Lord of the Desert

Chapter 80 Interception
"Second brother is right."

Fang Tianzong nodded in agreement.

In the ice and snow, this person is still in single clothes.

"We are three against two in the Hunran Realm, and twenty-five against eighteen in the Tongtong Realm."

"For a group of pampered waste, foot combat is enough."

As he spoke, he pierced the six-foot broadsword in his hand into the snow, picked up the iron armor at his feet and began to put it on.

He Liangjun looked down at the hunting team that had completely entered the valley, and began to give orders.

"Hong Sheng already has seven veins, and he happens to be in the same realm as me. I'll go meet him."

"The fourth child is good at wrestling, so go and entangle Li Shenji."

"Those ten heads, the third child is in charge of leading people to chop them off."

"Let's go when you have enough money, we don't do business at a loss!"

After he finished speaking, he used gestures to summon the minions who were waiting on the side.

"Put the log down and block their way."

A moment later, a thunderous rumble shook the valley.

Everyone followed the prestige, and saw a snow dragon flying down from the eastern hillside and hitting the front, setting off a large cloud of white mist.

"An avalanche or a falling rock?" Hong Ping didn't feel any difference, and asked easily.

But with their strong eyesight, Hong Fan and the others caught a glimpse of several figures following Xue Long down the mountain.

A sharp ear-cutting sound rose from the ground, suppressing all the echoes left by the rolling log falling into the mountain.

"'Seven steps to kill the star' He Liangjun, please stop and rest for a while."

The howling sound galloped along with the wind, all the way to the end of the valley.

Haifei's notoriety, coupled with hundreds of armed bandits coming out of the forest at this time, caused a commotion in the team of over 500 people.

No one could have predicted the interception of Haifei.

The hunting team has a large number of people, is not weak in combat power, and does not carry property.

However, it is full of the most core young children of each family, which involves a lot.

In other words, tough, low-quality, high-consequences—the least favorite target for bandits.

But the facts are already in front of us.

At the front, Li Shenji, as the organizer, was duty-bound and approached to talk.

He Liangjun didn't hide his intention of coming, and told him directly.

"Young Master Li, don't worry, we're not here to kill."

"I just want to borrow ten heads."

There was a smile in the warm voice.

Then, the three masters of Haifei Fei saw with satisfaction that many hunters hired by the Li family fled from the two sides of the team, and quickly reduced the number of targets by nearly one-fifth.

These townsfolk used money to serve them, so how could they be willing to risk their lives for the young masters and ladies in the city for one or two taels of silver?

Just when Li Shenji tried to mediate with words, the backbones of each family had already responded.

Carts and sleds are lined up to form temporary obstacles.

A dozen or so worthless daughters were evacuated out of the valley under the protection of servants.

"There are 130 people on the opposite side, less than half of us."

Hong Amnesty said, and took off the two hatchets from the horse.

"The sand bandits can only fight against the wind, and it is not difficult for us to stick to it relying on the valley road."

He looked at Hong Ping, pretending to be relaxed.

"You are young, follow Yiyue and they will withdraw first."

Hearing this, Jiang Youcai, who was stuffed with a hunting knife in his arms by Mr. Tang, beamed with joy.

As a child of the family, the more dangerous you are, the more you cannot escape.

The end of abandoning the master will only be worse than dying in battle.

But Hong Ping flatly refused.

"I won't go; Brother Dahu, cousin, don't underestimate me!"

He took down the horizontal knife hanging from the saddle and followed closely.

Hong Sheng was trying to dissuade him, but he saw Hong Fan pressing Hong Ping's shoulder first.

"You haven't studied ethnology, it's not a coward to be wise and protect yourself."

Hong Fan exerted force with his five fingers, and while forcing the younger brother to look directly at him, he said quickly.

"If you don't leave, you may die here later, or you may be disabled for life."

He paused for a moment, then asked again.

"Ask you again, go or stay?"

Hong Ping suffocated at first, and then his face turned red.

"I, Hong Ping, am not afraid of death!"

He clenched the horizontal knife tightly, as if standing on the cliff of pig hunting for the second time, and replied with a straight neck.

"Life and death are your own choice, if you don't regret it, that's fine."

Hong Fan nodded lightly, and didn't say anything more, but rushed towards the front of the formation under the protection of Mr. Tang holding a steel fork.

In the middle of the valley, two rows of carriages form a simple city wall.

On both sides of the empty city wall, hundreds of people armed with knives and guns faced each other silently, ready to explode.

"Young Master Li, some of the jobs we Haifei took over were not successful, but we never regretted it."

He Liangjun squatted on a slanted log and moved his fingers lightly.

"Since you don't want to borrow this head, we can only take it ourselves."

"Little ones, follow me to kill!"

He made a sharp howling sound like a night owl, and was the first to enter the battle after walking on the snow for dozens of steps.

A three-meter-long hunting spear stabbed from the back of the cart.

He Liangjun avoided the tip of the gun and rolled onto the carriage. When he stretched his arm again, he poked his finger on the chest of the servant with the gun.

The latter didn't feel any pain as soon as he moved his middle finger, but when he wanted to move again, he suddenly spurted out a big mouthful of blood.

When the hunting spear and the corpse fell to the ground at the same time, He Liangjun had already rushed into the crowd and killed another person.

The "Seven Star Fingers" he practiced is a well-known third-rank martial art, and it is said that every blow can cut off the Qi veins.

And as long as it hits seven times, the accumulated injuries will be detonated simultaneously, and those who fall into it are hopeless.

The title of "Seven Steps to Kill Stars" is derived from this.

With the Qixing finger pointing, He Liangjun killed three times in three steps, until an invisible fire cloud forced him back.

"What a fire cloud palm."

He grinned and took the initiative to meet Hong Sheng.

Just at this time, the laggards shouted to kill.

The two sides engaged in full combat.

On the west side of the front line, a big man with a short spear stepped onto the cart and stabbed at Hong Fanfei.

Since ancient times, single-handedly entering the gun has been a difficult problem.

But the advantage of cultivation can make up for everything.

Hong Fan came later, cut off the tip of the spear with his backhand, and then slashed out with the second knife, cutting across the bandit's calf.

The screams and the blood sprayed at the same time.

The bandit lost his balance and fell on the car, instinctively grabbing the wound.

Tang Da, who was guarding at the side, pulled out the hatchet from his waist, rushed forward and slashed his throat with the knife, and he didn't let go until the body was completely motionless.

The fronts staggered in an instant, turning into a situation where you have me.

The world is crowded.

Above the fighting crowd, roars, screams, shouts, and the sound of clashes between weapons and weapons, weapons and wood mixed together, boiling the snow valley together with the poured blood.

Tang Daguo was sprayed with blood from the neck of his neck, and when he applied it casually, he heard the sound of retching behind him.

He looked back and saw Hong Ping kneeling on the ground, vomited tears, and even dropped the knife on the ground.

At the critical moment, Hong Fan stopped talking, stepped forward and grabbed his neckline, shook his hands and slapped him twice.

Hong Ping's profile immediately swelled up.

With pain on his face, his eyes were slightly clear.

"It's too late to go now."

Hong Fan put down his words, turned around and flew a falling arrow.

Behind him, Hong Ping stared blankly at the blood-burned snow under the cart, picked up the horizontal knife after a while, got up and stood by his brother's side.

After the first wave hit, the positions of the three brothers of the Hong family were still stable.

However, other positions have been lost in many places.

On the east side of the front line, a sand bandit wearing a hood to cover his face blasted the steering wheel and charged into the formation.

Slashing with a six-foot broadsword, breaking the barrel of the gun first, and then entering the breastbone of the gun holder.

While drawing the saber smoothly, this person stepped up and dropped his shoulders, and knocked the second person into the air.

(End of this chapter)