Fang Tianzong was stunned when he heard this, if it weren't for his many years of experience in the rivers and lakes, he would almost have to talk.

But this is enough for Hong Fan to see the truth and the truth.

[The other party really came at me. 】

He silently thought, glanced at the scorching battlefield beside him, and had made a decision.

"Do you think we are unprepared for today's events?"

Hong Fan smiled confidently and looked at the mouth of the valley in the distance.

Fang Tianzong couldn't help but be shocked when he saw this.

But in the blink of an eye, Hong Fan strode to grab a wandering ownerless horse and galloped towards the west.

After confirming the motives of the sand bandits, and seeing the strong and brute force of Broken Steel, Hong Fan admitted that he had no capital to deal with his opponent on the chaotic battlefield.

The only way to survive is to take advantage of the sea to fly and the other two masters can't spare their hands, take advantage of the mountain and forest terrain to get rid of Fang Tianzhong, and then take a detour back to the city.

Seeing that the client's only designated head was about to run, Fang Tianzong had no choice but to follow.

The two chased and fled, quickly leaving the battlefield behind.

This scene was seen by Hong Sheng, Hong Yu, Chi Xinchi, Cui Yutang and many others, and it was indescribably tragic.

The sluggish admired Hong Fandu's courage in dealing with the broken steel, while the shrewd thought that he wanted to delay the strong enemy and reduce casualties.

But no matter what, they didn't think that Hong Fan would come back alive.

Fang Tianzong is the four veins, and Hong Fan is through the six meridians.

Just a big realm.

This is not a gap that can be bridged by combat experience and fist and kick skills.

The horse stepped on the snowfield, although the speed was fast, but it was not fast for the warrior.

Taking Hong Fan as an example, Hong Lie and Hong Yu were able to keep up with the horses for a short time.

They're just at the top.

At this time, if he was replaced by the "four-armed yaksha" Yu Kaicheng, I am afraid that he would have already caught up.

However, Fang Tianzong's body was bulky, and the Broken Tiger Sword he cultivated only focused on strength and explosion, and his cruising speed was a short board.

Soon galloped past the foothills and into the foothills.

As the slope of the terrain increased, the speed of the war horse dropped significantly, and the distance was finally shortened.

Fifteen meters, ten meters, five meters......

Fang Tianzong stomped on the ground and blasted the snow, like a tiger jumping into a stream.

The big knife slashed horizontally, and the horse's legs were broken like straw poles.

Hong Fan resolutely abandoned the horse, and when he rolled to the ground, he lifted a wall of sand backwards, forcing the people behind him to cover their eyes with a knife.

But the effect is only temporary.

Before he could run twenty meters at full speed, the evil wind was already approaching behind him.

"Die!"

In the midst of the loud shouts, Fang Tian slid out of the knife.

This time, he spared no effort, and the speed of the knife did not give up a single cent of the heavy injury to Li Xutuo.

Just listening to the wind howling in his ears, Hong Fan knew that this knife was unavoidable.

He struck a little to the ground, and turned in the air against the enemy, and stopped the king who had returned to his sheath.

A loud bang shook the forest.

The broadsword pressed forward, first chopping the outer sheath into countless sawdust, and then easily slammed the blade open, pressing into the sand shield.

Powerful penetration.

The barren sand that clings to Hong Fan's belly exploded layer by layer in an instant, not only absorbing kinetic energy, but also transmitting momentum.

Standing and retracting the knife, Fang Tian glanced at the tip of the knife, but there was no blood.

Running at full speed for a long time, and then casting a thunderous blow, Rao is he has a clear realm cultivation and has to recover a little.

On the other side, Hong Fan, who had escaped with his strength, flew upside down seven or eight meters like a cannonball, and hit the bottom of a cedar tree that two people were hugging.

The giant tree shook, shaking out a large cloud of ice mist, and then the snow on the branches collapsed, burying Hong Fan with his body.

"You sand shell is resistant to beating."

Fang Tianzong laughed while calming his breathing.

No response.

"Don't play dead, I smell the blood you coughed up."

He deliberately chattered and provoked, unwilling to give Hong Fan any chance easily.

"You actually blocked it well just now, but with the weight of my broken tiger knife, how many times can you take it?"

Just then, the snowdrift suddenly exploded.

Fang Tian was scrupled about the means of the Sand World, and slightly put on the defensive.

Then he saw Hong Fan biting the back of the horizontal knife and crawling up along the trunk of the cedar tree.

The pointed cones of gravel are set around the limbs, and they can be easily nailed into the bark of the tree with a single move, and in the blink of an eye, the owner is sent to the top of the tree.

It's faster than the ape cheetah.

"Do you think that a mere dead wood can save your life?"

Fang Tianzong walked under the tree and raised his head and asked.

Hong Fan, who was riding at a height of more than ten meters, suddenly hammered down the branch beside him when he saw this.

The heavy snow fell, pounced on Fang Tianzong's head and face.

"The surname Fang, your ability to kill people is not good, but there is a lot of nonsense?"

Hong Fan looked at the giant man with a snowy face under the tree and laughed loudly.

Fang Tian was so angry that he smoked, and after retreating a few steps, he picked up a few stones and threw them towards the top of the tree.

It's a pity that he doesn't know anything about hidden weapon techniques, and he can't guarantee strength and accuracy at the same time.

Hong Fan either dodged around the tree, or blocked with a horizontal knife or sand shield, and easily broke the siege.

"You wait, I can't let you die right away!"

The flying stone failed, and Fang Tianzong said a few cruel words.

But when the words dissipated, looking at Hong Fan who was cowering at the top of the tree, he couldn't think of any easy way for a while.

It must be known that the evil bandit "broke steel" has a tiger's back and a bear's waist, a height of more than 1.9 meters, and a weight of more than 300 catties.

There are so many sand bandits in the entire Gimhae Desert, and there is no more majestic giant than him.

Unfortunately, all of the above are disadvantages for climbing trees.

If he was on the tip, Fang Tianzong, who couldn't use a big knife and wasn't good at longitudinal techniques, might not be able to deal with the pervasive gravel - you must know that most of the people who died at the hands of Ma Jingsha were blocked by the sand.

After hesitating for a moment, the three masters of the sea still chose to break the trick with strength.

In other words, cut down trees.

Armed with a big sword, Fang Tianzong slashed horizontally with twelve layers of skill, and penetrated deep into the heart of the wood with one blow.

Hong Fan was high on the top of the tree, only to feel a shock under his feet, and couldn't help frowning.

The power of this knife to cut through the heavy armor is also idle, completely beyond the upper limit of his response.

Three or four knives down, the blade of the big knife was not damaged at all, and a huge hole was dug out at the base of the cedar tree.

After moving the tiger's mouth that was shocked to sour numbness, Fang Tianzong ignored Hong Fan's harassing ridicule and stepped forward to push the tree.

Facing the towering muscles of the evil man, the giant tree finally couldn't hold on and tilted slowly.

But Fang Tianzong couldn't be happy for long.

The fir trees have strong trunks and weak branches, and their distribution is relatively sparse, so they cannot move from tree to tree with the bouncing of Hongfan.

But the fall of the tree has only healed this obstacle.

When the two trees staggered, Hong Fan jumped one by one, and actually climbed another big tree, and quickly climbed to the top of the tree.

Fang Tian, who was carrying the knife, opened his mouth, but he was speechless.

After a while, the smaller tree was cut in half.

Hong Fan took advantage of the moment when Fang Tianzong's big sword entered the wood and could not be pulled out, and took the initiative to jump down and transfer again......

This was repeated many times, and more than a dozen trees were felled, and Hong Fan was finally confined to the edge of the woods.

"This time, I'll see where you're going!"

Unleashing one last cruel remark, the giant man laughed and pushed down the giant tree.

Hong Fan rolled into the snow, and after unloading the force, he ran wildly.

Away from the cedar trees, the low pine trees beside him with thick legs were no longer enough to rely on.

In the rear, Fang Tianzong was wheezing violently and chased after him with a knife.

Only three percent of his true qi was left in his dantian.

In the face of Hong Fan, this is more than enough.

On the mountainside, there is no trace of snow.

The wind and snow are getting higher and the slopes are steeper.

Hong Fan ran desperately against the ice wind, and his cheeks were numb by the large snow particles.

He recognized his surroundings—the boar two days ago, on his last journey before the woods, and that was the same road.

Because of this, Hong Fan knows that his only chance of life lies ahead.

The ridge is already in sight.

The swords will chase after you.

The heavy footsteps behind him were getting closer.

At a critical juncture, Hong Fan bit the tip of his tongue and cut off all the distracting thoughts.

Then reflexively charged.

He stepped in three steps, nailing through the snow and dragging out the sand and smoke with every step.

Yan Liujin was almost extravagantly poured into "the king does not stay".

The heat wave was rolling and scorching, and in the midst of the heavy snow, a smoke channel opened in an instant.

PS: After cutting the polyp, the stomach and intestines have improved.

In the past two days, I didn't feel very in the state of writing, and my emotions couldn't get in, and I was slightly dissatisfied with what I wrote.

(End of chapter)