Lord of the Desert

Chapter 127 Burning Pain
"Brother Pengyun, are you afraid?"

Hong Sheng deliberately provoked the general.

But Gong Pengyun didn't say a word, just flipped his hand and shot a flying needle.

The needle speed was extremely fast, forcing Hong Sheng to dodge carefully.

Before Xiantian, the only long-distance move of Yanliu Kungfu was Fire Cloud Palm.

However, this move is a battlefield killing method, the attack range is large, but the speed is not fast, and it is not easy to use against opponents with similar cultivation.

Hong Sheng could only press forward.

In the continuous purple rain, he opened the way with his soldering iron hand, constantly closing the distance.

The air needle occasionally hits, but no blood is seen, and it just penetrates into the flesh silently.

The rammed earth blasted away the smoke.

Hong Sheng kicked the ground explosively, covering his opponent within the range of his punches and kicks.

Bowing left and right, in the blink of an eye, three rounds of hooks came out in a row, and were blocked by Gong Pengyun's palm, forearm, and shoulder respectively.

After three consecutive muffled sounds, Hong Sheng slid and kicked again, hitting the opponent's lower abdomen.

There was a footprint on the plain white clothes first, then it burned yellow and turned to ashes in an instant.

The two separated again.

Gong Pengyun slid back a few meters, his cheek muscles trembled, and he was obviously in pain.

A soldering iron hand with a thousand-degree temperature, even if it is only touched for a short time under the isolation of true energy, can still cause damage.

After one breath, the battle resumed.

In dozens of consecutive rounds of fighting, Gong Pengyun has been passively beaten, and has already fallen into an absolute disadvantage.

In the end, the audience already felt that their side was sure to win, and every time Hong Sheng punched, it immediately aroused endless cheers.

But in fact, the infiltration of Xuanyin Qi is also gradually accumulating.

Huoyun stretched out his palm, forcing him to move.

Hong Sheng's short body moved quickly, his fists were red hot like fire, and he rushed to the opponent's body in an instant.

Just when the anger was violent and his hair was flying, Gong Pengyun saw the chance of victory.

"Eclipse, erupt!"

Forming seals with both hands, he roared sharply, instantly activating all the profound yin energy in the opponent's body.

Severe pain spread from many parts of Hong Sheng's body like a tide.

Especially the arms, not only the qi is not smooth, but the pain is so intense that it cannot be resisted by will.

The fist had already been swung, only three steps away from the target, but Hong Sheng couldn't help crying out in pain, and staggered to a stop.

"You're not feeling well, are you?"

Gong Pengyun asked with a soft smile, and stepped forward with a straight kick.

Hong Sheng couldn't defend himself, and was knocked back three meters.

His face drooped, and blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.

But he still refused to fall.

"Mysterious Yin Qi acts on the meridians, and the severe pain caused cannot be resisted by human beings."

Seeing this, Gong Pengyun's face was slightly solemn, and he persuaded him.

"You can't move, it's over."

Under the ashes-like gaze of the crowd, he tore off his ragged sleeves and stepped forward with bare arms, intending to make up for the last blow.

At this moment, Hong Sheng suddenly exploded.

The flying knee with [-]% strength hit the opponent's defenseless upper right abdomen.

The liver area was hit, and the pain was like a raging wave, knocking Gong Pengyun to the ground.

The outcome was reversed again, and many spectators were ecstatic.

"You, how did you do it?"

Gong Pengyun pressed his chest and abdomen and worked hard several times before finishing the question.

"The secret technique of Yanliu Kungfu—burning pain."

Hong Sheng stood up straight and replied, there was no trace of pain on his face.

"Burning the inside and outside of the skin, muscle and fascia with soft fire can stop the pain immediately."

It was the first time for most people in the field to hear about this method of killing, and there was a lot of discussion and curiosity.

But Hong Fanfu already guessed the reason as soon as he heard about it.

It is nothing more than burning the free nerve endings in the designated area with Yanliujin, artificially blocking the perception of pain.

In previous lives, burning nerves on a large scale would cause irreversible sequelae.

However, the Hunran Realm warriors are physically strong, and with appropriate wound medicine, it shouldn't be difficult to restore them to their original state.

Amidst the uproar, Gong Pengyun was helped down by Gong Mingyuan.

Xuanyin Zhenqi is known as "the dark tide of plum rain", and it is very good at hiding after it invades, and it is also very difficult to remove.

Generally speaking, once a martial artist is hit by a trick, he must meditate and look inside before he can completely solve it.

So Gong Zian didn't give Hong Sheng any chance to adjust his breath, and immediately went on stage.

His tactics are just like Gong Pengyun's.

Use Xuanyin Qi needles to swim long distances.

On the other side, Hong Sheng's upper limbs were useless, and he couldn't even use the Fire Cloud Palm at this time, so he could only charge forward blindly with his arms hanging down.

Relying on the advantage of his peak martial arts, although he used his kicks to force his opponent to dodge in embarrassment, he was hit by the Qi needle every moment.

After ten rounds, the fire energy gradually weakened, two times exhausted and three times exhausted.

Hong Sheng continued to fight fiercely until Hong Jian spoke out.

"Ash, that's enough."

"The longer the Xuanyin True Qi remains in the meridians, the greater the damage it will cause."

"Come down."

Hong Sheng finally slowed down, staggered a few steps before standing still.

"Master Zi'an, I lost."

He took a deep breath and admitted his defeat.

No matter which side the spectators support, they applauded at this time.

Gong Zi'an also silently clasped her fists to send each other off.

He only suffered some minor injuries and consumed about [-]% of his true energy.

The next member of the Hong family was Hong She.

This matchup is particularly crucial.

In the judgment of everyone in Jinhai, Hong Sheng is definitely not inferior to Gong Pengyun, and Hong Fan's real combat power will most likely surpass Gong Puhe.

The biggest gap between the two sides lies in the middle.

Although Hong She is the second highest among the younger generation of the Hong family, he is already 22 years old.

In terms of talent, let alone compared with the two clan brothers, he is even inferior to Gao Junxia.

With all eyes on, Hong She tightened his sleeves and bowed to his opponent.

Gong Zi'an has a lot of combat experience.

Coupled with the double disadvantages of cultivation base and skill level, Hong She's chance of winning is very small.

But he was not flustered.

Just now, Hong Fan has privately confessed the eight-character policy with his clan brothers - indiscriminate bombing, exchange injuries for injuries.

Xuanyin Zhengong took the path of water dripping through stone.

The more cautious Hong She is, the more Gong Zi'an will feel like a fish in water.

Only go all out when you come up, maybe you can spend a little more on the latter.

"Jinhai Hong's family, Hong She."

After the name was given, Hong She clenched his ten fingers into fists, and densely spread the flaming flow of true energy over his arms.

The high temperature of six hundred degrees instantly distorted the air.

With five times the consumption of a normal soldering iron hand, he shouted and rushed forward, pressing forward with a posture of complete attack and defenselessness.

Gong Zi'an was slightly caught off guard.

But regardless of strength or speed, he was far superior to Hong She.

Between advancing and retreating, Gong Zian saw every move and blocked every attack, unexpectedly blocking every attack with his shady hands.

The battle lasted more than a dozen rounds.

In the end, Hong She was not tortured by the eclipse, but was knocked to the ground head-on by fists and feet, unable to get back up.

The price Gong Zi'an paid was two moderate burns and [-]% of her true energy wasted.

There was a complete silence on the sidelines of the martial arts arena.

Only Gong Mingyuan led a few foreigners to smile and applaud.

Only Hong Fan was left in the Hong family.

The faces of many people are already difficult to look at.

It wasn't long after Quan Huarong's fiasco was defeated, Hong Fan's progress in cultivation was no secret.

At that time, the Nine Paths were perfect, and the Ten Paths were short of a thread.

Now it's only a few days later, and I can pass through the tenth path if I'm exhausted.

Even if Sha Shijie was included, no one would believe that Hong Fan could defeat the peak of ordinary penetration.

But to fight against the Hunran Sanmai, it must not be enough.

"I have heard about the world famous Jinhaisha for a long time, and it is a great honor for Zi'an to be able to fight Mr. Hong Fan today."

Gong Zian tidied up her appearance slightly, and said loudly to the audience.

At this time, he had lost two in a row, and was about to take advantage of the victory to pursue the attack, and there was some urging in his words.

Hong Fan nodded when he heard the words, and after looking at Hong Jian, Hong Li, Hong Wu and others, he finally walked off the stage slowly.

(End of this chapter)