With the force of his toes, Hong Fan popped out two meters.

The right leg is raised, aiming at the opponent's side ribs, and the hip is wide open.

Wang Jinglong's eyes narrowed slightly, and his arm was sealed on the left.

Seeing this, Hong Fan changed his leg and turned from the middle to the upper section.

Liu Xingxian will inevitably be recruited.

However, Wang Jinglong, as the master of the Fubo Gang, was good at fighting, so he naturally left his spare strength.

The instep slammed into the forearm, and there was a bang.

Hong Fan was stunned, and his opponent slipped back half a step.

Just as the two sides were resuming their breath, the sand world was activated.

In the blind spot behind Wang Jinglong, a cloud of sand jumped up, heading straight for his head and face.

This trick deserves to be a hit.

But the sand ball approached a distance of half a meter, and suddenly exploded in the air.

Hong Fan's face did not change, but he was surprised in his heart.

He stepped down with his legs in his hands, shaking the earth.

The dense sand curtain was lifted and slammed forward.

Hong Fan kept up with the progress and was about to make a move, when he heard a violent burst of anger.

The entire wall of sand was pushed back.

"It's kind of interesting......"

Hong Fan praised in a low voice, raised his legs and palmed his palm, and blasted out a cloud of fire.

The sand curtain was shattered by the flames.

The leg was pulled to the highest, and after accumulating momentum, it was like an axe split, and Wang Jinglong dodged it by turning around with a step.

The two swapped places.

"Are you a little leaky?"

Hong Fan asked.

"It's an extraordinary way to kill."

It is not easy for a Force Realm martial artist to shake back the sand curtain just now with his true qi evenly.

He thought about his colleagues in turn, but he only felt that Lu Yunshi's mixed yuan strength was somewhat possible.

"In front of Gongzi Hong, it's not worth mentioning."

Wang Jinglong said modestly, and his smile disappeared.

With Hong Fan's current prestige in Xijing, a verbal evaluation can already be regarded as an honor by second- and third-rate martial artists.

"It's me who underestimates the hall master."

Hong Fan replied, completely serious.

The martial artist of the Pure Realm, he didn't look down on it very much; At the beginning of the fight, it was a round of seconds to get rid of the opponent's mind.

But this "Yishi" is obviously not comparable to those families in Xijing City - it must be known that Bai Taiping looks good, and he may not be able to chew the bones with three dozen or one.

Soil dewatering.

The sand stream climbs up and casts armor in one, swelling and contracting like breathing.

Hong Fan slid and handed out a long punch.

The punch was fast and difficult to dodge.

Wang Jinglong instinctively slapped his palm.

The fist was about to be connected, Hong Fan twisted his ankle horizontally, and suddenly stopped.

The rhythm is staggered.

Wang Jinglong slapped his palm into the air.

Behind the sand armor, the thunder exploded and continued to exert strength.

Since he was a fighter in his last life, boxing merchants have been Hong Fan's strength.

But after having a destiny star, he has been through a hundred battles and can almost always win with hard power.

It has been more than half a year since I became a Tiqi.

It was the first time that Hong Fan had used the technique of changing tempo in battle.

Wind pressure rises again.

Between the two, there seems to be no obstacle.

But before the fist, there was still something invisible to block it, and it suddenly exploded.

Hong Fan slipped back a step.

If it weren't for the sand armor, he would have been injured.

"Can you keep your true qi from your body?"

Hong Fan asked, realizing the trick of the other party's killing method.

"Qingzhou Wang's stunt 'Lianyun Hand', I laughed."

Wang Jinglong is slightly colorful.

After a brief exchange of hands between the two sides, the ship was already offshore and was heading towards the middle of the wind.

Wang Jinglong caught a glimpse of all this and breathed a sigh of relief.

Concentrating his mind, he suddenly launched an attack, turning around and running while Hong Fan was shrinking his defense.

From the beginning, Wang Jinglong never thought about fighting to the end.

The other party is Ti Cai, and the Fubo Gang doesn't even dare to kill people, and they don't even dare to make heavy moves.

What's more, there is an obvious gap in the combat power of the two.

Hong Fan has already been famous in Xijing, and the information he can collect has been searched by the Fubo Gang.

Since the beginning of the fight, Wang Jinglong has consciously guarded against sand mayflies, instantaneous steps, sand flow knives and other killing methods.

But even with the intelligence advantage and the confrontation with the triad, the situation is still only a delay.

The leader wanted to run, and Hong Fan chased after him.

"I'll take people, you intercept the boat!"

He shouted, set off a gust of sand, and left the warband.

The four have been cooperating for a long time, and the tacit understanding has deepened.

Zhan Yuanzi's long sword slashed horizontally, and then repaired to a similar Zhuang Shaoyuan.

Wu Ruyi made an empty hand, dodged and jumped, and broke out of the enclosure like a butterfly.

Frost coalesced beneath her feet.

Step on the surface of the river, land on the ground, and turn the water into ice.

Jiang Tao is open.

Wu Ruyi Lingbo flew and chased towards the boat.

In the dry forest, fallen leaves fly.

The two chased and fled.

Wang Jinglong's cultivation has obvious advantages, and the normal speed is faster.

But he took into account Hong Fan's instantaneous steps, and had to continue to leave Lian Yun behind him to be sluggish.

The sand wind through the trees, such as a boning knife, caused a series of air explosions.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of meters passed.

Although the two sides did not fight directly, the consumption was not much at all.

"Why should Hong Gongzi be forced to force each other?"

Wang Jinglong raised his voice and begged as he flew by.

His words were dry, and his throat felt like a charcoal fire.

This time, Hong Fan was silent and only focused on "minesweeping".

The distance is closer, and the forest is almost at the end.

Wang Jinglong was at war with heaven and man in his heart.

He knew that Hong Fan could fly, and there was no way out if he blindly escaped.

As soon as he gritted his teeth, Wang Jinglong turned around and wanted to fight again.

At this moment, the sound of horses' hooves suddenly sounded nearby.

Withered leaves roll up like a dragon.

The Tiger Eater roared and rushed out.

Majestic, regardless of it, as if he was prepared.

Wang Jinglong's pupils condensed, his palms burst out of the clouds, and he was about to retreat.

Where is the time?

The two sides came into contact, causing a series of muffled thunderous explosions.

Wang Jinglong was knocked into the air and flew up, sticking to the trunk of the tree for a moment before falling.

The red flag, which had not yet been on the stage for a few minutes, rolled out diagonally and fell on his stomach.

Hong Fan took a few steps to get closer.

Under the tree, Wang Jinglong pressed his chest and vomited blood, and he didn't know how many bones were broken.

As soon as Hong Fan intercepted the opponent's qi vein, he heard movement behind him.

On the ploughed black earth, Hongqi was shaking his head, humming and chirping as if to invite credit.

Unfortunately, before it could stand up straight, it stood up on all fours, straightened up and fell again.

Hong Fan chuckled in his heart, and hurriedly stepped forward to check.

Hongqi was drenched in blood, his breathing was still steady, and his injuries were not serious.

It turned out it was just faint.

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A few minutes later.

Hong Fan carried Wang Jinglong back to Niu Yinbo.

The strife on the shore has ceased.

The underworld hero Zhuang Shaoyuan was injured, and the rest of the Fubo Gang squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands, waiting for Zhan Bai and the others to deal with it.

On the river, the cargo ship is anchored in the center of the bay, and it is being ruthlessly eaten by water and fire from the top and bottom.

Fifty or sixty meters from the shore, there was a thin piece of ice.

Wu Ruyi stood on it, holding the steward of the Fubo Gang in his hand, and saw that the cargo ship had sunk half of Thailand, and he was a little at a loss.

The four were reunited on the shore.

It's not complicated.

Seeing that Tiqi was about to catch up, the boat suddenly caught fire, and more than a dozen people jumped off the boat and ran away.

Only this steward did not have the ability to swim in the water in winter, and was rescued (taken) by Wu Ruyi.

The fire was so fierce that it was clear that either oil was used or gunpowder was prepared.

At this point, for better or worse, it is a foregone conclusion.

Hong Fan shook his hand and shot a ringing arrow.

In a short time, dozens of messengers came along the dirt road.

The leader wears a soft-footed hood, a goatee, and a folding fan in winter.

This person's name is Heng Wei, and Jin Ziming is the most respected among the staff of the Governor's Palace, and he was introduced to Hong Fan by Jian Siyuan two days ago.

(End of chapter)