"When you die, you dare to knife me, but there is a kind!"

Fang Tianzong praised loudly, and raised the knife with one hand.

Gold and iron clash, shock waves spread.

The true qi of the broken tiger first shattered the goose feathers and the heavy snow turned into a white mist, and the overflowing flames completely evaporated it.

The radius is three meters, and it is clear in an instant.

With one hand to two hands, Fang Tianzong just stopped castration, but Hong Fan coughed up blood at the corner of his mouth, and was blasted backwards.

The sheer strength of the two was clearly displayed in this encounter, and there was at least a five-fold difference.

Based on Hong Fan's current 700-kilogram squat, Fang Tianzong's absolute strength is between three and four tons.

It's comparable to a light truck from a previous life.

"It's my turn!"

The giant man straightened the knife tendons, and was about to chase after the knife to mend the knife, but it was dark in front of him.

At the time of the counterattack just now, the vast sand fog that Hong Fan had secretly prepared had already formed.

At this time, he took advantage of the momentum to collide, and his figure was instantly swallowed by the barren sand.

[There are still fifty meters left.] 】

Hong Fan crashed into the snow and immediately turned over, swallowed the blood in his throat, and ran towards the hill without stopping.

But this time, Fang Tianzong was not at a loss.

"It's just a tooth wisdom that picks up horses and sand sand, do you think it's enough to run rampant in the world?"

He laughed loudly, his nose fluttering.

In the next second, the snow exploded, and there was no one in place.

Within Hong Fan's sand mist sense, a strong humanoid holding a flaky weapon suddenly crashed in.

His body was full of empty doors, long ape arms, and close to him was a flat thorn.

[How did he lock me?] 】

Hong Fan was shocked in his heart, and in his hurry, he could only defend passively.

The blade hit, and Fang Tianzong got feedback.

The first force is to shake the horizontal knife vertically.

The second time it was forced, it penetrated into the sand shield.

The third time the force is forced, and it is the flesh and bones that are cut off.

As soon as he returned the knife, Fang Tianlong, whose eyes were tightly closed, heard a muffled snort.

The sand and fog receded, and he was once again bathed in light.

When I opened my eyes, there was a shallow line of blood left on the snow.

"This is the secret technique of breaking the tiger knife, called tiger sniffing."

Fang Tianzong stroked the bright red notch on the blade of the knife and said in a cruel voice.

"When a tiger sees blood, it will never lose ......"

As the words fell, he burst into the sand mist at another speed.

On the other side, Hong Fan ignored the severe pain in the broken sternum, and accelerated with all his strength, while disturbing the barren sand and blurring his position.

But the smell of fresh blood emanating from his body is transmitting the movement all the time.

[Only five meters away......]

The continuous desperate struggle made it difficult for the true yuan of the sand world to continue for a while.

At the moment of life and death, Hong Fan had to carry a knife as a shield.

Time seems to slow down.

The sand that was swept away.

Crushed snow.

The relative position of the ridge in front of you, the self, and the giant behind you......

The torrent of information swept through Hong Fan Lingtai, overlapping with reality with the snap of a finger.

The broken steel knife to, and the four-character inscription of "Wang Buliuxing" in the middle cut off the scarred horizontal knife.

The ringing is sharp and suddenly extinguished.

Hong Fan's mind turned white, and he knew that life and death were no longer up to anyone at this moment.

Three steps away, Fang Tianzong still had his eyes closed, but the experience of countless knife movements allowed him to clearly judge the movements of his prey.

The opponent's weapon has been lost.

The tip of the knife is half an inch into the flesh, and the edge of the knife is half a foot long.

Not fatal enough, but affects the opponent's center of gravity.

"This knife will cut off your head!"

Fang Tianzhong laughed uncontrollably, and his right foot was like thunder.

In the dim sand fog, the two of them jumped out with all their strength one after the other.

A few meters is fleeting.

In this battle, Fang Tianzong was able to hold the knife with both hands for the first time and use all his strength towards the prey.

Under this knife, whether it is a sand shield or a human body, it will be cut in two.

But he never imagined that the killing knife would actually fail.

[Why is Hong Fan displaced? 】

Fang Tian was puzzled.

[Lift yourself up with sand? 】

[Eat me twice in a row, he can't get angry......]

His mind raced until he stepped into the air.

Fear struck suddenly, eating through the bones.

The sand fog is blown away by the mountain wind and returns to the sun.

Fang Tianzong opened his eyes and found that he was actually in the sky.

Glancing back, there was already a hanging cliff behind him.

It was only at this time that he suddenly realized that since he approached the ridge line, the sand and fog in a radius of more than ten meters had always blocked most of his vision, making him lose his judgment of the drastic changes in the terrain.

"How dare you trade my life?!"

When death came, Fang Tianzong screamed in horror, and he couldn't even hold the big knife that he had never left his body.

Then he saw the scattered sand mist reconverging, filling the gap between Hong Fan's limbs and continuing to expand.

It's like a featherless wing.

[This, this is? 】

Fang Tianzong watched as the glider quickly took shape, helping Hong Fan, who was not far away, stabilize his altitude.

The heavens and the earth fell, leaving him alone to accelerate his fall.

Worse than the worst, it is precisely the "death with the enemy" that turns into "solitary hell".

The bandits' minds were completely broken.

"I don't accept it, I don't accept ......"

Dragging the last roar of his life, Fang Tianzong fell faster and faster like a meteor, and finally smashed on the ice rock at the bottom of the cliff.

The turbulence of the cliff obscured the sound coming back from the bottom of the cliff.

Hong Fan was unmoved, and did his best to maintain the stable output of the true element of the sand world.

The sand wings he condensed with his limbs as a skeleton are the "youth version" - there is no power, and the total area is only a dozen square meters.

According to the area ratio of the minimum half a square meter of a parachute load per kilogram, this sand wing is not enough for an ordinary person to reduce to a safe speed.

Fortunately, Hong Fan is not an ordinary person.

With the help of snow cushioning and skillful body-touching skills, he fell to the bottom of the cliff unharmed.

Looking up, the cliffs are like ice hanging swords, standing still under the impact of wind and snow.

After the crisis was resolved, Hong Beom dealt with his injuries first.

Most of his sternum was cut off at the bone position, and there was a hole on his side and back that was more than ten centimeters long and half an inch deep.

At this moment, the adrenaline slowly receded, and the pain came up like a fire.

"A simple sternal injury is not very risky, and the back is only a traumatic injury."

After a brief assessment, Hong Fan tore off the clean strip of cloth from his coat and used it as a bandage after being roasted by the flames.

Then, according to the memory of a glimpse when he landed, he found Fang Tianzong on an ice rock.

Three hundred meters off the cliff, this giant man fell down solidly, but he was not dead.

"The legs are broken, the waist and hips are eroded, the five internal organs are damaged, and the internal bleeding points are difficult to count."

Hong Fan checked Fang Tianzong's injuries with pressure and exclaimed.

"You can still breathe a sigh of relief, and your physique is worthy of its reputation."

As he spoke, he stood up and made eye contact with the bulging eyeballs that the sand bandits were staring at.

"You may not believe it."

"The gap between you and me is too big, I just wanted to take advantage of this trench to escape; I didn't expect you to be too murderous, but you fell into the abyss. ”

Hong Fan was silent for a moment, and then asked softly.

"I have heard that men are dying, and their words are kind."

"Can you tell me who is going to kill me?

Fang Tianzong became excited, as if he wanted to scold angrily.

But his throat was clogged with blood and he could only make a ho-ho sound in the end.

"Well, it's because I'm thinking too much."

Hong Fan nodded, turned around and walked down the ice rock.

Two days ago, he was kicked off a cliff and now frozen into a lump of ice, next to the wild boar, lying down with a broken steel knife that had been cut in half.

He picked up the knife, weighed the weight of his hand, and strode back.

"Those who are strong will not die, and those who are victorious will meet their enemies......"

"You have today, all of them are self-inflicted."

Holding a knife in both hands, Hong Fan spoke loudly and stood on the side of the sand bandits.

"Fang Tianzong, this life is coming, but there is still unfinished business?"

Ho-ho was suddenly intense.

"Hmph, I'm afraid you don't have ......"

The broken knife was cut down, and there was a clatter.

(End of chapter)