Lord of the Desert

Chapter 487 Greedy
There was a loud bang of breaking stones.

"Everyone evacuate, Shen Hong, protect Master Zhen!"

Hong Fan shouted the order, stepped on the sand flow and stepped forward. After a few steps, he turned into a sand giant about ten feet tall.

It is recorded in the Evil List that Tie Mo once grappled with Yuan Ci (and was beaten) for an hour, so fighting him hand-to-hand was obviously not the best strategy.

But it takes time to evacuate the people below.

The sand-like knife was about to chop down, but was blocked by the back arm.

The Iron Demon bent his body and slid forward, punching the Sand Armor in the abdomen. When he pulled out his arm, he could see that the three sharp spikes about a foot long on the tip of his fist had already turned red, and there was also a row of reverse blades on his forearm, which had just blocked the sand knife.

Hong Fan could easily accept the abilities of metallization, weaponization, and even arbitrary extension and contraction of bones, but he never expected that the thickened sand armor could be penetrated by a single blow.

[This monster is simply a divine weapon in human form! ]

A flash of pure thought forced the Iron Demon to lose his concentration.

At the same time, Hong Fan's counterattack was divided into three directions - sand locks bit the legs, open palms clamped the neck and knees, and dust invaded the ears and nose.

The Iron Demon was restricted on all sides and was burning with rage. He suddenly burst out with his molten iron essence to clear a spherical cavity in the sand curtain, and then he pursued Hong Fan relentlessly despite the left and right cuttings of the flying sword.

It was only when his claws pierced into the sand armor that he realized he had been tricked by the soft feel.

The next moment, the inside of him was covered with red-hot sand, which instantly carbonized all his clothes to ashes, just like the ultimate torture of being burned with fire.

Tie Mo growled in pain and heard the wind whistling violently behind him. It was Jing Nian who stabbed at him fiercely, causing him to fly up and crash into the wooden shed on the side of the yard.

When high temperature meets combustible materials, flames instantly explode several meters high, releasing loud thunder.

According to Hong Fan, even if Feng Manyun fell for this trick in the past, he would lose half his life.

However, the Iron Demon's aura was not weakened at all.

"I am made of real steel, why should I fear the flames?"

An eight-foot monster stood up from the fire and walked out, covered in iron armor and with spikes raised.

Tang Xingqing stood alone on the floor with a grim look on her face.

Four top-grade Xuan-grade flying swords were suspended around her, with the blades full of damage, and Jingnian's full-strength attack just now only drew blood - this monster's defense was so strong that it was incredible in the innate realm, and it was not considered weak even in the Yuanci realm.

Fortunately, the people below had already fled far away, and even took away the red flag and other livestock.

"Hong Fan, the Blazing Star, Tang Xingqing, the Thousand Point Star. Your names were not originally on the list I accepted."

The Iron Demon laughed grimly and scratched his breastplate with his claws, making a harsh sound.

"But you guys are determined not to die, so I'll have to work for nothing..."

Before he could finish his words, Hong Fan's artillery fire arrived.

The Iron Demon tore through the curtain of fire in the explosion, and the sword blade popped out, cutting off the flying sword that had passed by his ankle with one blow; Tang Xingqing on the roof groaned, formed a seal with one hand, and a silver light emerged from the sword box behind him.

The firepower network in front of the trading post reached its peak at this time.

Even though the Iron Demon was unstoppable, he was still hit hard by the Liantian Sword Cannon. After shattering two flying swords, he flew backwards into the stable and smashed the special stone trough of the Red Flag.

The sky was filled with mist.

The Iron Demon threw wood and stones at random to attack, then crashed headfirst into the outer wall of the storehouse, hiding himself behind smoke and wooden boards.

Tang Xingqing's eyes were slightly closed, but her mind was bright.

Flying swords shot back and forth on both sides of the building, making rows of holes in the wooden walls. Sparks flashed and the sound of metal clashing could be heard through the windows.

After a moment, the house shook and collapsed.

Tang Xingqing's feet were unstable as she floated into the air with the moon in her arms, but she heard the strong sound of wind in the building and saw the collapsing tiles suddenly explode, knocking out the main pillar of the building that was more than two meters long.

Spin and interlace.

She held the hem of her skirt in her hands and ran along the column, her figure ten meters higher than the moon.

The storehouse completely collapsed, and dust rose like a mountain.

The Iron Demon approached the rockery in the courtyard, and with his hands and feet, he threw three huge stones weighing thousands of pounds in a row. The first two were blown up by Hong Fan's artillery fire, and the third was cut off in mid-air by Tang Xingqing using her toes to guide her pure thoughts.

The flames brushed across the golden thread of her clothes.

The female swordsman gracefully descended, holding the hem of her skirt, and stood on the shoulder of the sand giant.

The flying sword spun back to its position. "Fire attack."

Hong Fan took off his helmet and exchanged glances with Tang Xingqing.

As he said, this seems to be the only solution now - although the Iron Demon is resistant to high temperatures, the burning sand did hurt him at the beginning.

The fiery tide swung out, and the wooden ruins exploded.

The target is no longer there.

Ignoring the pursuit and interception from the Desolate Sand Realm and the Flying Swords, the Iron Demon only moved towards Tang Xingqing's body.

He has been traveling the world for more than sixty years, spending half of his time hiding and half of his time fighting, so he is extremely experienced in fighting enemies. You must know that no matter how good the armor is, it cannot completely block the transfer of heat. However, as long as he stays close to Tang Xingqing, Hong Fan will not be able to exert the power of the blazing fire essence.

Sure enough, after several rounds, Tang Xingqing became increasingly embarrassed as he fought and retreated, while Hong Fan followed in vain but to no avail.

"What do you mean by 'prodigy on the list'? It's just because they are young!"

The Iron Demon was certain that the other party could not cause him any harm, and his laughter became more and more wild.

"Xiao Tang!"

A short call.

Tang Xingqing spun around and stepped on the ground, reversing the sword seal as he slid back, causing his pure thoughts to shoot out like lightning.

A strong wind blew, and the golden hairpin slipped off; the hair scattered in the air danced wildly in the light of the fire.

The Iron Demon laughed silently.

He locked his ten fingers forward, trying to catch Jing Nian in mid-air, but his mind had been captured by the ecstasy of further advancement in martial arts.

At this moment, Hong Fan fired the armor-piercing shell that he had prepared for a long time.

[Hits, explosions, flames... the child's tricks are all in vain! ]

The Iron Demon could clearly sense the compressed fire spiritual energy approaching from behind him, but he didn't care.

The bullet hits before the sound.

The blazing fire essence exploded for the second time, and the overpressure gathered along the axis of the inverted cone.

The crystallized sand broke into streams and shot out at fifteen times the speed of sound, effortlessly liquefying and piercing through the armor and heart that blocked the way.

After being surprised, I was still surprised.

Pure thoughts are in your hands.

But the heat of the blood and the coldness of the heart met again, bringing a severe dizziness as if the pillars of heaven were collapsing.

Iron Demon couldn't help but think of the scene eighty years ago when his playmate stole a long sword from his home and showed off by brandishing it - before the cold steel blade cut through the eyes of the onlooker, it reflected the last ray of sunlight he had ever seen in his life.

The eight-foot tall body staggered and fell to his knees, blood gushing out from the wounds like a knife.

"You cheated..."

Before he died, he left his last words in the direction of Hong Fan.

There was no one around the trading post, and flames several feet high were rising from the ruins, burning the night sky dark red.

The fire was so quiet that only the crackling sound could be heard.

Tang Xingqing gathered her loose hair and used the narrow blade of the sword as a hairpin to hold it up.

"This is the first time we have joined forces against an enemy."

She breathed a sigh of relief, turned her head and smiled, her eyes and the flowers between her eyebrows sparkling in the firelight.

"not bad."

Hong Fan was a little dazed when he heard the sound and saw the scene.

What he was thinking about at the moment was not Iron Demon or Qingdi Zhenzong, but the question he could not answer last night - it turned out that he could not answer it not because he did not know how to answer it, but because he was both hypocritical and greedy.

"We can only find an inn to stay in tonight."

Hong Fan avoided Tang Xingqing's gaze and felt his cheeks slightly warmed by the fire.

(End of this chapter)