High-frequency knives have always been good at cutting hard objects - in a way, the harder the cut, the better the effect.

The method of "accumulating vibration to fatigue" is the most difficult to use in the face of strong elasticity and low hardness materials.

In the case of sandballs, however, it's not even a matter of elasticity.

Tens of thousands of grains of fine sand are not a whole at all.

The vibrational energy is easily dissipated by the collision friction between the sand and gravel and converted into heat.

And what Hong Fan wants now is heat.

After locking the blade, Yan Liujin rolled out, and with Jiang Wenbai's own strength, the broken iron was heated to 800 degrees in an instant.

The high temperature makes the quality of the longsword substrate decrease.

Then, an even more powerful humming sound resounded through the tall buildings.

The sandflow knife flew from the fingertips, striking the narrow blade of the shattered iron.

Sparks flew like dragons.

A screech of "ding".

Jiang Wenbai's hand suddenly lightened, and finally rolled out.

But the half-cut corpse of the broken iron was still trampled on the spot.

His Xuan-level sword was broken.

"I conceded."

Hong Fan laughed loudly.

"Your sword is not good, buy a good one next time."

The noise rose up.

Jiang Wenbai stood stunned, in an unprecedented sense of disillusionment.

With the six veins against the four veins, as well as the benefits of the divine soldiers, he actually failed to survive three rounds.

He couldn't take it.

But the hand broke the sword, and the impact hole that penetrated the stage three meters away made it difficult for him to defend.

The killing method just now, since it can easily break the broken iron, it can naturally penetrate the flesh and blood.

"I lost ......"

Jiang Wenbai said with difficulty.

As soon as these words came out, it was like a stream of blood gushing from the soles of his feet to the heavenly spirits, blurring the light from the heights, making his ears ringing and dizzy.

"What kind of martial arts killing method are you using?"

Jiang Wenbai asked dejectedly.

The answer came from overhead.

"He didn't use martial arts ......"

"That's the Destiny Star Sand World!"

This voice came out of the fourth floor of the autonomous building, and it was loud and loud, and it brought a lot of whispers.

"After Ma Jingsha died, the fate star said that he stayed in Jinhai."

"You call yourself Jin Hai Hongfan, you must be the new Star Lord of the Sand World!"

Standing against the railing, in the middle of the lamplight, was a tall, thin man in a purple robe with a high crown and a belt.

But he was seated at the same table as Liu Xingxian.

"It's not bad."

Hong Fan looked at him and replied with his chin bowed.

"It's a good sand world, I didn't expect the third Star Monarch to come to Xijing."

The purple-robed boy praised, with a visible arrogance on his face.

"But you didn't explain it in advance before the competition, but you owe a point!"

His words were conclusive, and he was biased for a moment.

Hong Fan just laughed.

"That's ridiculous."

"Before fighting me, Jiang Gongzi didn't say what exercises he practiced, and he even took advantage of weapons."

The purple-robed boy shook his head.

"No, no, no, the Jiang family's biography of the "Earthquake Classics", who doesn't know?"

"And the broken iron has always been Wen Bai's accompanying troops, above board!"

Upstairs is getting noisier and noisier, and many people echo it.

Jiang Wenbai's face changed slightly, and he seemed to have a second thought about winning or losing.

"I'm from Jinhai and I've heard the Ten Classics of Dahua, but I really don't know the Jiang family's "Earthquake Classics"!"

Hong Fan sneered.

"As for the ...... above board"

He looked at the purple-robed man and sneered.

"The life star is given by the ancestral dragon, why don't you go and mention his old man, and let you know before choosing the star monarch in the future?"

There was a moment of silence.

Even if it is a family member, no one can accept this.

Use the ancestral dragon as a talking head, and replace ordinary people with proper encroachment, which will provoke the anger of the public.

But Hong Fan is Xingjun and was personally chosen by Zu Long, and it is difficult for others to accuse him of being disrespectful.

"Send you a good word."

Hong Fan said, driving the sand stream to take the hydrangea.

"If you lose in your hand, you can't win it back from your mouth!"

Jiang Wenbai's lips pursed.

He forcibly suppressed his thoughts, hurriedly bowed to Lu Yunshi, turned around and went back upstairs.

"It's over."

Hong Fan looked at Lu Yunshi and reproached slightly.

The latter did not dare to take his gaze.

The hydrangea was thrown out and fell into Lu Yunshi's arms.

Then it was bounced away by a burst of energy.

Hong Fan frowned, and saw the purple-robed boy who had just spoken fluttering in his clothes, and flew into the arena from the fourth floor.

This man was about twenty-five or sixteen years old, standing in the center of the stage, and his gestures were indeed outstanding.

It's a pity that there is a slight difference.

"It's not over yet, let's go slowly."

He turned around and called Hong Fan.

"Wenbai is one against two, and there are two wheel battles."

"You'll have to fight me again to be fair!"

Hong Fan sighed.

He had never seen anyone so arrogant.

This purple-robed boy and Jiang Wenbai were not at the same table, and they couldn't see how deep their friendship was—it was nothing more than a loss in words, but there were many twists and turns.

"I don't know you, and I don't know your family's martial arts."

Hong Fan stopped and stabbed.

"Xijing Bai, Bai Taiping."

The purple-robed man said proudly.

"Study the family heirloom "The Book of the Rock."

Hong Fan's complexion remained unchanged.

He really hadn't heard of this man, and he didn't know the Rock Codex.

However, someone upstairs had already introduced him.

"Thank you Brother Bai Shiren for your help!"

Jiang Wenbai gave up excitedly on the third floor.

"Hong Fan, Brother Bai Shige broke into the realm of sympathy between heaven and man at the end of last summer, and in February this year, he fought with Ao Zhiji, the 'Dragon Who Turned the River', and was defeated."

As soon as these words came out, Zhan Yuanzi, Bai Jiaci and others upstairs became solemn.

Ao Zhiji Hong Fan knows.

The son and son of Ao Fuwei, the leader of the Fubo Gang, was on the Tianjiao list at the end of last year, and his combat power was at least Shi Yuanwei's level.

It's just that I don't know what the weight of "regretting defeat" in Jiang Wenbai's mouth is.

On the other side, someone else told him about his glorious achievements, and Bai Taiping became more and more self-conscious.

"Hong Fan, when you go out of the cold door around you, it is difficult to get rid of the vulgar atmosphere."

He instructed earnestly.

"The way of martial arts is not only about victory or defeat - the martial arts are self-contained, and the killing method shows the style."

"You've just won by a small means, and you've already fallen behind!"

In the three-sided building, there were actually many children of the family who nodded again and again when they heard the words.

Hong Fan was speechless for a while.

"I'll wait for Ti to ride Wuxun to take it immediately, one wrong step is life and death, and it can't compare to your Wenxiu babbling and pretentiousness."

He didn't have a good airway, and he used sharper words.

Hengzhi has been regarded as a barbarian.

The words "babbling and pretentious" made Bai Taiping's breath slightly heavier.

"Alas, summer insects can't talk about ice!"

He stood with his hands in his hands.

"The matter of a mere maiko is not worth my shot, so the hydrangea will belong to Lu Laosan."

"Hong Fan, if you lose, I want you to apologize for the tea and take back what you just said."

"If you win, when you see Tiqi in the future, I will retreat!"

Bai Taiping said, urging the true qi.

"Let you have three tricks, and then teach you what is noble and noble......"

"Let's get in!"

The moon is in the middle of the day.

The wind is soothing, and the river is slightly quiet.

"I'm looking forward to it."

Hong Fan laughed softly, his eyes reflected the moon, and he bent down slightly.

The sand stream attached itself to the cast armor, gently bulging, as if breathing.

The air flow swirled, blowing ripples in the square canal of the stage.

ps: Today's two chapters are released in a row, and the emotions can be a little more coherent.

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