It's getting late.

The afterglow of the setting sun painted the trunks of the trees in the snowy valley with a layer of blood.

The invisible cloud of fire sped low in the sky, grazing the target and shooting into the air.

The heated and expanded air emitted a terrifying thunderclap.

He Liangjun rolled over and landed on the ground, inserting the palm of his right hand into the ice and snow, making a snorting sound.

At this point, the confident and cruel smile on his face had long since disappeared.

The skin and sleeve of his left forearm were burned by Yan Liujin, but there was not even a trace of pain.

This is a sign of severe necrosis of deep tissues.

On the other hand, Hong Sheng is not much better.

His shirt was ragged, and he had a crimson patch in the middle on his right shoulder and a blackened bruise on his left rib.

It is thanks to the seven star fingers.

Dozens of meters away, Li Shenji's image is still bright.

It's not that his strength is stronger than the four-armed yaksha, but that Yu Kaicheng is cunning and sparing, and the war is just entangled, and the one-on-one duel is simply a guerrilla.

The battlefield was littered with corpses, and the battle was getting slower and sluggish.

Although the hunting team was struggling to survive and was unable to fight back, the sand bandits also suffered a lot of casualties and had no will to fight.

In the final analysis, the number of heads required before coming has already been cut enough, and Haifei has never exceeded the professionalism of completing the task.

I haven't withdrawn until now, just because the three masters haven't come back yet.

At this moment, a strong wind howled from the woodland on the edge of the valley.

A blood-stained broadsword swept through the forest and spun for dozens of meters, crossing a carriage that had fallen in the middle of the battlefield.

Sporadic fighting stopped.

Many people on both sides of the attack and defense recognized that this was Fang Tianzong's big knife "Broken Steel" that never left his body.

The significance of the return of this knife is self-evident.

The voices of the defenders were temporarily annihilated.

Hong Yu could barely hold the hatchet.

Tang Da, who was stabbed in his body, turned black in front of him.

Zheng Furui, who was being protected in the rear, was stunned, and her body was even more cold.

"The three masters are back!"

On the contrary, the sand bandits cheered and resounded.

No one cares about the blade being cut off in half.

Unless it is a real divine weapon that is connected to nature and unpredictable, the rest of the weapons are only consumables, no matter how famous they are, and they have always been new.

Fang Tianzong either cut people or cut iron every day, and the broken steel broadsword had already been changed several times.

When the call in the valley stopped, the footsteps in the forest gradually approached.

When everyone's eyes converged, they saw an emaciated figure striding out of the forest, throwing a spherical object casually.

The object rolled along the snow, and at last it was facing the sky, and it was a human head.

The smiles of the bandits quickly faded.

Although the man's head was covered in blood, and his eyes were even more terrifying, they still recognized his identity.

"This, this is the head of the three masters?!"

One of the nearest bandits shouted first.

The sound is like a knife, and the noise is killed.

"It's hard for you to recognize it."

Those who come out of the forest stand on a high place, laughing loudly.

It was Hong Fan.

"Why, I didn't think it was me who came back alive?"

His eyes widened as he swept over the bandits.

"Fang Tianzong thinks that if he cultivates to a level higher than himself, he will be able to win steadily."

"It's stupid!"

"If Xingjun is so easy to kill, how can the Duke of Shocking Sha run rampant in the Golden Sea for ten years?"

In a few words, Hong Fan had already crossed the snow valley and stepped into battle.

With every foot he entered, the bandits retreated.

When he stood still in the center of the snow valley, he used himself as a boundary, so that the two warring sides were clearly distinguished.

The tide turned abruptly.

Behind Hong Fan, the disciples of Jin Hai, who had been killed exhausted, only felt that there was strength in their bodies again, and the urge to repay the blood debt was surging.

In front of Hong Fan, the sand bandits looked at the three masters who had come back but not completely returned, as if a basin of ice water had been poured on their heads.

Seeing this, He Liangjun had to intervene.

"How did you kill the third child?"

He asked sharply, his eyes fixed on Hong Fan, trying to see the latter's reality clearly.

But as soon as the game of mutual temptation began, it was ended by "stud".

"Seven steps to kill stars, only ask some nonsense?"

Hong Fan glanced at He Liangjun obliquely, and shot a stream of sand with his backhand, suddenly pulling out the broken steel broadsword inserted in the carriage.

With the knife in hand, he stepped up and stepped on Fang Tianzong's head and looked at Hong Sheng.

"How is the condition of the eldest brother, can he still fight?"

"It's not good, but it's not worse than this shorty."

Hong Sheng replied.

Hong Fan bowed slightly, and slowly crushed Fang Tianzong's head into the slush.

"Although it took a lot of effort to slaughter this guy under my feet, I also have spare strength."

As he spoke, he raised his broadsword and pointed to the sea flying from afar.

"There is one killer left, one Nakshatra; Why don't I join forces with my two brothers and keep one more? ”

Although this is a question, anyone can hear that the fighting spirit is high.

"That's exactly what I mean."

Hong Sheng replied in a loud voice, slamming the palm of his hand.

In the snow valley, the atmosphere is tense again.

Hong Fan slowly pressed forward, and the ground around him within a radius of ten meters was agitated.

The sand is fluttering, like the stars holding the moon and floating in the air.

Seeing the majesty of the Star Monarch, not only did the sand bandit feel worried in his heart, but even Yu Kaicheng couldn't help but wander his gaze.

His own family knows his own affairs, and when it comes to frontal combat, where can he, the fourth child, compare to the old Sanfang Tianzong?

But at this moment, the "broken steel" people are all dead, and Hong Fan doesn't even seem to be seriously injured......

After noticing that Li Shenji secretly pinched his sword finger and slowly approached, the four masters flying on the sea couldn't hold back at all.

"Second brother?"

Yu Kaicheng quietly withdrew a few steps and called at He Liangjun.

With this voice taking the lead, the sand bandits all turned their eyes back to look at the second master.

He Liangjun's face was gloomy, knowing that the military spirit was no longer available.

Sand bandits are no better than the army, and there is no such thing as a ban when fighting against the wind - being a deserter is nothing more than a change of locks.

"Yes, yes."

After making a decision, He Liangjun's face softened slightly.

"I thought that Ma Jingsha could still shock the sea of sand when he was old, it was extraordinary."

"I didn't expect you to be able to counter-kill with the Penetrating Realm."

"The tree is a big move, remember this blood feud first, I want to see how many years Ling Hongfan can live!"

"Let's withdraw!"

At the sound of an order, the sand bandits turned around and left, as if they had been pardoned.

Including Hong Sheng and Li Shenji, no one really pursued.

After all, it is the servants of the prince who make up the hunting team, not the real warriors.

Even if they practice martial arts, most of these young people who have not fought in actual combat are barely holding on to self-preservation, let alone taking the initiative to attack?

As soon as the back of the sand bandit disappeared from view, the sound of knives and guns falling to the ground was heard behind the position.

"My Hong Fan Dashao, how did you kill Fang Tianzong?"

Cui Yutang strode forward and hurriedly asked, followed by Hong Ping, who was also anxious.

But they immediately realized that Hong Fan, who had turned around, did not smile, only glanced at them, and his gaze fell on the corpses all over the ground.

The excitement of the two faded instantly.

"Now is not the time for gossip."

Hong Fan responded coldly and passed by the two.

Then give orders to all the survivors.

"Help the injured deal with the injuries first."

"For the next half of the way, everything you can go down to the ground."

"The wagons and sleds were given to the bodies of the brothers who died in battle—we had to take them back to Gimhae City."

PS: Set a scheduled release, but the result was a mess of hands and directly clicked to publish.

Here's tomorrow morning's update.

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