Raise a sword!

Jiang Peng's second sword strike was even faster than his first.

Even as the second sword strike landed, afterimages appeared on the magic sword in his hand, and a third sword light appeared again.

In an instant, streaks of sword light pierced through the masked cultivator. After a pause of about half a breath, his body exploded into pieces, turning into neatly severed fragments of flesh that fell to the ground.

It all sounds like a long story, but it all happened in the blink of an eye.

The first masked cultivator had already been killed when the one who was slightly slower arrived.

His face was full of astonishment. He frantically tried to stop himself, but because he was chasing too fast, he eventually stumbled forward two steps due to inertia before stopping.

By then it was too late for him to turn around and run away, because Jiang Peng's sword was already pointed at him.

"You...you have such abilities, why are you running away?" the remaining masked monks cried out in terror.

"I don't know your strengths and weaknesses, so it's always better to be cautious," Jiang Peng said. "I'm only at the eighth level of Qi Refining. Although I consider myself to have some fighting skills, there are always people stronger than you..."

"How much fighting skill do you possess? Do you even know who you just killed?"

"Who?"

"Third place on the bronze plaque from Feiyan Tower!"

"What do you mean?" Jiang Peng was taken aback.

The masked cultivator was also taken aback. He hadn't expected that there would be someone in the Southern Mountain Region who didn't know about the Flying Swallow Pavilion.

However, the masked monk did not explain anything.

After realizing he couldn't escape, he took out a pair of swords from his storage bag and attacked Jiang Peng just like the previous man.

Seeing this, Jiang Peng calmly activated another Golden Armor Talisman, while simultaneously loosening his grip on the sword and forming a hand seal to control the sword remotely.

After fighting for a while, the masked cultivator realized that he had not been killed by the flying sword. He exclaimed in surprise, "Huh? So he was gathering strength to nourish his sword. He's quite cunning. Poor Third Brother, he's been caught off guard."

After realizing that Jiang Peng's previous ruthless methods were just a flash in the pan, the masked cultivator breathed a sigh of relief.

He lightly stepped forward, his figure once again turning into a blur, and quickly retreated several feet away, squinting slightly as he sized up Jiang Peng.

Seeing this, Jiang Peng did not pursue further. She gripped her sword again and faced off against her opponent with a blank expression.

"From what I overheard you two talking earlier, you were planning to deal with Liu Qinghe, the newly promoted Foundation Establishment cultivator from the Cangshan Sect?"

The masked cultivator sneered, offering no reply, but instead asked, "Boy, dare you leave your name?"

"Your father."

"Heh." The masked cultivator, unperturbed by the words, turned and fled, his voice carrying far away, "You're not a disciple of the Jade Pavilion Sword Pavilion, yet you know the methods of nurturing and controlling swords. Do you think your identity is so hard to verify?"

"Boy, you'll get your comeuppance for what happened today. Just you wait!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the masked cultivator disappeared into the dense forest.

Seeing this, Jiang Peng did not make another move.

The opponent was extremely fast and determined to leave, making it difficult for Jiang Peng to catch up.

Jiang Peng then went to the corpse of the person he had killed earlier, searched it briefly, took the person's storage bag, and then used his spiritual fire to destroy the body and eliminate all traces.

The fighting in the mountains did not affect the situation outside.

At this point, Liu Chuang was at his last gasp.

Liu Chuang was only at the sixth level of Qi Refining, and his skills were all above demon hunting. In the end, he was still somewhat powerless to deal with an enemy at the seventh level of Qi Refining on his own.

bang——

Liu Chuang was kicked away by the other party and spat out a mouthful of blood.

As he fell to the ground, his opponent had already caught up and was about to strike with his twin swords.

This scene filled Liu Chuang's eyes with despair.

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"Hiss, I thought it was just a normal business trip, but I never expected it would lead to my death."

Just then, a sword light appeared in front of Liu Chuang.

clang--

With a crisp sound, the sword light forced the enemy's twin blades back.

Liu Chuang's eyes widened as he saw a guard blocking his way. With a few casual swings of his magic sword, the guard forced the unmatched cultivator to retreat repeatedly.

At the same time, the late-stage Qi Refining cultivator's expression changed, and he shouted into the forest, "This is troublesome! Where is Third Brother?"

Jiang Peng sneered, "Your third brother probably doesn't have time to reply to you."

The cultivator before them also wielded dual swords, and his movement technique was exactly the same as that of the two masked men from before.

These people must all be from that so-called Flying Swallow Tower.

Why would they need three late-stage Qi Refining cultivators to escort an ordinary caravan? So they clearly had some ulterior motive.

Jiang Peng became somewhat curious.

He tricked and killed the person at the tenth level of Qi Refining, while the person at the peak of Qi Refining escaped.

Jiang Peng decided to spare the seventh level of Qi Refining before him, so he slightly reduced the power of his sword strike.

Even so, his sword's edge was not something a seventh-level Qi Refining cultivator could withstand.

With just a few sword strikes, Jiang Peng severed one of his opponent's arms.

The masked robber still wanted to escape, but although his movement technique was good, his speed was far inferior to the two people in the forest. Jiang Peng only dodged and moved twice before blocking his way.

"You can't escape. Surrendering might give you a sliver of hope."

Despair flickered in the masked cultivator's eyes, but he said nothing and simply stood there quietly.

Two breaths passed, and Jiang Peng suddenly realized something was wrong and quickly moved closer.

But just as Jiang Peng approached, the other person's face was covered in purplish-blue bruises, and his veins were bulging, as if he was in great pain.

"He took poison?" Jiang Peng asked in surprise.

A few breaths later, the masked cultivator's body fell to the ground, and there was no more movement.

Jiang Peng frowned deeply, a sense of unease rising in her heart.

A late-stage Qi Refining cultivator, seeing no hope of escape, committed suicide by poisoning himself.

This is clearly the behavior of suicide bombers.

But in the northern foothills, what force could possibly use a late-stage Qi Refining cultivator as a suicide soldier? Let alone the northern foothills, even in the entire Southern Mountain Region, such a practice is far too extravagant.

"It seems that this Flying Swallow Tower is more complex than I imagined."

At the same time, Liu Chuang, who was behind her, also came to Jiang Peng's side.

"Thank you so much, Brother Jiang, for saving my life."

Jiang Peng turned around and looked Liu Chuang over. After confirming that the other party's injuries were not too serious, she nodded and said, "We'll talk about it later."

With Jiang Peng in charge, the remaining cultivators were all turned into corpses in less than a quarter of an hour.

It wasn't that Jiang Peng was ruthless, but rather that when these cultivators saw the situation was unfavorable and had no hope of escape, some died under Jiang Peng's sword, while others committed suicide by poisoning themselves.

...

At dawn, Liu Chuang, having finished dealing with the scene, found Jiang Peng, who was recuperating.

After hearing the reason why Jiang Peng was there, Liu Chuang's face was full of regret.

"If I had known that the mutual aid society's shops would be in such trouble, I would never have agreed to do business with them... If it weren't for Brother Jiang, I'm afraid I would have died here."

Jiang Peng exchanged a few polite words before turning his attention to the Flying Swallow Tower.

When Feiyan Tower was mentioned, Liu Chuang's expression darkened further.

"No wonder these cultivators' methods looked familiar. Flying Swallow Tower, this is a big problem."