The Dark Territory Temple is obviously well prepared this time. In addition to its high-end combat power, it also has good mid- to low-end strength.
Most of the people on Feng Maorong's side were only at the combat master level, and there was a big gap between them and the other party. Within a short time, dozens of them were lying down.
"Damn it!" Feng Maorong shouted after killing an opponent, then raised his knife and rushed towards an opponent's lieutenant.
"You must be that Chief Feng, right?" The other man glanced at Feng Maorong coldly: "Today, it's you who deserve to die, none of you can escape!"
"You die!" Feng Maorong shouted angrily, then raised his sword and attacked.
"Idiot!" The man glanced at Feng Maorong with a scornful expression: "You dare to fool around in the dark world with your strength, it's really embarrassing!"
After the words fell, he raised his knife and faced him.
Feng Maorong's cultivation level is that of a war master, and the man on the other side is one level higher than him.
Not long after the two men fought, Feng Maorong's body was opened with several bloody wounds.
"I've always heard that the people of Daxia are very powerful, but you've been bragging about it for a long time?" The other man sneered after forcing Feng Maorong back a few steps with a knife.
"Do you want me to give you a chance? As long as you kneel down, kowtow to me a few times, and then call me grandpa, I will let you live!"
"Go to hell!" Feng Maorong responded loudly, raised his knife again and rushed out.
laugh!
Just as he was halfway through the charge, the man from the other side slashed his right arm with a knife, causing blood to spurt out.
"Sir!" the short-haired man from before shouted and ran over.
"Hey, here comes another one who wants to die?" the man on the other side sneered.
"I'll kill you!" the short-haired man roared and rushed out with his knife raised.
"What a joke. You are weaker than him, why should you kill me?" The other man sneered and slashed out with his sword.
Kick! Kick! Kick!
The short-haired man raised his knife to block the attack and was knocked back seven or eight steps. A sharp tearing pain came from the tiger's mouth.
"Sir Feng, you retreat first, I will block him for you for a while!" The short-haired man shouted and rushed forward again.
"Haha, I said, all of you will die today!" The man on the other side raised his knife and slashed out again.
The two started fighting again.
The short-haired man was not at the same level as his opponent. Within a few rounds, his body was already covered in blood.
After Feng Maorong saw this situation, he frowned and stepped aside dozens of meters away.
"Sir Feng, give the order to retreat, otherwise our brothers will all die here today!"
At this time, five men came to Feng Maorong covered in blood, and one of them shouted loudly.
"Seeking death!" Feng Maorong roared angrily and slashed out with a backhand knife.
The man was only a newly-minted warrior, so naturally he couldn't dodge Feng Maorong's sword. Before he had time to react, his body was chopped into two pieces and fell to the ground.
"Wang Tian!" The other four men cried out in pain at the same time.
"What are you four doing here? Why don't you go back and kill the enemy!" Feng Maorong then looked at the four of them and roared.
"Sir Feng, you..." The short-haired man from before saw this scene and shouted with pain on his face.
Those are the brothers who fight with them!
Unexpectedly, he was killed by Feng Maorong with just one blow!
laugh!
Just when he was distracted, he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder, and then he saw his right arm falling to the ground together with the sword, and blood spurted out like a pillar.
"Ah..." The short-haired man let out a cry of pain.
