There was no wind.

The sand began to agitate.

Wisps followed the master's footsteps upwards.

The silk converges into a trickle, and the trickle becomes a stream.

In the eyes of everyone, Hong Fan fell into the golden waterfall against the current.

When he reappeared, he was already a burly dark gold armor with a height of two meters.

"Jin Hai Hongfan, through the eleven serious cultivation."

"I will do my best in this battle and not disappoint Prince Zi'an!"

The two sides bowed their hands and immediately went to war.

For the dragon's life-giving star, Gong Zi'an is jealous.

He took the lead in using the Xuanyin Qi Needle to test from a distance, and easily hit it several times.

The Desert Armor can greatly increase its strength and defense, but it comes at the cost of agility.

And Hong Fan's speed and reflexes and other basic qualities are far from the realm of chaos.

Fortunately, although the qi needle was fast, the strength contained in it was weak, and it could not penetrate the sand armor that was all over the sand world.

Gong Zi'an could obviously sense this.

"The shell is quite thick."

He whispered, and hurried close and handed out his long fist.

This punch came towards the front door, and the speed was close to the upper limit of Hong Fan's dynamic visual capture.

He couldn't intercept it, so he had to hold his arms to protect his head and defend passively.

The gauntlet was hit, and the sand layer exploded more than halfway.

[Xuanyin's true skill is not strong and fierce, but his absolute strength is still more than seventy percent of my ......]

Hong Fan assessed in his heart, and pulled out a right hook.

It was not difficult to avoid this punch with Gong Zi'an's speed, but he also had the intention to test his opponent, so he twisted his waist and elbows.

Fists and elbows touched, shaking up a large cloud of sand and smoke.

Contrary to the expectations of the audience, Hong Fan did not fall into the disadvantage in the hard encounter.

The action of the sand warrior was of course stunned, but Gong Zi'an even slipped back half a meter.

The destructive power of Gain's strike is not only based on absolute output, but also closely related to volume.

Hong Fan was carrying a sand armor, weighed more than twice as much as Gong Zi'an, and had a much greater inertia.

Both sides were instantly aware of this.

The former steps up and then advances with the intention of fighting hard.

The latter uses footwork to avoid reality and fiction.

It's just that between Hong Fan's fist retraction, Gong Zi'an has blasted out two palms on his side and made two handprints on the sand armor.

The force was absorbed by the disintegrating sand flow, and the pain was not strong.

However, there were two strands of Xuanyin True Qi that penetrated into the body, and immediately lurked in the meridians.

Hong Fan's heart sank, and his backarm pulled out a powerful whip.

However, Gong Zi'an only moved his steps slightly, and he easily dodged the veneer.

"Stop this!"

He laughed out loud, and was about to seize the opportunity to attack again, but the giant palm that passed by suddenly clenched.

With a muffled bang, the five hundred degrees of hot sand on the fist armor burst out on all sides, like a rainstorm pear blossom.

It's not very powerful, but it's dense.

Rao is palace guard guards the door and retreated as soon as possible, but the hot air was still pasted on the back of his hands and neck, causing large burns.

"Laughing."

Hong Fan turned around and said to his disgraced opponent a few steps away.

The voice was flat, but it was particularly harsh to Gong Zi'an's ears.

He pursed his lips and stepped forward with another onslaught.

The gap in hard power is stark.

Hong Fan only defended and resisted with all his might, but he was hit by four more punches in two breaths.

The Xuanyin True Qi penetrated through every physical contact without any direct destruction.

Because of this, it is particularly difficult to locate and remove.

For a while, Hong Fan retreated again and again, extremely embarrassed, so he had to wave his hand to set off a burst of sand and fog to delay.

This is the signature method of the sand world, and the palace family will naturally not know about it.

Gong Zi'an didn't want to give Hong Fan a chance to breathe, so he laughed sharply, and did not hesitate to close his eyes and crash into the sand.

He is not reckless.

Since a Xuanyin True Gong practitioner can detonate the true qi in his opponent's body with Yin Eclipse, how could he not be able to sense it?

Since the first long punch hit, Gong Zi'an can determine Hong Fan's position even with his eyes closed.

"Where are you going?"

Gong Zi'an hurriedly pursued, shook the last sand curtain, and reached a distance of three steps, striking a heavy blow.

But when he stepped on it, he stepped on the air.

[How can there be water in the martial arts arena? 】

That was the first thought on his mind.

[It's not water, it's quicksand!] 】

It's just that in the middle of a thought, the quicksand has swallowed Gong Zi'an's knees, and locked his lower body like the roots of an old tree.

A sense of danger crept up the spine to the heavenly spirit.

Gong Zi'an looked at Hong Fan two meters away—his sand armor suddenly condensed and compacted, like the accumulation of strength before punching.

Then, erupt.

"Overlord unarmoured!"

Hong Fan let out a low roar and shot dozens of sharp sand arrows from the front of the sand armor, completely covering the opponent.

No aiming, no focused spread......

It's just as fast as you can, as fierce as you can!

Gong Zi'an was confined to the death position in a hurry, so he had to eat it hard enough to get enough true qi.

The fury of the deserted sands rises and falls.

Hong Fan slowly pulled away from the distance, gasping for breath from overexertion.

Gong Zi'an hung six colors, and his clothes were red and yellow, and the blood was already dripping.

was Yin by Hong Fan twice in a row, where can he still have the temperament of a leisurely stroll at the beginning?

On the sidelines, the cheers of the Jinhai people poured into the school field like a tide.

poured Gong Zi'an even more angry.

"Hong Fan, I underestimate you!"

The Xuanyin True Qi on his legs was agitated, destroying the quicksand structure of the trap in an instant.

"The pinnacle of ordinary penetration really won't be your opponent."

Gong Zi Anmai went to the ground, and his hands were sealed.

The cheers were killed instantly.

"Eclipse."

He shouted loudly, detonating all the Xuanyin True Qi that was lurking.

In the meridians of Hong Fan's body, more than a dozen "chaotic troops" suddenly sprung up and began to wreak havoc.

At first, the pungency rises, and then it rapidly deepens into an indescribable pain.

Only then did he understand why Hong Sheng was forced to self-destruct before.

Most of the sand armor collapsed, and his body was sweating like a bucket.

Hong Fan put his hands on his knees, breathing hard as if drowning, trying to adjust to the pain.

But with Gong Pengyun's experience in the past, Gong Zi'an didn't have a word of nonsense, and he strode forward to give a spicy hand.

At this moment, everyone thinks that the winner is decided.

This is true even for the top of the Hong family.

Hong Fan has never learned about scorching, and it is impossible for him to learn it.

In the current state, the inflammatory flow energy that is not well controlled cannot be controlled, or the pain cannot be completely blocked, or the tissues and organs will be incinerated together.

Unexpectedly, after Gong Zi'an approached Hong Fan's five-meter range, the whole person suddenly trembled and stopped, sweating like pulp and almost kneeling.

"Come and don't be rude!"

Hong Fan couldn't help but smile bitterly and slowly straightened up.

Everyone was at a loss for a moment.

"I see!"

Gao Junxia, who was watching from the sidelines, suddenly shouted.

"The wound caused by the sand arrow just now left grit, and the second son is manipulating the grit in the other party's flesh and blood!"

Everyone came to their senses.

The flesh and blood were filled with sand, and the sand was cut like a blunt knife, and the pain caused could be imagined.

Both sides of the duel are suffering from severe pain.

But the fighting will not stop.

"Brother An, this person's sand control distance is limited, retreat away and use the air needle!"

Gong Pengyun, who had recovered a little, reminded loudly.

Gong Zi'an immediately staggered back when he heard this.

However, where will Hong Fan let him escape?

The distance between the two not only did not widen, but got closer and closer.

The fighting resumed.

The style of the fight becomes rough and wide open - both sides are too painful to maneuver finely.

The palace can't put flying needles.

Hong Fan can't gather sand and shape.

For a while, all they could use was the most basic killing method - Yin Liu's hand and soldering iron hand.

PS: There are a lot of miscellaneous things these days, so I didn't pay much attention to the comments, and I didn't discuss them with you at the end of the chapter.

Today, the operations officer told me that several readers of yesterday's two chapters did not like it very much, thinking that the foreshadowing was too long and had too little to do with the main character.

In fact, I've always had a tendency to write group portraits - I don't bring any characters into my writing, and I often prefer supporting characters to the main characters.

The last book is especially serious.,Often there are several chapters without Lao Huang.,I saw someone say that the protagonist is about to forget......

For online texts, this is extremely bad, so this book must put an end to this problem.

But I still want to write some characters with memories in the end—and I hope there are them in every volume.

In this case, I will try to keep the writing as simple as possible in the supporting characters and highlight the characters in a limited space.

Hope it has a good effect.

In addition, although I am a new author, my mind is quite peaceful.

It doesn't matter if you raise books or anything.

I may be slow to update in the future because of Kavin, but it is too unlikely that I will be a eunuch for reasons such as what the results are not as good as expected.

Writing, no matter what others say, the author must give himself an explanation.

(End of chapter)