Raise a sword!

Hu Fei was only at the fifth level of Qi Refining. Even though he looked murderous, Jiang Peng still found it difficult to feel threatened by him.

However, Jiang Peng did not subdue him, nor did he fight back. He simply swayed left and right, dodging Hu Fei's blade in an extremely dangerous manner.

Having dodged three or five of those broadsword slashes, Hu Fei's expression grew impatient.

"It's like a slippery eel!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his face flushed red, and then a mouthful of blood welled up in his throat, which he then spat onto the knife in his hand.

The power of the blood-stained blade immediately increased by 20%, and Hu Fei, who was wielding the blade, also became slightly stronger than before.

But that's all there is to it.

Jiang Peng did not retaliate, and instead focused most of her attention on the uninvited guests dressed in black and masked around her.

Most of the men in black were only at the early or middle stages of Qi Refining, except for two late-stage Qi Refining cultivators, one of whom was at the seventh level of Qi Refining. He was currently entangled with Liu Chuang and had the upper hand.

The other person is at the peak of Qi Refining.

The cultivator at the peak of Qi Refining never showed himself. It was only because Jiang Peng remained vigilant and secretly probed with her divine sense that she finally located him.

The reason Jiang Peng didn't make a move was because he was on guard against this person, and at the same time, he was secretly gathering strength.

After dodging Hu Fei's attacks once again, Jiang Peng narrowed her eyes slightly, a sense of foreboding rising in her heart.

Something's not right.

Just as Liu Qinghe said, this group of robber cultivators did indeed reveal something strange in every way.

This caravan was transporting ordinary goods, which were definitely not something that a peak Qi Refining expert would even look at.

What a joke.

Looking across the entire northern foothills, a cultivator at the peak of Qi Refining is already considered a figure of importance. Even if such a cultivator were to become a Tribulation Cultivator, they should be leading many subordinates and reaping the benefits of their achievements.

What kind of person would personally take action just to rob a caravan that doesn't offer much profit?

However, Jiang Peng didn't have much time to think.

As time went by, casualties began to appear among the caravan's guards, and the simple battle formations they had practiced became much less effective after the casualties occurred.

The cultivators were gaining momentum, and if we only look at the current situation, they had indeed gained a significant advantage.

"We can't delay any longer." Jiang Peng took a deep breath and finally looked up at Hu Fei opposite her.

Just then, Hu Fei slashed down again, so Jiang Peng took the opportunity to expose an opening and activated a low-grade first-level golden armor talisman, summoning a golden light to block in front of him.

clang--

With a crisp sound, Jiang Peng was sent flying backward, landing in the nearby forest.

Seeing this, Hu Fei's eyes showed a hint of doubt as he looked down at his blood-stained magic weapon, the greatsword.

"That last strike barely broke through the golden armor talisman's spiritual energy shield, so why did this person seem seriously injured and even let out a scream?"

Unable to figure it out after much thought, Hu Fei stopped thinking about it and randomly picked up a nearby masked cultivator, slashing at him with his sword.

...

In the mountains and forests, Jiang Peng concealed himself, held his breath, and slowly approached the location of the hidden Qi Refining Peak cultivator.

After walking forward for about several dozen feet, they could faintly hear voices coming from the dense forest ahead.

Jiang Peng hid in a bush and looked towards the direction of the sound. She saw two masked cultivators secretly observing the situation outside.

Jiang Peng was startled; he had only sensed the presence of one person previously.

"Just some small fish and shrimp, really boring!"

"Hey, don't say that... If we really attract Liu Qinghe's attention, it won't be something the two of us can handle."

"What are you saying? If we can't win, we can't even run away? If he doesn't come, how much longer will we have to go through this?"

"Hmph, who knows? It's not just the two of us who've come to the northern foothills... Never mind, let's catch the eavesdropping rat first."

The moment the words left his mouth, the two masked cultivators turned their heads almost simultaneously to look in the direction where Jiang Peng was hiding.

Their gazes pierced through the obstacles and met Jiang Peng's gaze.

"Hehe, he's at the eighth level of Qi Refining... I knew something had happened to the caravan, there should be some reaction."

"Good, that should do the job."

Two masked cultivators flew towards Jiang Peng one after the other. They were extremely fast, and their movements even created some afterimages, which seemed to be some kind of profound movement technique.

Moreover, their movements were exactly the same, and for a moment, Jiang Peng felt dizzy.

"One is at the peak of Qi Refining, and the other seems even stronger... Qi Refining Level 10?"

Realizing the enemy's strength, Jiang Peng turned and fled without hesitation, urging his Wind Chasing Boots on his feet and instantly covering a distance of over ten zhang.

To Jiang Peng's surprise, he thought his speed was already extremely fast at the Qi Refining level, but in the blink of an eye, he felt a gust of wind coming from behind him.

In a hasty glance back, he saw that the masked cultivator, who was suspected to be at the tenth level of Qi Refining and whom Jiang Peng had not detected before, had already arrived behind him, wielding two swords.

"Kid, where do you think you're going?"

Jiang Peng's pupils contracted sharply, realizing that her opponent excelled in speed and that she had no chance of shaking him off.

Jiang Peng paused, then made a clenching motion in the air with his right hand, and the Xuanyuan Sword in his sleeve shrunk to its normal size and landed in his palm.

At the same time, a first-grade high-quality golden armor talisman appeared in his left hand. After activating his spiritual power, a golden light shield rose around Jiang Peng.

Ding ding—

The enemy's two short swords fell one after the other, their fierce power shattering the golden shield in front of Jiang Peng.

At this moment, the two were only a few feet apart, and Jiang Peng could even see the mockery in the other's eyes.

"You seem confident of victory," Jiang Peng said expressionlessly.

Before the other party could respond, he released the golden armor talisman with his left hand, made a hand seal with one hand, and his aura suddenly became extremely fierce.

The masked cultivator opposite seemed to sense something, paused in his attack, and tried to dodge to the side, but his speed was no match for Jiang Peng's sword.

"go!"

Suddenly, flames erupted from the magic sword in Jiang Peng's hand, and the sharpness that had been gathering momentum for a long time transformed into a visible sword beam, which flew off the sword as it was swung down.

Swah——

The moment the sword fell, the mockery in the eyes of the masked cultivator was replaced by terror.

He used his incredible speed to narrowly avoid the terrifying sword light, but he was still a step too slow.

Half of the arm flew high into the air, the cut surface perfectly smooth.

"ah--"

The masked monk let out a scream.

Before he could make another move, Jiang Peng coldly swung his sword a second time.