Lord of the Desert

Chapter 98

As night falls, the sky looks like a porcelain bowl inlaid with the Milky Way, upside down.

Now that the sky is broken, the relatively flat third pass of the Redduo Mountain Road is even more unreliable.

The two sides lit torches and fought again, and there will be results in a short time.

Leaving behind more than a dozen corpses, the sand bandits retreated into the cave, relying on the terrain and long weapons to make a final resistance.

At such a time, a strong attack is no longer necessary.

Cui Erye led people to cut down dozens of Populus euphratica, split them into firewood, piled them up at the entrance of the cave and set them on fire.

Black and yellow smoke rose up and poured into the cave in large streams.

The carbon monoxide and sulfur dioxide produced by incomplete combustion mixed with carbon ash particles easily forced back several lines of defense.

But the sand bandits who withdrew in a hurry were dealt with more horribly than suffocation.

He Liangjun drew down his long whip, and with one blow, he broke the bones and wiped away the flesh and blood like mud.

"Who told you to retreat?"

He asked casually.

A little to the side of the whip, the two corpses were in a miserable state of death, each lying down.

No one dared to respond.

The sand bandits huddled by the stone wall, trembling like quails, for fear of repeating the mistakes of their companions.

But the more frightened his subordinates were, the more uncontrollable He Liangjun's rage became.

Because he knew better than anyone else that these people could no longer fight.

"Stay here, don't retreat."

He Liangjun threw down the whip, blood spattered on his chin.

"If one retreats, the entire army will be killed."

"Don't think about surrendering, which of the three Jinhai families doesn't have our blood feud?"

The corners of his mouth were pressed down, the lip line was tightly drawn, but his face was obviously smiling.

"Usually use copper coins dipped in blood, and eat steamed buns filled with human flesh, but now you want to live when your knees give up?"

"Even if you go out, you can't escape the knife that cuts your head off."

He said lightly, his bloody eyes were like tongues of fire rushing up from the [-]th floor of hell, licking the cheeks of the bandits one by one.

In the Juyi hall, Yu Kaicheng couldn't see the smoke, but he could feel the air between his mouth and nose getting cloudy.

He paced back and forth countless times, sat down on the top chair, closed his eyelids but suddenly felt dizzy.

It's like standing high on a burning building, the end of the six senses, full of alarms that the building is about to collapse.

"Where's Big Brother?"

The cold question interrupted his vision.

Yu Kaicheng opened his eyes and saw He Liangjun striding in full of blood.

"In Blackpool."

he replied, throat tightening.

"Follow me."

He Liangjun glanced at him and said in a commanding tone.

There is a dark river passing through the foot of Hongduo Mountain, feeding several Populus euphratica forests at the foot of the mountain.

Hundreds of people on the sea rely on it for drinking and washing.

The narrow, long and deep corridor spirals downward, and there is no one on duty.

Across the corner, the sound of ding-dong water came briskly, mixed with regular rustling.

The two masters walked into the cave with torches, and saw their eldest brother sitting on the rock by the pool, holding a double-edged knife in one hand and a stone in the other.

The movement reciprocates, but it is sharpening the knife.

The dancing flames hit Wan Guangji's figure on the water, making He Liangjun confused and unbearably irritable.

After being sworn brothers for so many years, that double-edged knife has always been blunt.

The "Splitting Light Knife" practiced by Wan Guangji uses Gengjin Zhenqi as the blade, so it is invincible, so where does it need to be sharpened?

"Brother, the cave is being smoked with fire outside, and we are forced to get out of the cave."

He Liangjun sniffed the cool air here, and said.

Wan Guangji didn't reply, just nodded and continued to sharpen his knife.

The silence lasted for a few breaths, and He Liangjun spoke again, urging.

"Brother, I'm not afraid of death, but we can't wait for death!"

"I still have eleven black yakshas, ​​and there are 13 people below who have penetrated the cultivation base."

"How about we force them to take the medicine and rush out?"

"It's completely dark now, if we can break through and snatch the horse down the mountain, we won't have a chance to survive!"

He couldn't wait for a reply right away.

The rustle is still there.

Wan Guangji lowered his head and sharpened his knife until He Liangjun's forehead was swollen with blue veins and his hands slowly clenched into fists before speaking.

"Our four brothers became sworn brothers seven years ago."

He took the water with his hands to wash off the stone chips on the knife surface.

"Second brother, I was just thinking about how I would react if I heard that you were going to use a black nightshade for your brothers..."

He Liangjun pursed his lips tightly, breathing more and more heavily.

But Wan Guangji didn't realize it.

"The four of us have fought together for four years, and Haifei has established a famous name."

"Before that, we didn't even have a stable village, we ate all the meat we had, and drank all the wine..."

"Because every battle is the last battle and every meal is the last meal."

The head of the sea fly said slowly, sharpening the knife in his hands.

He Liangjun opened his mouth and let go of his fist, but he didn't dare to speak.

"At that time, we, hey, just relied on a knife in our hands and breathed our hearts out!"

"There is no way out;"

"Death to live."

Wan Guangji smiled high-spiritedly.

"Then we dominated Gimhae for three years."

"Give orders, show off your power, and lie on those chairs every day like a hen hatching an egg, making no progress in martial arts."

"Three years have passed, and I only gave myself an excuse to go to the limit of my skills and talents, and I have an explanation."

The words paused, but the whetstone was still ringing.

Every time I go back and forth, it's like dropping a knife, cutting off a strand of delusional thoughts.

Gold and iron pass over stone, and gradually have a blade.

Wan Guangji stroked the silver knife with his fingers, and a blood bead oozed out from his fingertips.

Then he suddenly got up and stood with the knife in hand.

"Do you remember? Lao Tzu ranks 570th and second on the evil list!"

"You don't need the black yaksha, and you don't need the brothers to kill you with your life."

"As long as Hong Jian is defeated, we can pass this hurdle."

He looked at He Liangjun in a blink of an eye, and the bloodshot and restless Second Leader received the gaze, as if he had been stabbed in the face, and suddenly backed away half a step.

Yu Kaicheng who witnessed all this, four big characters came to his mind, it was the name of the elder brother resounding in Jinhai-Dari Knife Wheel.

"Our heart is blunt, and we should sharpen it long ago."

Wan Guangji casually threw the whetstone into the dark river.

"Come with me."

He strode forward without looking back.

"I hid the blood essence of the Dragon Heir in the stone coffin, and you can come back to get it later."

"If I can survive this battle, I will break my innateness and walk on the ground, and I won't need it."

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The firewood pile at the entrance of the cave was removed, and the smoke diffused slightly.

Thanks to Hong Fan's one-time victory, the morale of the Jinhaicheng coalition forces was high, and they launched another fierce attack.

This time Hong Fan was only accompanying Hong Jian, Chi Liangbi and Hong Sheng rushed forward, as well as a dozen uninjured elites.

The corridors in the sea fly nest are narrow, and the terrain is also easy to defend but difficult to attack.

But the leaders directly under Fang Tianzong had all died in battle, and the remaining Penetration Realm couldn't see the three leaders on the front line, and they were unwilling to contribute.

That's why the sand bandits have no morale, and the attacking side is like a broken bamboo.

"This grotto is hidden deep in the mountainside, and there is only one entrance and exit."

Li Shenji said with his hands behind his back.

"In an emergency, not to mention Wan Guangji, who is in harmony with heaven and man, even an innate master would not be able to open the passage again."

"None of them can escape..."

He gritted his teeth sharply, perhaps thinking of his dead brother, it was rare for him to lose his demeanor.

Not long after, soldiers came to report that most of the passages had been cleared, and the vanguard was forced to the Juyi Hall.

Hong Jian heard the words and gave an order to go down to the enemy's nest.

In the Juyi hall, the king sees the king in the end.

PS: I don’t know what’s going on. In the last book, sometimes I didn’t have a good idea and wrote it hard. If I didn’t want to be satisfied with this book, I couldn’t write it at all.

It's a bit difficult to code two chapters a day...

(End of this chapter)