Four hundred miles of golden sea, like a cold face.

The red sun is like an eye, and the yellow sand is like a face; The invisible wind is driven back and forth, and the millennium is like a day.

And shouting to kill the boiling red stack mountain is like a boil on this face that is about to burst.

Within a line of days, the last through realm camel bull wrestler longitudinal slashing knife.

The blade ate into the shoulder armor, that is, it was bitten back by the desert sand, and it could not be pulled out.

The question of whether to abandon the knife or not was only swirling in his mind for a moment, and then he had no choice.

Hong Fan grabbed the wrist of the wrestler, and climbed another step with the sword and shield.

Through the armor, the true qi of the two collided directly.

Hong Fan's movements froze slightly—the other party's cultivation was at least two serious ahead of him.

But after a short wrestling between the two, it was the camel wrestler who was unstable and took the lead in slipping backwards.

for there was sand under his feet.

For the master of the sand world, the upper limit of grip is always determined only by the upper limit of the true element's output.

The stalemate continues.

The camel wrestler has his back against the rock wall, his right arm is armored against the pressed iron hand, and the left side is heavily shielded to protect most of his body.

[Yanliugong and the Sand World are not good at breaking armor, I still have a chance to ......]

With the absolute calmness bestowed by the Yaksha, he judged.

But Hong Beom didn't give him a chance.

The buzz is instantaneous.

[The shield is shaking? 】

Lux turned his eyes and saw that the center of the heavy leather shield that was strong enough to resist the axe split was slightly convex, and a small opening was opened with a "pop".

A jet of razor-sharp grit pierced through and topped against the chestplate.

Blows from outside the cognitive range.

"What kind of killing is this?"

Camel Cow Lux watched the nail leaf crack and shatter in the blink of an eye, and instinctively asked.

But he couldn't wait for an answer.

Sudden fever in the chest, and consciousness is immediately diluted.

Weak arms, dilated pupils, gushing blood......

"Death" comes, leaving a signature.

Hong Fan straightened up, shook off the seven or eight arrows stuck in his back, and looked up at the heights.

As he approached the pass, the gap between the rock platform and the mountain road became smaller and smaller, and he had entered the sensing range of the sand world.

Hongduo Mountain stands for a long time, and there is no weathered gravel all over the mountain?

Hong Fan raised his hand and dragged it, and the two sand bandit archers standing on a high place suddenly felt that they had stepped on oil under their feet, and they actually rolled off the cliff and disappeared in the sword forest.

In the blind spot of vision, the cold arrow arrived with a "boom" sound.

The heavy arrow penetrated an inch into the side of the sand helmet, and Hong Fan didn't even tilt his head.

"Rubbish stuff!"

He Liangjun scolded angrily in a low voice and broke the bow in his hand.

He saw that the battle line of the sand bandits under the pass was getting thinner and thinner, and the defensive position was gradually eroding, and his heart was in chaos.

Kicking open the wooden box, two thunderbolts were thrown one after another.

Now there is finally a remarkable result.

Two people were injured in the earthquake.

Cui Er's all-out defense was still opened.

Only the barren sand battle armor was embedded with more than a dozen pieces of broken iron slag, and it actually stood tall.

Hong Fan even dissipated his helmet and smiled at He Liangjun in the air.

Due to his previous profession, he had some understanding of the power of thermal weapons.

Ordinary grenades are loaded with dozens of grams of high-explosive gunpowder, and the killing range of unprotected targets is only three or four meters, and they have to rely on fragments.

This kind of black powder filled thunder shock, unless it explodes closely, how can it shake the thick sand armor?

The hole cards were gone, He Liangjun's teeth trembled, and his eyes were more bloodshot.

"Everyone, give me everything that can move!"

He shouted hysterically.

"Block them, don't blame me for being spicy if you dare to take a step back......"

But no matter how much he threatened, no one dared to move.

Soon the last camel wrestler fell to the ground and was trampled by Hong Fan and broke his cervical vertebrae.

There were no more sand bandits standing on the mountain road.

In addition to dozens of fresh corpses, only seven or eight collapsed minions fell to the side of the road begging for life.

Everyone knows that the first line of heaven can no longer be held.

"Second brother, there is no morale, I can't hold it!"

Yu Kaicheng dragged He Liangjun's arm, and shouted at the more than a dozen archers on the other side of the pass.

"Get out of here!"

The archers woke up from a dream and retreated to the cave in a panic.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

At the pass, Hong Fan's whole body was raised step by step, with a fiery color.

The sand bandits thought that the red on the sand armor was the reflected light.

But they soon realized they were wrong.

Such a deep and brilliant color can only come from blood.

The sand bandits were so frightened that they retreated on both sides, leaving Hong Fan alone standing in the wind with his bare hands, running the true yuan.

The red tide on the barren sand armor slowly faded, revealing a bright yellow undertone, and finally overflowed on all sides under his feet.

It's like a blooming lotus.

The sound of ping-pong rang out indiscriminately.

More than a dozen minions on the west side of the pass saw this blood flower that spread out for several square meters, and all of them had sore hands and feet, threw their weapons and collapsed on the ground.

As for the east, the three leaders beheaded several people and opened two boxes of gold and silver before they regained some organization to the last seventy or eighty "professional" sand bandits.

Hong Fan stood firmly at the pass, and by his side were a steady stream of comrades-in-arms who kept up with him.

Everyone's armor had a lot of armor broken, and there were at least three or four arrows hanging from their bodies, and almost none of them were not injured.

"The morale of the sand bandits is low and they are unable to counterattack, but we still have to set up a defensive line in the east......"

Hong Fan said to Second Master Cui.

The sand armor dispersed between his words, and he felt the emptiness and swelling of the upper dantian slightly relieved.

"I'll leave it to me."

Cui Jiashu replied crisply.

Before going up the mountain, he was a dragon and a tiger, wiped the blood on his face, and led people to the east.

"The big picture is decided."

Hong Fan looked at Cui Er's back and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yes, I really didn't expect that we could really break this ......"

Shen Hong, who had not returned to the sheath of the knife, took two steps forward and stood on the east side of Hong Fan, echoing.

Hong Fan glanced at him, passed through the scattered kneeling sand bandits, and walked up to the western rock platform.

On the edge of the cliff, the banner that Wan Guangji personally penetrated into the stone before the war is still fluttering.

Hong Fan stepped on the mountain rock, turned the sand flow into a thin blade, first cut off the flag with a knife, and then pulled out the flagpole with both arms, and threw it down the cliff with his hand.

In the distance, cheers were heard from afar, like wind and rain, and enduring.

Hong Fan looked at the reinforcements attached by the ants under the mountain, and suddenly turned around and asked Hong Lie and Shen Hong, who were always following closely.

"I said I could break through the formation first, don't you believe it?"

"The eldest prince has returned from all the realms, you only said it before, how can everyone believe it?"

Shen Hong wiped his bald head and did not shy away from it.

"So you don't believe me, but you come up with me?"

Hong Fan asked again.

"They are all brothers who have died, how can there be such a thing as going into battle, who accompanies whom?"

Hong Lie held on to the hilt of the knife and asked rhetorically.

After a while, Shen Hong spoke again: "Actually, it's not just us. ”

"When the whole team was formed, Hong Yu also said that there is only one star monarch in the clan, if the situation is not right, everyone will have to snatch it out first, regardless of the others."

"Hong Bo also wore an extra layer of chain mail, and planned to break it off when the time came."

The mountain was silent for a moment.

"You know me, and I don't do anything I'm not sure of......"

Hong Fan struggled to squeeze out a sentence, and immediately laughed at himself.

He turned around, first focusing on Hong Yu and Hong Bo, who were consolidating the defense line in the distance, and then at the two who were still blocking the sniper line with their bodies and defending themselves at this time.

"This time I was reckless."

He whispered, more serious than ever.

To the east of the pass, the sand bandits were unable to gain a foothold and were slowly retreating into the cave.

On Hongduo Mountain, the three of them stood facing the sunset, washed away by the mountain wind, and were full of fishy smell.

The sunset is shining, and its color is dusk and yellow.

Hong Fan bathed in the light, revealing warmth from the bottom of his heart.

(End of chapter)