Tang Xingqing's estimate was good.

Hong Fan's skills and tactics are rigid and flexible, and he is an almost all-round warrior at medium and close range.

However, due to the control of the sand world, once the distance is stretched ten zhang away, both the sand thorn and the scorching sand will naturally loosen and lose their lethality.

Kites, consumed.

This is the only winning strategy that Tang Xingqing thinks he has.

The sharp sound of the sword continued.

In the eyes of mortals, the situation is immutable offense and defense.

Only high-level martial artists can see the details of the game.

The back of the sand nail is distorted by the high heat of the air.

The front of the sand armor is more conducive to the repair of the wind.

Wu Yuan caught the abnormality of the innate fire aura - Hong Fan had already completed the accumulation, and every step he took at this time could be a thunderous step.

But Tang Xingqing is also aware of this.

At any time, one of the flying swords must guard the two points and one line between her and Hong Fan.

In this way, it is difficult to move in an instant.

After another ten rounds of attack and defense, Hong Fan slowly released hot air from the sand gap.

Wind and smoke.

Tang Xingqing's closed eyes were bent.

At this moment, Hong Fan is not injured.

But it's only a matter of time.

A war of attrition seems fair.

Duanli City is the home of the Tang family after all.

[A draw with me is a complete victory; He understands this too. 】

Tang Xingqing calmed his heart.

The sword case landed gently, not stirring up a trace of dust.

Victory was in sight, and she didn't want to waste even a trace of true qi.

On the other side, Hong Fan dispersed the flames.

"The Tang family is really powerful."

He sighed deeply.

From this voice, Tang Xingqing seemed to hear the smell of rust.

"Jinhai Chisha is worthy of its name."

"The sand flow is endless, and it has the power of fire."

"If I get within three feet, I'm afraid I'll be defeated in an instant."

She said flatly, unable to suppress the corners of her mouth.

"But when the heart is confused, the warrior is close to defeat."

"Your only mistake today is to strike when you shouldn't!"

Its sound is resolute, cutting gold and jade.

Wu Yuan clenched his fists.

And Hong Fan seemed to be being said and stopped talking.

Sand carapace thickening.

Against harassment, half a step and half a step forward.

Tang Xingqing already felt the other party's anxiety.

[Hong Fan has lost his ground! 】

She controls four swords to attack the butterfly while hovering her sword case and keeping her distance.

A slash is heavier than a blow.

At this time, one of the two Tianjiao in the field was in a state of confusion.

[It's a pity it's not me.] 】

Thoughts as cold as ice flowed through Hong Fan's mind.

Another sword stabbed down, hitting the sand giant's breastplate, an inch deeper than before.

[Ha, the end of the strong crossbow......]

Tang Xingqing made a wrong judgment.

Her reaction was half a beat slower.

After the quicksand made a virtual and real change, Tang Xingqing realized that the flying sword was retreating with difficulty, and it was actually held by Hong Fan's two hands.

The other three flying swords attacked like crazy.

Useless.

Hong Fan locked the sword in his left hand and sealed it with his right hand.

"Sand Flow Knife!"

Wu Yuan couldn't help but be overjoyed.

"That's right!"

Hong Fan responded loudly.

The golden stream shoots, and the flying sword screams.

After a breath, the three-rank blade was cut out of the vertical and horizontal cracks.

The sand giant clasped his palms together and crushed it with a clattering sound.

Tang Xingqing's body shook slightly, and blood flowed from her nose.

The fighting subsided for the time being.

"I've seen a lot of ways to drive foreign objects through the air with true qi."

Hong Beom straightened up, spilled a few pieces on the ground, and stepped into the dirt.

"The dragon catcher of Gongsun Shi, the head secretary of the Liangzhou Zhangwu Academy."

"The Ming King of the Liu family in Xijing has a thousand arms."

"The mixed yuan strength of the Xijing Lu family."

He took off his visor and looked directly at Tang Xingqing.

"Just now, I deliberately restricted the contribution of the Barren Sand Battle Armor, and I have revealed several flaws, which will be seen by your eyes."

"If your method is similar to theirs, you can directly manipulate external objects such as earth and rocks, and you should not let it go."

"But you didn't."

When Tang Xingqing heard this, his face was as gloomy as iron.

"I don't know how Qiansi Nian controls things, and what is the difference between it and the rest of the methods."

Hong Fan smiled indifferently.

"But I guess that's all you can control at this point."

"Miss Tang, right?"

Tang Xingqing was silent.

She can't say that Hong Gongzi guessed too much.

There are three core concepts of Thousand Silk Thoughts.

One is distraction, the second is a hole photo, and the third is branding.

Whether it is a sword or a knife, it can only be driven after branding.

It often takes several months for beginners to imprint a handful of soldiers.

And with Tang Xingqing's cultivation now, when he is in good condition, it will take a few hours.

On the beheading platform, Duanli City Judge couldn't help but send another entourage to the Tang Mansion in a hurry.

Wu Yuan and the four of them were already elated.

The four swords are just holding each other, let alone missing one?

The tide turned.

Hong Fan took a step forward.

Tang Xingqing retreated accordingly.

But she was not willing to accept defeat, but became more calm and confident.

Not for anything else.

It's just that he has fought a hundred battles and never tasted defeat.

She jumped off the sword box, her feet on the ground.

"This is my fifth sword."

The voice was cold, almost emotionless.

The wooden box cracked through it, as if it had been slashed.

Hong Fan looked intently and saw not a sword, but a broken narrow spear head.

"The eleventh generation ancestor of the Tang family was equipped with the second-grade earth divine soldier 'Pure Thought', which was broken by a thousand miles and steps sixty-seven years ago."

Tang Xingqing explained loudly - she probably felt that taking advantage of weapons would not be able to win.

The three flying swords around Hong Fan's body pierced vertically into the ground.

Tang Xingqing closed her eyes again, her hands were sealed, and blood overflowed from her throat, wetting her placket.

Three of the four imprints in her heart shattered in an instant.

Three flying swords lost their spirituality.

Hong Fan could see that Tang Xingqing himself was also not lightly injured.

"Why bother?"

He was about to say something when he was interrupted.

"Chisha, this is my killer weapon, please try to win......"

There was a buzzing sound, and the "Pure Thought" burst close to the ground.

The entrance of the market seems to have been hit by a shot.

The dust rose and was torn apart by the storm.

Wu Yuan saw that only half of the round shield in front of the sand giant was left, and there was still a gap in the waist ribs in the process of high-speed recovery.

Jing Nian shot back, and Hong Fan staggered out of the way.

After two moves, he had a specific perception of the power of this divine weapon fragment - the speed was forty percent faster than that of the flying sword, and the destructive power was nearly three times.

With four swords in exchange for one shot, the comprehensive combat power has actually decreased.

But other than that, Tang Xingqing had no other way.

At this point, Hong Fan completely understood the depth of the opponent and planned to clean up the situation.

He enjoyed the battle with Tianjiao

But time is not on his side in the end - in addition to the faint clouds and thin rain that go out, the Tang family also has a congenital master.

"Miss Tang, that's it."

Hong Fan persuaded in harmony.

"What did you say?!"

Tang Xingqing couldn't believe her ears.

But she could really hear the contempt in the other party's words.

Maybe not intentionally.

But because of this, it is the expression of the heart.

Her forcibly calm heart suddenly burst into flames again.

Jing Nian strikes the third blow.

It is in the middle of Hong Fan's arms.

Tang Xingqing is very strong.

Her output peaked properly over Hong Fan.

Tang Xingqing is also weak.

Because she has no other tricks than a sword, it is too biased to attack and defend all of them.

In a battle between the two, Hong Fan relied on the iron-walled defense and the double blue bar brought by the double cultivation of the Destiny Star Martial Dao, and he could make mistakes, temptations, and adjustments countless times.

But Tang Xingqing couldn't help it for the second time.

Thirty meters away.

Pure thoughts must pass by.

Piercing through the arm shield, blasting the outer armor, catching up with the body, leaving a shallow wound half an inch deep on the shoulder.

At the same time, Hong Fan straightened his arms sideways and took root on the ground.

The right arm is naturally straightened and the shoulders are locked, forming a straight track that is nearly two meters long.

Just this track, breaking through the hot and cold boundaries of weapons.

Hong Fan clenched his right hand into a fist.

Tang Xingqing's heart was alarmed, wanting to recall her pure thoughts.

But it was too late.

The fire thundered and exploded.

A black shadow needle pierced ten feet, leaving a red mark in the atmosphere.

Tang Xingqing's abdomen burst with blood, and she fell to her knees.

At this moment, countless thoughts flashed through her heart.

When did he complete the energy storage? 】

[How can a sand bomb last so far?] 】

Reaching into the abdomen, Tang Xingqing pulled out the foreign body from the intestines.

It was actually the tip of the flying sword that he had broken!

She immediately recognized the mistake.

The opponent gives up the slow-release air when he takes an instant;

The opponent clenched his fist and stomped on the ground when he crushed the flying sword;

And those language and emotional guidance......

[It turns out that I have been toyed with in the palm of my hand. 】

The sense of shame surged, making Tang Xingqing almost want to die.

The thunder sounded a second time.

Hong Fan crossed the long street.

His sand armor was spread out, and the white clothes on his left shoulder were stained red with blood, the only wound on his body.

This is still for the sake of quick victory.

Tang Xingqing knelt down and looked at Hong Fan, and suddenly had the illusion of a broken dream.

She has won every battle.

She has stepped on countless levels.

She was convinced that she was the protagonist of life.

Wu Zhitianjiao is like this - otherwise, they can't be on the top three lists.

Until they meet each other.

Picking up gold in the sand, this is also said.

"Hong Fan."

Tang Xingqing stared at his opponent, as if he wanted to rub his appearance.

"The killer move you just made can't be arranged in advance, it's not enough to rely on ......"

"You still have hole cards, don't you?"

Ignoring her injuries, she asked in a breathless voice.

"You guessed right."

Hong Fan nodded in acknowledgement.

"I have a momentary step, even if I can't get close, I can pull away at any time."

"Sand wings take off, and after gathering momentum, you can do a goshawk flutter, and the speed is three times the limit of my normal - with the weakness and slowness of your body, you can't dodge it, and you can't stop it."

"Then why didn't you do it?"

Tang Xingqing asked.

"Because then you have to get out of the battlefield for a while."

Hong Fan replied.

"I don't want to put Brother Wu and them in danger, so I give up using tricks."

There was no sound at the entrance of the market for a long time.

"Ha ......"

Tang Xingqing laughed for the first time.

"It turns out that there is really a stronger sympathy between heaven and man than me in the world."

She dissipated her true qi and no longer resisted, and her heart suddenly flooded with unprecedented strong feelings.

Kyushu is vast.

Huaiyang is too small.

PS: Today's update, more than 2,800 words.

In fact, I want to watch two shifts every day, but my brain often can't keep up.

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