To everyone's surprise, as soon as they fought, Chen Xiner used her killing move — —

"Phoenix Soaring Slaughter!"

Flames soared to the sky!

Accompanying this long roar was the shadow of Li Tongtian's ferocious fist.

A silver white shadow of a fist, accompanied with waves of fierce Qi, shook the air, and struck towards Chen Xiner!

At the same time, the remaining sandbandit s took the initiative to disperse from all directions, forming a circle that completely sealed off Chen Xiner's escape route!

When a few sandbandit saw their Vice Leader Li Tongtian take action, their eyes revealed an expression as if the battle was about to end.

Li Tongtian had completely relied on his own strength to become the vice leader of the sandbandit.

His Celestial Fist was incomparably brutal. An ordinary martial artist at the eighth level of the Martial Dao was unrivalled.

Needless to say, Chen Xiner, who was in front of him, only had Sixth Stage of the Martial Dao cultivation.

"This girl's strength isn't bad. But since the vice leader has come out, she should be defeated!"

The rest of the sandbandit s, Rolande, looked at Chen Xiner and laughed coldly.

At most three moves, the vice leader would be able to take this girl down.

"Dang, dang, dang!"

Fist and sword intersected.

Although Chen Xiner had used her sword to block Li Tongtian's fist, the force of the rebound that came from the sword still caused her arm to feel numb, and her vital energy and blood to surge.

At the same time, Chen Xiner could also feel the pressure from the bandit in front of him.

His fists were filled with a strong killing intent.

The nearby enemies had all moved in unison, closing in from both sides.

There was no retreat!

"Let go!"

Just as Chen Xiner was thinking, Li Tongtian seized the chance.

The fist shadows flew about like the crashing waves of the ocean.

"Bam!"

A fist smashed out, directly blowing away the long sword in Chen Xiner's hand.

"Clank, clank ~ ~ ~"

The longsword fell to the ground.

Chen Xiner was completely at a disadvantage!

In another corner of the valley.

The sandbandit s who were forced into a desperate strait by Xiahou Zhan saw that the situation had gone awry, and went all out with their lives.

They took out a red pill from their bosom and quickly swallowed it.

In an instant, a faint layer of blood-red light appeared on their bodies.

This blood colored light carried with it an evil aura, causing the cultivation of these sandbandit s to instantly rise from the peak of the fifth stage of the martial path to the peak of the Sixth Stage of the Martial Dao.

"Kill!"

Accompanied by a mournful roar, the few of them seemed to have lost all sense of reason and pounced towards Xiahou Zhan crazily.

"Insane Demon Pill?!"

From the state of these sandbandit s, Xiahou Zhan instantly understood that the pellet they had just consumed was an evil medicine called the "Insane Demon Pill".

This pill caused the cultivation of the person who consumed it to increase by leaps and bounds.

However, the side effects were also great. In the following two hours, he completely lost all reason and became a demon that killed people.

It was all thanks to luck that he could regain his sanity in two hours.

It could be said that if it wasn't a desperate situation, no one would consume this kind of pill.

"Looks like I need to expend more effort …"

Xiahou Zhan turned and rushed into the crowd of sandbandit.

"Puchi!"

's strike had pierced into the leather armor of one of the sandbandit s, and directly blasted a hole into their chest.

Fresh blood splattered all over his clothes as he punched out, killing in an instant.

Xiahou Zhan moved like lightning, his fist like a shooting star.

In the blink of an eye, another two lives had fallen.

However, the sandbandit s who consumed the Insane Demon Pills did not know what fear was. Instead, they were triggered by the bloody qi of their comrades' deaths, becoming even more berserk.

On the battlefield, although there were only a few people, the smell of blood was getting thicker and thicker.

Blood was everywhere in the valley, along with limbs and broken limbs.

This was the true battle.

Saber lights and blood shadows weren't necessarily strong. One would definitely be able to survive until the very end.

If he hesitated for even a second, it was very likely that he would die on the spot without a single shred of luck.

Xiahou Zhan, this was not the first time he had killed someone.

However, this was the first time in his life that he was fighting with someone like this.

At first, he was still a little unaccustomed to it.

But when a sandbandit was about to die and the long blade in his hand almost cut his throat, his uneasiness completely disappeared.

The only thing left was to punch out viciously, hitting the enemy's vitals, and then retreating.

Soon enough, the lives of the sandbandit s disappeared before his eyes. Xiahou Zhan also felt that his fist art was much more refined and effective.

He was like a reaper, killing someone with every punch.

Finally, when Xiahou Zhan blasted the sandbandit in front of him again, the entire valley quietened down.

Seven incomplete corpses lay around him.

"Is it finally over …"

Taking a deep breath, Xiahou Zhan finally had the energy to check his injuries.

There were wounds on his hands, legs, shoulders, neck, chest, and back.

Fortunately, he had cultivated to the Seventh Stage of the Martial Dao long ago, so his physical body's recovery rate was extremely strong. The wounds on his body could be immediately healed without the need for any medicine.

Otherwise, his blood would have flowed during the battle.

After recovering for a while, Xiahou Zhan started to walk in the direction of the valley entrance.

"I hope that Chen Yu and the others can also defeat their respective opponents …"

At the mouth of the valley.

Flames shot up into the sky.

The moment Chen Yu released "Fire Cloud Killing Strike", sounds of explosions could be heard all around him, and the faint cry of a dragon could be heard.

"To be able to produce such a strong punch just with Seventh Stage of the Martial Dao, no wonder you have the guts to challenge me!"

Facing Chen Yu's attack, a serious expression emerged within Sha Wu's eyes.

On top of the "White Dragon", his body sat straight up, the muscles on his arms stretched out, and his pair of iron fists were like the roar of a ferocious beast as they welcomed Chen Yu!

"Boom!"

Accompanied by a loud sound.

Chen Yu, Shawu's fist collided with's.

With the two of them at the center, sand and dirt flew into the air and formed a giant crater in the desert.

As the sand flew in the air, Sha Wu was actually shaken down directly by Chen Yu from the "White Dragon".

Chen Yu was also forced dozens of steps back by Sha Wu's punch.

In this strike, Chen Yu of Seventh Stage of the Martial Dao was actually able to compete evenly with Sha Wu of Ninth Stage of the Martial Dao!

"It's indeed not easy to deal with an eighth level martial artist!"

With a single punch, Chen Yu roughly understood his opponent's strength.

The confrontation earlier seemed to have been a draw.

However, Chen Yu had used his full strength, while his opponent had only used a casual strike.