Seeing this, Fan Junming's face darkened, and he said in a deep voice, "Gentlemen! A formidable enemy is at hand! Do not fight amongst yourselves; we must unite against the common foe!"
Upon hearing this, the two men's expressions darkened. Fan Junming's words immediately brought them to their senses, and they looked cautiously at the five Blood Demon Sect deacons who had appeared around them.
"How boring! I was hoping to see your Divine Arrest Bureau members fight amongst yourselves. Since you're not going to fight anymore, then die here!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the five Blood Demon Sect Cult deacons sneered and charged towards them, transforming into streaks of blood-red afterimages in the air, instantly reaching their eyes.
In an instant, the Curved Saber Guardian appeared in front of Yuan Jiamu, his crimson scimitar brimming with violent crimson true energy. He slashed horizontally, unleashing a terrifying crimson glint as he viciously struck at Yuan Jiamu.
Wherever it passed, surging ripples of power splashed through the void, instantly cleaving the surrounding trees in two. Its power was extremely fierce!
Seeing this Yuan Jiamu's eyes turned cold. "This time, you won't be able to defeat me as easily as last time!"
After speaking, Yuan Jiamu suddenly drew in the sharp sword stuck in the tree trunk, and the sword condensed into his hand. He then slashed the sword with a sharp, pale yellow aura, which transformed into a powerful pale yellow sword beam in the air, directly blocking the fierce attack.
"Bang"!
A loud crash resounded as the two powerful attacks collided violently in mid-air, unleashing a fierce shockwave that caused surrounding trees to collapse and the ground to crack like a spiderweb.
The two attacks canceled each other out in mid-air, each retreating seven or eight zhang away. Before Yuan Jiamu could even regain his footing, he suddenly noticed a figure appearing on his left and was immediately startled.
He quickly made his move, gathering a powerful surge of true energy in his left palm and striking the figure with it. The figure sneered upon seeing this, and with a slight dodge, instantly avoided the fierce palm strike, while simultaneously lashing out with his right hand.
The figure forcefully grabbed Yuan Jiamu's arm. Upon seeing this, Yuan Jiamu's expression changed, and he suddenly poured powerful streams of true energy into his arm, trying to avoid the hand that was grabbing him. Unfortunately, the figure's grip was too strong.
He couldn't shake off the incredibly strong hand at all; he only felt a terrifying force gripping his arm until it went numb and the color faded.
The figure grinned maliciously, then suddenly exerted force with his arm and ripped it off with a tearing sound. Blood gushed out from the wound like a fountain, and Yuan Jiamu screamed in agony.
"Ah! Ah! My hand! My hand!" Yuan Jiamu clutched his severed wound and screamed desperately.
The Curved Saber Guardian deacon flashed and landed beside the man, laughing, "Remnant! You're still as cruel as ever, enjoying tearing people's flesh apart alive!"
Upon hearing this Remnant Image licked his lips, a faint crimson light flashing between them. "Hehe! You don't understand! This feeling of tearing someone apart is incredibly comfortable and stress-relieving!"
At the same time.
Qi Gaofeng was fighting against two Blood Demon Sect Cult deacons. The three of them were evenly matched. Under the combined attack of the two Blood Demon Sect Cult deacons, his situation was precarious, but with his years of experience in life-and-death battles, he barely managed to hold on.
The two Blood Demon Sect Cult deacons were quite different. One was bald and very thin, like a tall, thin bamboo pole. The other was wielding two hammers and was about the same size as Qi Gaofeng, both extremely robust.
At this moment, the Bald Guardian and the Double Hammer Guardian attacked Qi Gaofeng relentlessly.
Seeing this, Qi Gaofeng's expression became extremely solemn. He accurately countered the moves of these people, barely managing to parry them. Several times, he was almost hit by the Double Hammer Guardian, and the situation was extremely critical!
Qi Gaofeng gritted his teeth, unleashed his true energy, and condensed a fierce black true energy in his fists. He then slammed his fists into the chests of the two men. The force of his punches was extremely fierce, and the wind from his punches stung their skin. The power of his punches was immense!
Seeing this, the two remained extremely calm. They suddenly attacked, each unleashing a powerful strike that shattered Qi Gaofeng's fist imprint on the spot, sending him flying. Qi Gaofeng used this force to retreat rapidly, not wanting to engage in further combat with them.
The two deacons immediately noticed their attempt to stall for time and wait for rescue. Their faces darkened considerably. "Damn it! This guy is really cunning! He wants to buy time instead of fighting us to the death!"
"Hmph! This is nothing but a futile tactic! He'll be defeated if he keeps defending himself! I don't believe he can withstand our attacks forever!"
Having said that, the two transformed into a blood-red afterimage and charged fiercely towards Qi Gaofeng...
Meanwhile, Fan Junming was fighting against an extremely aloof butler Meng Jian. This man single-handedly brought Fan Junming to the brink of defeat, and the dark red longsword in his hand was extremely powerful.
Each move and sword strike sliced white marks into the void, with a faint sword intent contained within, demonstrating extremely powerful strength!
If Fan Junming hadn't come from a prestigious family, possessed an extremely exquisite swordsmanship, and had a very good weapon, Fan Junming would have been defeated in less than ten moves!
"Damn it! This guy's swordsmanship actually contains a hint of sword intent. This is troublesome!"
Fan Junming gritted his teeth, and with a surge of sharp silver true energy emanating from his silver longsword, he leaped into the air and slashed down fiercely, instantly creating a terrifying hundred-foot-long silver blade beam in the sky.
It fiercely attacked Meng Jian Disciple, and the void rippled and twisted slightly where it passed, its power extremely strong!
Seeing this, Meng Jian Disciple remained extremely calm. He only drew his longsword halfway out when a burst of dark red sword light suddenly ripped through the sky, instantly shattering the terrifying hundred-foot-long silver blade light in the sky. Faint bursts of dark red light appeared in the sky, its power extremely terrifying!
Fan Junming was immediately knocked back by the sword, a mouthful of blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. He looked at Meng Jian Disciple with horror, a sense of despair rising in his heart.
The three of them were in dire straits; they would likely be killed here within fifteen minutes. The situation was extremely critical!
Just then, a gentle breeze blew through the sky, slowly caressing the five Blood Demon Sect deacons. Meng Jian Disciple instantly felt the killing intent emanating from the breeze, his expression changed slightly, and he suddenly dodged.
He instantly dodged the terrifying breeze and appeared not far away, his gaze fixed solemnly on a grove of trees to the north, his eyes slightly narrowed.