The sun is setting.

It's still early in the morning.

Four hundred miles of Jinsha and Hanhai, there is far more than one stronghold for flying on the sea.

But there are only about 300 people living in the old nest of Hongduo Mountain.

These people are a mixed bag, and they are not all robbers and murderers in the ordinary sense.

In addition to the craftsmen, stables, men, guides, and a group of old and young family members, there are only 200 people who can really fight, and they belong to the management of four masters.

After an hour's effort, the sand bandits suffered more than 60 casualties, and the rest of them inevitably suffered exhaustion.

"Just stay up until dark."

Many people thought about it as well, but they saw that there was a crowd of people at the foot of the mountain, and the third wave of the coalition offensive was slowly taking shape.

The atmosphere suddenly became depressing.

At the foot of the mountain, the Hongzi Daxu was inserted twice.

On the edge of the cliff, a double-headed long knife pierces into the rock.

"Great boss, there are still about fifteen hundred arrows, but the stone wall is almost finished."

"As long as the old and young in the cave can move, they are all divided into teams of ten people and wear swords."

The minion gave up his hand to report, and was waved back by Wan Guangji.

With the latter's eyesight, Hong Jian's face can already be seen clearly at this distance.

No one spoke.

But Wan Guangji could feel the tension of the two sworn brothers beside him.

In total, the top of the mountain is more than 100 zhang high, and the battlefield is on the mountainside.

With the force of an innate master, you can cut in at any time.

"You can't let go of the sky, you must keep it until the end."

Wan Guangji pulled out the silver knife and said coldly.

"Hold off this moment, and the sun will set; As soon as it gets dark, there is a chance to break through. ”

"Remember, the weaker you are, the more you can't easily redeem the child - unless Hong Jian makes a move, you can't end up either!"

With that, he turned and walked to the throne that had been moved to the entrance of the cave.

Seeing people walking away, Yu Kaicheng couldn't help but mutter: "The first line of heaven has to be guarded, and we are not allowed to go to the ......"

He Liangjun glanced at it and laughed impatiently.

"Idiot, you don't understand this?"

The voice is muffled.

"Big brother means that he alone can't be Hong Jian's opponent, if we play all the hole cards first, there will be no life!"

As he spoke, he took his bow and strode towards the pass.

At the same time.

The coalition team passed safely through the lowest mountain path and reached the lower left corner of the word "匚".

"I'll be the arrow later."

Hong Fan said to the soldiers beside him.

"When I break through the line, you will follow up and cover up ......"

Seeing that his words were conclusive, not only Cui Jiashu, but even all the martial artists who penetrated the realm were quite speechless.

"Young Master Hong, you may not know much about the Black Yaksha."

Considering the identity of the other party, Cui Erye forced his mouth to speak.

"People who use this medicine are like yaksha when they fight, and they are not afraid of pain or death."

"If the person who is taking the medicine is already strong, supplemented by heavy armor all over the body, even if it is a breakthrough realm, it is not possible to win it in three or two strokes."

"When we meet, Cui may not be able to take care of you......"

He said in a tone of lesson.

But halfway through the words, he was forced to hold back.

Because Hong Fan began to wear armor.

The barren sand hovered in the air, reflecting the reddish sunlight like a flying fire.

With every step Hong Fan took, a stream of sand converged on him.

Shoulder armor, shin armor, gauntlets, helmets......

Taking five steps, Hong Fan stood still in front of the first line of the sky, covered in gravel.

Due to the presence of iron armor this time, the height of the complete sand-cast samurai is close to two meters.

In addition to its burly appearance, its one-piece, plate-shaped appearance is also full of power and beauty that transcends the times.

"Hey, what kind of killer move is this, why didn't the virtuous nephew say it earlier?"

Second Master Cui swallowed his saliva and said with a smile.

"This is the phased outcome of my 'Non-Newtonian Fluid Armorization Project'."

Hong Fan's muffled voice came from under his helmet.

"You can call it the 'Desert Armor.'"

Considering that the name "Sha Chongjia" was too ordinary, he temporarily took a more resounding name.

The wind stirred up at this time.

Everyone followed the sound and raised their heads, and a distant strong arrow had arrived, right in the chest of the sand armor.

The soft sound of "pop".

As soon as the arrow enters an inch, it runs out of kinetic energy and is solidified by the gravel.

Sand armor restores the liquid phase.

Hong Fan spread his hand to catch the arrow, and looked at it for a long time - in the distance, through dozens of horizontal corpses, He Liangjun was slowly lowering his bow.

So he scattered his sand helmet and laughed out loud.

"It turned out to be an old acquaintance."

"The seven-step star killing star is a perfect complement to this cold arrow!"

He Liangjun was disdainful when he heard this - being upright has never been a virtue of a sand bandit.

"Huangkou Xiaoer, but through cultivation, you dare to come to the ghost gate?"

He sneered, condescendingly.

"What, the second master doesn't want to see me?"

Hong Fan raised his eyebrows and asked.

"When I beheaded your third brother in Taishan that day, I still heard him chatter, saying that when his second brother knew the bad news, he would definitely avenge him at all costs......"

When the words reached the hill, many sand bandits changed their faces - most of them were men and horses under Fang Tianzong's command.

He Liangjun chuckled in his heart, convinced that Hong Fan was farting.

His "seven-step star killing" can be the second flying star on the sea, all by virtue of his hard work; When it comes to friendship, the third child will only think about the boss before he dies.

But it was about righteousness, and he couldn't clarify it.

However, He Liangjun pretended to be deaf and dumb, but the other party's mouth did not stop.

"It's a pity, it's a pity, Fang Tianzong is wrong to pay for righteousness."

Hong Fan's smile gradually stopped, and his voice gradually became stronger.

"In the snow valley of Taishan, Your Excellency is afraid of war and flees in the wilderness; On the red stacked hill, your Excellency avoided the battle and only released dark arrows. ”

"If there is a spirit under the spring, it must be dead and blind!"

His drink contains true qi, and then it is amplified by the natural horn of a glimmer of heaven, so that both the enemy and the enemy can hear it clearly.

For a while, the words "death without blinding" echoed non-stop, straight into the netherworld.

There was a dead silence on the mountain, but there was laughter at the bottom of the mountain.

Even Hong Jian, who was not smiling, was slightly smiling.

He listened to Hong Fan's report on the inside story of the "bloody battle against Fang Tianzong", and knew that the second son was making it up.

But the vast majority of people believe it.

The sound of laughter dispersed into Amano.

He Liangjun and Yu Kaicheng had the heart to explain, but their mouths opened and closed several times, and they were still speechless in the end.

Even sand bandits know that actions speak louder than words.

When the banner appeared at the foot of the mountain, the strategy of the masters had been determined - to fill in the line with the flesh of his men and wait for the opportunity to escape.

He Liangjun felt the drop in morale, so he shouted angrily.

"Shoot the arrows, release the arrows!"

A round of arrows went off the string, and it didn't hurt to pierce the sand armor.

Hong Fan stopped talking, cast back the sand helmet, and stepped into the narrow mountain road.

"Third team, assemble!"

Yu Kaicheng shouted in a deep voice.

Ten camel wrestlers, armed to the teeth, lined up in silence, their gaze changing when they looked at the two masters.

They were all personal soldiers selected and trained by Fang Tianzong himself, and he also knew that the eight people who survived the last two formations were lying in the cave at the moment and suffering from the side effects of the drug, and they didn't even have the strength to turn over.

By this time, He Liangjun no longer cared about people's hearts.

"Give me all the dark yakshas, guard this formation, and reward each person with a hundred taels of silver!"

He roared, his gaze whipping over everyone.

How ruthless the seven-step killing star is, the people under his hands know best.

Ten black pills were taken in turn.

Soon, the medicinal properties burned like wildfire.

A little doubt, dissatisfaction, such as the floating water on an iceberg, quickly condensed.

He Liangjun gave an order, and the ten heavy-armored wrestlers lifted their big shields, took dozens of minions, and went down the pass.

The corpse stopped halfway, and many did not blink.

Blood smeared both walls, and the stench was still there.

If it weren't for the upward trend, this road would be like a road to the Yellow Springs Hell.

The Zhu Yi riders followed Hong Fan into the first line of the sky.

Then they really understood the "difficulty" in Hong Sheng's mouth.

(End of chapter)