The sand wind swept into the mist, and then it lost control and lost contact.

But Hong Fan continues to try.

Because the erosion of sand and water is mutual.

He and Ao Zhiji don't seem to have fought each other yet, but in fact, they have been consuming each other since the beginning.

Zhan Yuanzi fell into the fog and also lost his vision.

According to common sense, as the weakest of the three, he will be the next target.

The sword is held horizontally.

While thinking about it, the sound of a shower suddenly slapped behind his head, and Zhan Yuanzi turned around and slapped a palm.

The fog rolled, scattered and gathered, and I don't know if it hit or not.

On the other side, Wu Ruyi was inevitably impatient.

Bai Jiaci was defeated without any success.

If Zhan Yuanzi gives it for nothing, he can almost declare the mission a failure.

After all, the other party is a "dragon who turns over the river".

Fortunately, the "Cloud Drop Ice Condensation Classic" she practiced was also a water exercise.

True Qi circulates at high speed.

The cold air diffuses through the body, freezing the water mist.

The large temperature difference gives kinetic energy to the resting atmosphere, creating an upward cyclone.

Wu Ruyi moved in a flying stride, wrapped in ice chips all around his body, bringing up a blue wake.

The field of vision is slightly clearer.

After the fog, Ao Zhiji's figure approaching at high speed was revealed.

Count the darts and shoot them first.

Wu Ruyi's toes were oblique, stepping on the clouds, and his body spiraled.

The frost-white fingertips condensed instantly.

The arm is stretched out and slashed out sideways.

Ao Zhiji greeted him with a straight fist.

The ice bursts open, and crystallized flowers bloom.

The two staggered.

This kind of hand-to-hand grappling is exactly what "Cloud Drop Ice Condensation" is best at.

Wu Ruyi spun in the air, and his true qi gushed.

Within a radius of several meters, the water vapor instantly condensed into a cloud of ice, and then rolled up to her feet, turning into a pedal.

Bend your legs and exert force.

But there is no usual sense of solidity.

[The cloud dripping is disintegrated.] 】

Wu Ruyi's mind flashed.

"Ice comes out of water, why is it difficult to solve?"

The sound struck my ears.

The figure was pressed in front of him.

A finger popped out and dotted on Wu Ruyi's eyebrows.

Her eyes lit up and she fell to the ground.

Under the cover of the ice rime, Zhan Yuanzi who quietly approached.

The tip of the sword is pointed straight at, and the ice pattern is decorated with iron.

The combat power of "Tianxin Induction Chapter" is average, but the effect is mysterious.

Just now, Zhan Yuanzi inexplicably knew that the battlefield was here.

A sword hit, with a bloody glow.

Ao Zhiji's right shoulder was pierced.

The mist dissipates.

At the intersection of Doucao Street, there were only two people left.

"This sword is famous."

Ao Zhiji said to Zhan Yuanzi, who was bleeding from the corner of his mouth and couldn't get up again.

"But if it weren't for the continued confrontation with the Sand World, you would never have been able to stab me."

With his backhand, he drew his narrow, sharp sword and held it in his left hand.

Ao Zhiji turned to Hong Fan again.

"Please rest assured, Gongzi Hong, it's just a discussion, Ao has his own measure."

Seeing Hong Fan's solemn face, he laughed easily.

"The superfluous have been removed, and only you and I remain."

Ao Zhiji danced a sword flower and looked straight at it.

"I have three percent of my right arm left, and the innate aura will also be used up."

"Such a one-on-one, shouldn't it be considered to take advantage of Hong Gongzi?"

He asked, as if sincere.

However, when Hong Fan saw this martial arts style, he only felt sick to his stomach.

"I don't know."

He threw down the four words.

Behind Ao Zhi's fuselage, several streams of sand rose from the ground and quietly closed towards the back of his head.

It's a pity that when you get close to yourself, you will be soaked by water vapor and unable to loosen it.

"This trick is called a sand mayfly, right?"

Ao Zhi didn't look back, and asked with a straight smile.

Hong Fan opened his hand and then came out of the fire cloud palm.

The flame stream came horizontally, hitting the water shield and evaporating a large white mist.

Footsteps came from afar.

A silver light pierced through the mist, pointed straight at the door, and was pinned by Hong Fan's backhand.

The mist dissipated sharply at this time, converging on the sword body that was difficult to move forward.

On the tip of the sword, the water-condensed blade stretched forward, swelling ten inches in the flick of his fingers, piercing into the corresponding thickened helmet armor.

"What a barren sand armor!"

Ao Zhiji praised.

Hong Fan ignored it.

He unsheathed his long sword, swung his palm upwards and smashed it down, hitting Ao Zhiji's forearm, and instantly boiling the layer of water attached to it.

"This hand must be 'scorching sand'? You used it in the battle with Tongguang Gong Zi'an. ”

The corners of Ao Zhiji's mouth curled.

"Looks like you really know me."

Hong Fan said, progressing to the dragon, and rubbing his opponent's jaw with a heavy fist to hit the air.

"Of course!"

Ao Zhiji laughed.

"There is also a first-grade killing method sand wing, and a second-grade killing method sand flow knife......"

He slammed his backhand into the sand giant's flanks.

Water vapor penetrates and peels off large pieces of sand armor.

"Ever since you led the team to arrest Wang Mincai, you have been shrouded in the eyes and ears of this gang."

Ao Zhiji lowered his voice.

The bayonet sword slashed down, stuck in the sand armor of the right arm.

But the words did not stop.

"The Yao River is turbulent, and the water is endless every year."

The sword's mouth deepened, and the voice grew higher.

"Hong Fan, you only have a sail ......"

"Little sampan, how can you fight the dragon?!"

Drinking and asking like a tide, swept through the crowd.

The Sand Giant hooked his left fist flat and smashed into the levitating water shield.

The fist armor was instantly dissolved.

"Makes sense."

Hong Fan was condescending, bowing his head and looking at Ao Zhiji.

The stalemate was short-lived.

It was immediately interrupted by a sudden thunderclap.

More than a dozen sand shotguns traversed a distance of three feet at an initial velocity of nearly three hundred meters per second, biting into the flesh.

Ao Zhiji was shocked, and his wild expression froze.

He staggered back half a step, and saw that his lower abdomen was like a shower, and more than a dozen small pillars of blood rushed out.

The true qi of the water solution circulates extremely quickly, and the bleeding is quickly stopped.

There was a commotion again at the crossing—everyone knew the battle had been decided.

The shotgun softens and slowly flows out in the form of sand.

Ao Zhiji knew that this was the opponent who spared his life.

"What kind of killing is this?"

He asked in a low voice, gasping heavily.

"I don't have a name yet, maybe it's 'Sand Shotgun' or something?"

Hong Fan replied, dispersing the barren sand armor.

"All my killing methods Ao Gongzi is like a few treasures, and he has no choice but to create a new one on the spot."

The sound reached everyone's ears.

There was a moment of silence.

Ao Zhiji was shocked, but he was stunned.

"Ao Gongzi said before, there are not many martial arts you can see in Xijing."

Hong Fan laughed loudly.

"I admire the cleverness of the "Water Interpretation Codex".

"It's just that is possible, in the eyes of people who really have some talent, apart from the martial arts left by this predecessor, Brother Ao actually has no talent?"

When Ao Zhiji heard this, his face turned red, his lips trembled for a long time, but he couldn't speak.

The atmosphere was dull and anxious.

The earliest laughter came from Zhan Yuanzi sitting on the ground.

He laughed maniacally and slapped the floor, but soon turned to coughing because of his lack of breath.

With him taking the lead, the onlookers couldn't help it anymore, and the burst of laughter burst into the sky.

Under such overwhelming laughter, Ao Zhiji finally couldn't bear it, fell to the ground and fainted, and he didn't know if it was really pretending.

Hong Fan pulled Zhan Yuanzi up, stabilized the injury for him with true qi, and then revived his teammates in turn.

"What to do with this guy?"

Zhan Yuanzi picked up the stabbing sword from Ao Zhiji's hand and asked.

"Naturally, I took him with me."

Hong Fan replied.

"What is arrogant or not, lawless, take it back and put it in a black prison for a few days first."

As he spoke, he grabbed the back of Ao Zhiji's neck and lifted it up like a chicken.

The crowd moved out of the way, watching the four of them go away and turn into Boulder Alley.

At the crossing, the flow of people resumed moving, but the chatter continued.

Xijing people are well-informed, and it is not uncommon for them to win or lose in the rankings.

But over the years, it was the first one who was stunned.

(End of chapter)