

Chapter 388 Blood of the Common People
Half an hour later.

The battle continues.

Duan Tiannan walked carefully through the alleys and houses, using the eaves of the houses to hide his figure. He still had one third of his true energy left.

The Yuanci warriors had long been accustomed to their new "senses" and "limbs". Within the range of the Hun Tian Shu, they were like birds forced to fly on the ground, with an instinctive aversion.

But even so, Feng Manyun still moved within the range of the Hun Tian Shu like a moth flying into a flame.

She's not the only one in hot pursuit either.

Hundreds of meters away, Duan Tiannan could hear the rapid footsteps, the sound of gun blades breaking through the wind, and the thunder-like roar of fire.

He could even hear the coordination of the three people's moves and their respective injuries:

The old-fashioned new coat was already tattered, with a sound of tearing silk, and it fell apart in the high-speed movement;

Qiu Yuankui's muscles broke and grew again, and his heart beat like a drum, more than 500 times per minute;
Hong Fan's sand armor was shattered, and his bones were squeezed and cracked...

Only Feng Mubai, who was knocked away by him a few breaths ago, was in an unknown location, and was in the dark with him.

Duan Tiannan felt that the situation was developing in a favorable direction.

He wanted to throw the spear towards the peak of Fengyunding, which was hundreds of feet high. Taking the altitude difference into consideration, the horizontal distance had to be shortened to two thousand meters to be safe.

It is almost the location of the main entrance of the palace.

As long as Feng Mubai hesitated any longer and allowed himself to create a distance of two or three hundred meters, he would have a chance to make a final push.

The true essence formed into a blade and cut open the bolt.

Duan Tiannan pushed the door silently, and darted into the stable in the side yard like a swift. He passed by three horses huddled together and shivering, and flew along the courtyard wall.

Sound is the information he is currently most concerned about.

The squeezing of horse hooves against the rammed earth, the grinding of the couple’s teeth inside the house, and the shuttling of air currents through the cracks in the roof tiles…

Compared to the noise of the stealthy movements of the Yuanci warriors, they all sounded like thunder.

His breathing was intermittent, his heart beat once per breath, and his blood flowed as slowly as lead and mercury.

Duan Tiannan himself couldn't sense his own existence just by hearing, so Feng Mubai must be the same.

His mind was clearer and calmer than ever before.

This trip has three purposes.

The first is to destroy Feng Jianke's promotion, the second is to save the lives of his teammates, and the third is to save his own life.

There are three facts at this point.

First, in a normal one-on-one combat, his combat power is slightly inferior to Feng Mubai; second, the speed of the Tiangang Divine Wind Sutra is far superior to the Iron Palm Sutra; third, if Feng Manyun recovers his flawless posture, no one except him can stop him.

By combining the two, only two of the three goals can be achieved.

Therefore, Duan Tiannan had already figured out that there was only one best outcome - to throw the short spear before his true energy was exhausted, to stay behind and accept the revenge of Feng family Yuanci.

In this way, everything is perfect, and just imagining it is enough to make people laugh out loud.

After passing through the three courtyards, Duan Tiannan was still five hundred meters away from the palace gate.

Time is passing by, and everyone is hostile to me.

Feng Mubai couldn't wait any longer.

True energy gushed out, and air currents rushed in a certain direction, covering a width of thirty meters and a length of over two hundred meters, forming a super typhoon in a limited area.

The second of the four styles is [Speed].

The wind sucked up the soil and leaves, then stripped the tiles from the roof, leaving only the wooden skeleton.

A small piece of skin was cut off from Yunlan City, and everything underneath was peeled off and exposed nakedly.

Cats and dogs flew off the ground, opened their mouths and bared their teeth but made no sound; the people huddled in rice jars and hid under their beds, but were eventually pulled out.

And the three horses tied to the wooden posts.

The light ones flutter, and the heavy ones stand out.

Feng Mubai located his opponent in the hurricane and suddenly clasped his hands together.

The third of the four postures is [Vortex].

The typhoon shrank from a belt-like mass to a wind mass with a radius of fifty meters, then swirled, accelerated, and tore into pieces, chewing everything in the abdominal cavity until it lost its shape and mixed it into a paste.

Nearly a hundred people died at one time.

Duan Tiannan maintained his golden body and rushed out of the wind ball without wasting any energy saving people.

Feng Mubai's hopes were dashed, so he stepped on the wind and chased after him.

The fourth of the four styles is [Instant].

The air in front of me parted on its own and slid past my body like an oily film.

Feng Mubai moved silently and unhindered at high speed and caught up with Duan Tiannan.

The two men put their palms together, and the tiles over ten meters around them rolled and shattered like waves, and the wooden beams disintegrated into finger-length debris.

The distance is four hundred meters.

Feng Mubai was thrown away by the attack, and then entangled again. The blood from his mouth and nose wet his long beard.

The Tiangang Divine Wind Sutra specializes in medium and long range attacks, and fighting with Duan Tiannan in close combat is tantamount to using the weak to defeat the strong.

After three more rounds of fighting, the distance was shortened to three hundred meters.

The wind and clouds are like the sea, hanging high above the mountain.

Duan Tiannan's hair and beard stood out, and true energy flowed out from every acupuncture point on his body, like invisible rivers pouring into nothingness.

After maintaining the Hun Tian Technique for nearly a quarter of an hour, he only had 20% of his strength left and his attacks became increasingly difficult.

Even if life or death didn't matter, he had to at least save enough energy to perceive, aim, and complete the final blow.

Feng Mubai is here again.

He rammed into Duan Tiannan's side like a mad dog, causing both of them to fly away and plow through several houses.

Brick walls collapsed and gray smoke rose.

Duan Tiannan lay on his back in the ruins. In the darkened field of vision, the sunlight slanted through the dust, light golden and thin, like a shawl.

His body was dull, but his thoughts were as fast as lightning.

There are still two hundred meters left.

If you continue to get entangled with your opponent, you will miss the window to shoot.

We must save some more energy.

Anything can be exchanged for this.

Duan Tiannan crushed the broken stone between his fingertips and ran south. Feng Mubai caught up with him again.

His clothes were open, his ribs were lying like copper bars, and there was a fist-sized bald spot on his forehead, which was dripping with golden red.

Another gust of wind shot out, speeding at a low altitude, and the negative pressure lifted the roof all the way.

This time Duan Tiannan no longer maintained his golden body, and used his left arm to resist.

The blade enters the flesh and stops at the bones.

The blood boiled when it saw the light and evaporated in an instant.

Distance: 150 meters.

Duan Tiannan took off the spear in his hand, tore the white cloth into pieces, and made a gesture to throw it.

Feng Mubai lost his composure.

He exerted all his strength to overtake in an instant, using his body as a shield while shaping the storm into a sword blade and stabbing it towards Duan Tiannan's heart.

The heart and brain are the absolute weak points of a Yuanci warrior.

At the last moment, Duan Tiannan changed his tactics, but did not hide.

He let the strong wind pass through his heart and hit Feng Mu's face with his elbow.

This attack did not use any true energy, but relied entirely on physical strength.

Feng Mubai's nose was shattered and his consciousness was blurred, as if his brain had been removed from his skull and shaken.

He crashed into the middle of the blue brick road, leaving a spider web crack with a radius of several meters on the back of his head. His vision was filled with bloodshot and red, and he could not hear any sounds near or far, only a continuous sharp whistle.

The spine of Zhongcheng Qianmianfeng had supported the Huaiyang royal court for twenty years, but at this moment it could no longer support himself.

Only a hundred meters were left to the palace gate.

Duan Tiannan vomited blood after falling to the ground, and he gritted his teeth and moved forward.

Feng Mubai is disabled.

Feng Manyun was intercepted.

He now has plenty of space and enough strength.

But life is not enough.

After rushing for more than ten steps, Duan Tiannan felt cold all over and his vision blurred, as if he was about to wake up from a long dream.

Everything is moving away.

The future after each moment is more vague than the moment before.

We can't wait any longer, we must take action.

Duan Tiannan followed his instincts and infused the short spear with his true energy.

Closing his eyes, he saw all the lives in the city lighting up in his mind like emerald stars; above the clouds, a ray of vitality was lofty yet fading, shining like stars.

It must be that guy Feng Jianke.

Duan Tiannan thought about it and ran like a giant elephant, releasing all his strength for the final acceleration.

Step on the ground and throw the spear.

The long street shook violently and sonic booms roared.

A fiery red meteor rose up from the Yunlan City, slanting seven hundred feet, passing through the gap between day and night and piercing into the storm.

Feng Manyun, Hong Fan and four others stopped at the same time.

Feng Mubai forced his head to turn away, regardless of the blood choking into his trachea.

Duan Tiannan staggered to a stop, leaning on his knees.

Everyone stretched out their iron-hook-like eyes and saw that the red mark in the atmosphere faded and the impact dissipated.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths...

Arashiyama rotates leisurely.

The clouds are pale, and the roof tiles are black.

The world is immersed in ink painting, with only a stroke of vermilion in the middle of the road where people pass by.

Duan Tiannan moved forward with his eyes wide open, his steps were slow and he looked dazed.

The red silk around his waist absorbed the blood from the wound on his left chest, and it hung, extending infinitely on the ground.

The palace gate stands like a boundary.

Feng Chengyi huddled on the throne and watched the big man approaching.

His irises were soaked in blood, so thick it felt like it was burning.

Every step he took left a trail of red, as if an iron mountain was melting into a boiling river.

The cold fishy smell spread in the wind.

The wind started to tremble.

He had never known that a person could bleed so much, that blood could be so fishy, ​​or that one person could be millions of people...

The belt had soaked up enough blood and had turned black.

Feng Chengyi stared at it in amazement, and thinking of the same fishy liquid flowing through his body, he felt an innate and inescapable fear.

He was so scared that he rolled off the throne and hid behind the back of the chair with his head in his hands.

But Duan Tiannan was too lazy to even look at him.

The big man stubbornly moved forward to the top of the wind and clouds until his inverted hair roots collapsed, until his muscles lost their redness and his veins lost their blueness.

The road didn’t end yet, as expected.

Duan Tiannan smiled sadly, pressed his hand on the wound, and a few drops of blood splashed into the wind.

"Feng Jianke, this is the blood of the common people."

His eyes were out of focus, and he asked with a frown in the embrace of the long wind.

"Does it smell fishy?"

No one replied, only the lifeless body stood in the wind, as loud as iron.

In the distance, Fengyunding.

The celestial being hides in the mighty wind, standing still.

(End of this chapter)