Lord of the Desert

Chapter 299 Outliers
The fourth day of April is the beginning of summer.

The vitality is strong and the sunshine is getting longer.

All things are busy practicing their own ways.

After a few days of heavy rain, the termites that were driven out of their nests grew wings and flew around the house.

Birds were chirping on the eaves, not missing the rare meal.

The children, who are not yet aware of their sorrow, hold slingshots and nets in their hands, coveting the birds.

At Youshi, the sun has just begun to set, and the heaven and earth are still bathed in light.

Today's Xijing City is not as lively as it used to be.

The streets and alleys were deserted, and the people gathered on both sides of the Yao River.

It is not uncommon for Tianjiao to take action in Xijing.

But it was the first time in many years that a fight to the death was explicitly stated.

The thick and noisy voices silenced both ends of the Xianzun Bridge. When they reached the river, they turned into a misty and light gauze and enveloped the center of the bridge.

Hong Fan arrived early.

He had no obligation to challenge.

But perhaps out of the same identity, perhaps out of the same mood, he still came.

A quarter of an hour later, Hong Fan saw his opponent.

At the bridge in the west of the city, Su Peifeng separated the crowd, breaking through the waves like a pointed boat.

Carrying the narrow-mouthed coffin on his shoulders, he strode onto the bridge.

After being washed away by heavy rain, Hamzun Bridge Rock was originally spotless.

However, near the center of the bridge, there is a thick blanket of sand.

The Yao River is deep and the bridge deck is high, so Hong Fan arranged the site in advance.

Su Peifeng doesn't care about this.

He walked straight to the bridge, put the narrow coffin down, and half pushed the lid open.

An indescribable stench wafted out.

Hong Fan frowned and looked.

Four days after the incident in Wuzhen Garden, Ao Zhixian appeared in the Giant Observation.

As if unaware, Su Peifeng took off his coat, revealing his muscular upper body, which looked like a sculpture.

He covered the person in the coffin with his robe with gentle movements, pressed his left hand on the bridge railing, and lowered his gaze for a moment.

Vigorous power comes from your fingers.

The relics left by the Martial Saint are extremely hard, and some stone powder is still ground out.

Then, Su Peifeng faced the coffin and solemnly tattooed his face with crimson fingers.

He finally turned to face his opponent.

"Thank you for coming."

Su Peifeng walked up to Hong Fan and looked down at him.

There was blood on his face, and there was hatred in his words.

Not like to people, more like to fate.

"You are Welcome."

Hong Fan raised his head and stared back, speaking softly.

Sand flow adsorbs from all sides.

He put on his sand armor in public until he was [-] meters tall and looked down at Su Peifeng.

The latter burst into laughter, loosened his specially made belt, and appeared as a giant spirit.

Boots exploded, pant legs torn.

From the inside out, from bones to muscles, everything is growing and expanding.

In a breath, Su Peifeng's muscles all over his body were knotted like armor, and he rose from two meters to three and a half meters tall.

The sandcast warrior only reached his chest.

The golden chain broke in the giant spirit's wrist, and he grabbed it with his hand and stuffed it carefully into his trouser pocket.

"Please."

Su Peifeng shouted lowly.

The sound dispersed, and the riverside was immediately silent.

Hong Fan nodded, and with his right hand, he pointed his fingers together and made a knife, thrusting it across his opponent's ribs without any courtesy.

The gravel crumbled.

The blow that could penetrate the bull's head only broke the skin and failed to penetrate the opponent's oblique muscles.

At the same time, Su Peifeng charged up and punched.

The atmosphere whimpered.

Hong Fan stood firmly and raised his left arm high.

The fist bones were printed on the arm armor, and there was an explosion.

Most of the thick sand layer collapsed, and Hong Fan's body was tilted so hard that the right fist he was preparing to fight back could not be released at all.

[His power exceeds mine several times...]

Thoughts float to the sea of ​​consciousness like bubbles.

In the blink of an eye, Su Peifeng's second uppercut arrived.

Bang.

For the first time in his life, Hong Fan was beaten into the air while in the desert armor state.

It was just a face-to-face confrontation, and he had to retreat.

The quicksand armor solidified and covered it up, and Hong Fan came out from the back.

Su Peifeng raised his arms and swung, breaking the sand shell, then stepped forward and punched again.

Hong Fan stepped back quickly and wiped away the blood dripping from his nose with his thumb.

Body shape a meal.

It turned out that his back heel touched the edge of the bridge. "Come die!"

Su Peifeng jumped up, clenched his hands into a hammer, and smashed it down hard.

Hong Fan rolled away from the top of his head.

Xian Zunqiao took the blow for him - fortunately, the relics of Wu Sheng were extremely strong and unmoving.

The giant spirit turned around, its eyes were red and looked like flowing fire.

Seeing that his opponent had opened a distance of two feet, he took off and chased after him.

Take one step forward and sudden changes will occur.

The sand is ordered to flow like water.

Su Peifeng's feet slipped and he lost his center of gravity.

Hong Fan had been waiting for this moment.

Jun Enzhong was lifted up from his feet by the waves of sand.

He grasped the hilt of the sword, straightened the tendon of the sword, condensed his eyes, and made a flying slash in an instant.

Amidst the thunder, the two of them crossed each other.

The magnificence of the sword almost brought Bai Taiping's soul out of his body.

"A good knife, good for cutting."

Su Peifeng smiled.

The blade that was supposed to slit his throat was blocked by his forearm.

The muscle broke two inches, exposing the white bones behind it.

At the fracture, blood spurted out like a knife and cut into the sand.

But it only lasted the blink of an eye.

As soon as Su Peifeng had a thought, the muscle fibers proliferated and became involved, restoring function and compressing to stop bleeding.

In the giant spirit state, his control over his body has been refined to the limit.

"Thunder can move in an instant, but seeing it once is worse than hearing it a hundred times."

Su Peifeng grinned, revealing two rows of strong white teeth, and smiled ferociously.

Before he finished speaking, he stepped down.

The absolute brute force pushed aside the sand layer, shaking out the bridge deck that was several feet wide.

The giant spirits collide head-on, like a mountain falling over.

Hong Fan raised his hand and fired Fire Cloud Palm continuously.

Since entering the realm of Xiaowuluo in martial arts, he has almost no lag in his moves.

But Su Peifeng didn't care.

He blocked his face with both hands, ignored the burnt skin, and crashed directly through the flame stream.

The roaring sound echoed through the heart of the river.

The giant spirit kicked the sand like it was firing thousands of arrows.

After a snap of the fingers, countless sand balls were recaptured by the sand world and hovered into curtains.

"open!"

Su Peifeng swept the sand with a sweeping palm.

Afterwards, Hong Fan was no longer where he was.

【above?No, it's behind. 】

Su Peifeng listened to the wind to identify his position. As soon as he turned around, his torso felt intense pain.

More than a dozen sand pellets penetrated the smoke and dust, and they all hit.

The curtain falls apart.

Su Peifeng lowered his head and looked at himself, chuckled, and opened his arms to Hong Fan.

At the intercostal wound, the sand squirmed like a locust, but it could not penetrate the muscle armor.

"Skills are as good as the person, and you are as sincere as you say!"

His voice was strong and he stretched out his fingers.

An instant later, his palms like palms struck his chest with all their strength.

Da Yin Xisheng.

Hong Fan had a hard time describing what he heard.

All he saw was that the air was shaking like water waves, and his eardrums were stinging like needles.

The shock did not fade away, and a cannon punch magnified in the field of vision.

Wrong steps, head tilt, short stature.

The fist grazed Hong Fan's cheek.

At the same moment, Jun Enzhong's silver blade swiped across Su Peifeng's right leg.

The two of them were bleeding profusely, and the distance between them was already within range.

"Come again!"

The giant spirit exhaled and turned around to make an uppercut.

Facing the strong wind, Hong Fan fell to the ground like a weightless piece of paper.

Su Peifeng smiled sharply when he saw this.

He punched nothing and raised his leg as if to step on it.

"General!"

The sound is like a thunderbolt, stopping the moving clouds.

Deserted sand comes to the rescue in times of danger.

Inside and outside the battle group, with the giant spirit as the center, gold flows.

Tangle the ankles, support the soles of the feet, pull the waist and hips, block the joints...

Su Peifeng felt trapped in a net for a moment, unable to step down.

(End of this chapter)