With Lu Chaoyang shouting, everyone took out their soldiers and rushed towards the blood slaves.

As the mortal enemy of the Hidden Immortal Sect, the blood slave refined by the Blood Domain Demon Sect is no longer a mysterious existence in the eyes of everyone.

This kind of thing that people are not ghosts and ghosts is refined by the Eighth Tai Sui of the Blood Domain Demon Sect.

It is said that to refine a blood slave, you need to soak the body of a living person in the blood altar, be eroded by blood poison day and night, and finally, put together the stumps and broken arms that have not yet been corrupted by blood poison, so that you can become a blood slave, which can be described as extremely ruthless.

The strength of the blood slave is affected by the level of the cultivation of the body itself, generally speaking, the people who can be caught refining the blood slave are either the disciples of the Blood Domain Demon Sect who have violated the rules of the sect, or the righteous path and the people who have been arrested, this cultivation is not high, so when Jiang Fan and the others saw the blood slave, they were not afraid at all, and rushed forward with a roar.

But everyone's understanding of the blood slave is only passed on by word of mouth from the elders, and this is the first time that they have actually fought with it.

Everyone shouted one by one, and the weapons in their hands slashed at the body of the blood slave, but even if it was Lu Chaoyang, a master of the Bone Forging Realm, a sword stabbed down, it was only a small wound on the epidermis of the blood slave's body.

What's worse is that the black blood splashed from this wound made a sizzling sound when it landed on the sword, and after a while, a few more black spots came out on Lu Chaoyang's silver dangling sword.

"Grandma, this Feiyun Sword Lao Tzu spent a thousand contribution points to redeem it, can you afford to pay for it?"

Seeing that the sword body was eroded by blood poison, Lu Chaoyang couldn't help but jump to his feet and scold, but in response to him, only the fierce fist wind of the blood slave and the roar like a beast were answered.

On the other hand, Zhu Huifeng also ran into big trouble. In the face of the blood slave, he immediately entered the realm of sword gall, but that fierce momentum could not affect the blood slave in the slightest.

Zhu Huifeng didn't want to die, but the blood slave was even more fearless, only to see the sledgehammer in his hand knock the blood slave away again and again, and the blood slave got up from the ground again and again and rushed towards him.

What's more, these blood slaves have no spiritual power, and the strength of their flesh and blood is comparable to that of a demonic beast, and the huge shock made Zhu Huifeng's tiger's mouth sour for a while, and the double hammer dance became slower and slower.

With the cooperation of the two, the Chu family brothers were able to gain the upper hand against the three blood slaves, but they were never able to find a way to stop these tireless guys.

The fire of war that had just ignited in everyone's hearts was half extinguished at once.

"It's not a way to go on like this! You have to find weaknesses, weaknesses!" Jiang Fan saw all this in his eyes and said with a bite.

The others are okay, they are just a little tired, but because Jiang Fan has no weapons to take advantage of, he can only use the terrifying physical power to compete with the blood slaves, and while attacking, he must also be careful not to be splashed by the blood poison.

"Qin Chuan, come with me!"

Jiang Fan shouted, with a hard foot, he deftly turned behind a blood slave between swinging his fists, he didn't care much, pulled the arms of the blood slave with both hands, and locked it firmly behind his back.

When Qin Chuan heard Jiang Fan calling him, he kicked and flew the blood slave who was entangled, took a step across, and the big knife slashed at the neck of the blood slave with a little coldness.

With a pop, a head flew up and landed aside.

Just when Jiang Fan breathed a sigh of relief, he was shocked to find that the headless blood slave began to struggle frantically again, got rid of Jiang Fan's restraints, and smashed at him with a fierce punch.

"Jiang Fan!"

In the exclamation of several people, Jiang Fan flew out a few meters away, a mouthful of blood sprayed in the air, he felt that all his internal organs were twisted together, and the huge pain made him almost faint to death.

Jiang Fan gritted his teeth, stabilized his body and stood up. He quenched the blood foam in his mouth and said viciously: "I'm fine, everyone be careful, this thing will hurt when touched, it's too strong!"

As he spoke, he moved his muscles and bones, and with a loud shout, he rushed towards the headless blood slave.

"It's useless, Lao Tzu's blood slave is controlled by the blood poison in his body, and whether it is a head or a spittoon on his neck is the same for them!"

The same voice from earlier came faintly from the woods, and it seemed to carry a hint of mockery.

"Don't dare to see people's things, wait for grandpa and I will clean up these blood slaves, and then come to you!"

Lu Chaoyang put cruel words in his mouth, blue light burst on his right arm, and a spiritual energy poured into the sword in his hand along his right arm, he took a deep breath, his wrist tightened, and the blade of the sword stabbed forward like lightning.

"Take my Burning Sky Sword!"

A sword stabbed out, and the sword wind swept up the dead leaves of the grass and trees around Lu Chaoyang, and the flames made by the aura instantly burned it clean. Far away, Jiang Fan could feel the terrifying temperature on Lu Chaoyang's sword.

The tip of the sword had not yet touched the blood slave, and the metal used to connect the limbs of the blood slave had been burned red, and the blood poison had also turned into a gray mist in this high temperature.

In the next second, like a knife cutting tofu, the blade of the sword pierced the shoulder of the blood slave, and one arm was picked out, and the terrible wound on the shoulder, the black blood poison sprayed and churned like boiling magma.

"This thing is afraid of high temperatures, Lu Chaoyang, you continue to burn him!"

Jiang Fan shouted when he saw this, but he almost made Lu Chaoyang half angry.

"Burn him? You said lightly, do you think I don't consume spiritual energy with a sword that burns the sky?"

Lu Chaoyang muttered in his heart, but he still rushed forward with his sword.

Zhu Huifeng, who was on the side, also withdrew and retreated to the side of Chu Wuchen's brothers, helping them resist a few blood slaves.

"Qin Chuan, you follow me!"

Jiang Fan saw that Lu Chaoyang hit his head, turned around and called Qin Chuan, and then directly carried the no-return fist and rushed forward.

Jiang Fan had tried it before, whether it was spiritual healing or the battle world, it was useless for a puppet like the blood slave who had no aura and was a life-like body, what he could do now was to rely on brute force to cooperate with Qin Chuan to dismantle the blood slave.

But when Jiang Fan used the No Return Fist Technique, and his blood began to surge, those blood slaves had some changes.

Jiang Fan faintly felt that those blood slaves didn't seem to be as attracted to him, and began to approach him uncontrollably, if it weren't for the entanglement of a few people, these blood slaves would appear by Jiang Fan's side in the next second.

"Senior Brother Jiang, what's the situation?Why did these blood slaves fall in love with you?" Zhu Huifeng had to knock out the blood slaves with a hammer just now, and now he had to knock them back with a hammer, he was puzzled and asked loudly.

"If you can talk, you will publish a book!" Jiang Fan trembled at the corner of his mouth, dropped such a sentence, and then waved his fists and rushed towards the blood slave.

"When I use the No Return Fist Method, the power of my own qi and blood will affect the flow of other people's qi and blood, and this blood slave is also affected, and it seems that it is more affected than ordinary people!"

Jiang Fan still knew something about his exercises, and he figured out the problem in a moment, and immediately put his mind at ease and threw a punch at the headless blood slave.

"You are so greedy for Lao Tzu's body, see that I don't dismantle you!"