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 was that of a war master, and the man on the other side was 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 man on the other side 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 man on the other side sneered and slashed out with his sword.
Kick! Kick! Kick!
Short haired man
After Zi raised his knife to block it, he was directly knocked back seven or eight steps, and 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!" When the short-haired man saw this scene, he 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.
Feng Maorong
Seeing this, he trembled all over, and then ran away to the side without any hesitation.
"Tsk, tsk, you are quite a cold-blooded officer!" The other man laughed sarcastically, "But you can't escape either!"
After he finished speaking, he ignored the short-haired man and chased after Feng Maorong. In the blink of an eye, he was behind Feng Maorong and slashed out with his sword.
Feng Maorong sensed the crisis coming from behind him and quickly turned around and raised his knife to block it.
Click!
The broadsword was chopped into two pieces and fell to the ground. A bloody mouth appeared on his arm, and the whole person was shocked back seven or eight steps.
What made him despair was that before he could stabilize his body, the other man's sword slashed at him again.
Judging from his current situation, he absolutely cannot block this sword.
"No," Feng Maorong shouted loudly as he was still alive.
Then, without any hesitation, he pulled a subordinate next to him and blocked him in front of him.
laugh!
The sword light entered from the heart of the subordinate, and the flesh and blood were blurred.
"Sir Fengfeng," the man said with difficulty, and fell down with pain on his face.
"Liu Zhu!" Three men not far away cried out in pain after seeing this.
But they did not dare to get angry at Feng Maorong. They raised their swords with anger and rushed towards the man in the Dark Territory Temple.
"How come you're working for such a superior officer? I admire you very much!" The man on the other side sneered.
"Since you want to die so much, let me give you a ride first!"
After saying that, he flipped his wrist and slashed at the three of them with several sharp daggers.
These three people are only at the combat master level, so they obviously have no possibility of resistance. They can only watch the sword light rapidly enlarging in their pupils.
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"Kill me, Daxia Erlang, and die!" At this moment, a roar sounded, and a sword light swept towards him.
"Huh?!" The man on the other side suddenly felt a cold murderous aura surrounding him, and his pupils shrank sharply.
Without any time to think about it, he quickly withdrew his attack and returned to defense. He pulled out the big knife diagonally in his hand, trying to block the knife.
laugh!
The devastating sword light cut his sword into two pieces and then dodged directly from his head.
"Be so strong"
After struggling to say a few words, a line of blood stretched from the center of his eyebrows to his chin, and blood arrows shot out. He fell to the ground and twitched for a few times, then stopped moving.
"Feng Maorong, you bastard, are you still a human after all?" The person who came was the white tiger who came over. He looked at Feng Maorong and roared.
He never imagined that Feng Maorong would be such a bastard, using one of his subordinates to block the knife for him, which was outrageous!
"Besides, I asked you to evacuate people a long time ago. Are you taking my words as fart? How many people are you going to kill?"
At this time, the battle situation in the compound had become one-sided.
The people on Feng Maorong's side were completely suppressed by the Dark Territory Temple and were being beaten. Three to four hundred people were already lying on the scene.
The condition of the remaining few hundred people was not much better. Most of them were injured and probably could not last twenty minutes.
"Bai Hu, is your Rakshasa Hall's control too lenient? I have the final say in matters here," Feng Maorong responded after taking a deep breath.
Snapped!
Before he finished speaking, Bai Hu slapped him with his backhand.
This palm was used with great force. Feng Maorong did somersaults several times and then collapsed to the ground. He opened his mouth and spurted out a large mouthful of blood.
"Just wait for me and see how I deal with you later!" Bai Hu roared angrily and then rushed out towards the people in the Dark Territory Temple.