Lord of the Desert

Chapter 405 Natural Disaster
The sun is rising.

The Yao River comes from afar, its water like a clear blue silk, carrying the sunlight northward, its waves like flying smoke.

Hong Fan stood with his hands behind his back facing west, facing Yan Xingjin five meters away. In the distance he saw the white sky and the blue river, with a flying eagle embedded in the sky.

The time has come.

"Mr. Hong, we have not seen each other for over a year. I have been troubled by the incident at Wuzheng Garden and had no choice but to resort to this desperate measure."

Yan Xingjin bowed and spoke, his words soaked in true energy and spreading along the river, his tone was quite sincere.

"It's noontime, please draw your sword; I want to see the god of light."

"Mr. Yan, I don't have a knife."

Hong Fan smiled back.

The audience on both sides of the Yao River cheered in surprise when they heard this.

On the second floor of the Whale Rider, Wu Ruyi looked at her mother worriedly and saw that she was frowning. Cao Hanhai, Fan Zhengzhi and others in the private room also stopped smiling.

They all acknowledged Hong Fan's outstanding talent in combat, but that didn't mean he, who had just entered the innate realm, could defeat Yan Xingjin on his own.

Especially on Xianzun Bridge.

"Master Hong, are you going to go back on your word?"

Yan Xingjin asked in a deep voice.

"Why do you say that? Sir, don't worry. I have rarely used weapons since my debut."

Hong Fan looked relaxed and rolled up his sleeves.

When Yan Xingjin saw his condition, he felt that he was being looked down upon and became furious.

"Then don't regret it!"

He shouted coldly and drew his sword.

The thunder-moving technique that Yan Xingjin practiced was called "One-Word Electricity", and its upper limit was the innate four-in-one. It could not only create point-like high temperatures, but also activate the body.

The sword he held was named "Xuan Ting", and the tip was inlaid with an obsidian fire crystal. It was not only extremely hard but also able to withstand high temperatures, enough to be ranked as the best of the third grade.

Hong Fan stood there silently, as sand drawn up from the riverbed kept climbing over the bridge railings and spreading out on the bridge deck.

The wild sand was pulled up like silk threads and gathered into light armor.

Intake, compression.

Yan Xingjin's eyes narrowed.

He is a typical high-speed single-target killing warrior. He is not good at defense and group combat. He knows very well that the more sand the opponent controls, the lower his chances of winning.

Thinking of this, Yan Xingjin no longer cared about his face, and quickly stepped forward to attack.

He used 90% of his strength in this sword, and it was extremely swift.

The sharp blade broke through the air, and the surrounding electric light flowed, leaving scars in the vision of the onlookers.

According to Yan Xingjin's expectation, Jian Hongfan could only retreat, but he did not expect the latter to step forward, elbow and accurately block the sword.

The lightning crackled, leaving messy and charred marks on the arm armor.

Obsidian fire crystal is as red as charcoal fire and radiates high temperatures.

If it were a Strength Realm warrior, his skin would have been burned by now, but Hong Fan only felt warmth thanks to his Flame Flow power.

[How can Chisha keep up with my movements? ]

Yan Xingjin's mind flashed, and he took a wrong step and dragged his sword to launch a second attack.

Thunder rumbled at this time.

High-pressure and high-temperature air shot out from the four nozzles above and below the sand armor, pushing Hong Fan to slide forward and swing out a claw first.

Yan Xingjin was caught off guard and was forced to retreat.

Then came the second and third thunder.

Elbow push and palm chop.

The two men advanced and retreated continuously, drifting several feet in an instant.

Until the sand armor loosened and dissipated heat, Yan Xingjin finally seized the opportunity and used both hands to strike hard.

The sword chopped into Hong Fan's crossed arms, and went into the sand an inch in length, without moving at all.

Yan Xingjin could no longer suppress his look of surprise.

Before the battle, he believed that he had the advantage of Sanhe cultivation and would be able to completely suppress Hong Fan in terms of strength and speed. However, judging from the five moves they had just exchanged, Hong Fan had no disadvantage in terms of strength and speed except that his reaction was a little slower than his.

【How can this be? 】

Yan Xingjin's mind was in a state of confusion, and Hong Fan used his strength to push him away, sending him flying backwards for several feet.

"Chisha, there is a gap of three realms between you and me. How come you..."

His expression changed several times, but he couldn't help but pressed on.

"Where do the three small realms come from?"

Hong Fan laughed.

"It's a good opportunity to let Mr. Yan know that I have broken through to the Xiantian II Integration for several days."

After these words were spoken, not only did Yan Xingjin break out in sweat, but the spectators were also dumbfounded.

Counting from June 22nd, it took Hong Fan no more than 39 days to climb the ladder to heaven; to have completed the two combined sutras in such a short time was unheard of among the geniuses.

"This is not an unprecedented problem, this is unreasonable!"

On the fourth floor of the Whale Riding Guest, Bai Taiping refused to believe it and pressed a fingerprint on the steel fan bone in his palm with his thumb.

"Of course I know that a warrior's accumulation in the realm of heaven and man communication will be converted into resources after the breakthrough, but Hong Fan was stuck in the realm of heaven and man communication for fourteen months!"

"Did he use some evil shortcut?"

Lin Yongchang speculated. "But why would Hong Fan do this?"

Jiang Wenbai shook his head.

"Yan Xingjin's challenge to a fight was not very convincing to begin with, and there wasn't much benefit. He just refused because he didn't want to fight."

Everyone was silent after hearing this.

"What did Brother Shen say?"

Bai Taiping turned around a few times like an ant on a hot pan, looking at Shen Yubo who was sneaking out in casual clothes.

"I also don't understand how we can get through the two joint courses in just 39 days."

The latter replied.

“But I remembered someone.”

"Guan Qimai spent half his life as a fisherman and woodcutter. He found the Yimu Qinglang Sutra in the mountains when he was fifty-seven, and then became a martial saint when he was a hundred years old. He practiced martial arts for only forty-three years in total."

"No one in the world believed it at that time - the fastest sage in the past two thousand years took sixty years."

"But reality is as hard as iron. What does it matter whether others believe it or not?"

There was silence in the box for a while.

Jiang Wenbai stood facing the window.

Looking further ahead, the river seemed like a white dragon showing off its scales in the sunlight, ready to soar into the sky with the people on its back at any moment.

In the middle of the bridge, the sand flow has covered half of the battlefield.

Xianzun Bridge was as straight as a sword, bringing Yan Xingjin's mind back to the avenue in the rain a year ago.

At that time, heavily armored warriors were guarding Hong Fan. His smile in front of the red wall is still vivid in my mind.

Yan Xingjin felt his throat dry, and his fighting spirit dissipated like bubbles.

But this time there are too many bystanders, and he cannot afford to lose without a fight.

The lightning flashed a second time.

Yan Xingjin used all his strength to activate his limbs, and the tip of the sword drew layers of half-moon arcs in the air.

Hong Fan did not take his opponent's frenzied attack head-on, but blocked and retreated until he retreated into the thick sand carpet.

Yan Xingjin naturally didn't dare to step on the sand to chase after him.

Looking around, he realized that the entire bridge surface had been swallowed up by the sand flow, leaving only a small gap at his feet.

The river breeze stopped for a while.

The noise of the crowd faded away.

Yan Xingjin was breathing heavily, his ears were thumping, and he could feel his heart struggling hard with the blood in the left chest cavity.

"Mr. Yan, this is a new killing method I have come up with, called 'Desert Sand Realm'."

Hong Fan folded his arms and spoke loudly.

"I think I can be ranked first, please try me."

As soon as the words fell, more than a dozen sand thorns flew in all directions.

Yan Xingjin forced himself to concentrate and was just about to use his sword to slash and block when he felt a sense of alarm in his heart.

He glanced down and saw the sand flowing silently up the surface of his boots like a living snake.

The true energy burst out and shook away the sand and gravel.

Yan Xingjin took a big step forward and had not even gone a foot when he suddenly felt discomfort in his throat.

It turned out that the sand thorns that had just exploded turned into flying dust all over the sky, and some of them entered the nasal cavity along the air flow.

staggering.

Breathing hard.

Yan Xingjin's vision was blurry, and he vaguely heard the creepy sound of sand friction coming from behind him. He turned around and caught a glimpse of a three-meter-high sand wall rising up and covering him.

By this time his trachea was completely blocked.

Ignoring the severe pain in his chest, Yan Xingjin leaned over and kicked backwards.

After a kick, the sand wall did not explode as expected. Instead, it broke up and overturned like water, knocking him to the ground.

The battle is over.

It took only tens of seconds from the formation of the desolate sand world to the defeat of Yan Xingjin.

"Mr. Yan, I'm grateful for your kindness."

Hong Fan stood proudly and said with a bow.

After using the killing method, he did not move a single step.

The winner was decided in such an overwhelming way that the people along the river cheered loudly and exclaimed that it was incredible.

The noise filled the river breeze for a moment.

Shen Tiexin sat quietly in the car. Although he didn't like Qiao Xin's attention, he was inexplicably not surprised by the outcome of the fight.

Through the crack in the window, she looked at Hong Fan from afar, as if he had shed his human form and become a symbol.

Symbol of natural disaster.

Sandstorms, floods, hurricanes, meteorites...

Those who are harmed by them cannot resent them.

You can only spend the rest of your life lamenting your own misfortune and uncontrollably standing in awe of its power.

(End of this chapter)