Raise a sword!

The moment Yang Laodao saw Jiang Peng, all he could think about was escaping.

It's not that he's timid or afraid of trouble.

Old Master Yang has made a name for himself in Chen Kingdom, so he must have some real skills... He has committed countless evils and has enemies all over the place, yet he can still live freely to this day, which speaks volumes.

The reason for fleeing was that Old Daoist Yang knew that since the Foundation Establishment cultivators of the Cangshan Sect had arrived, it was definitely not just that pretty boy alone.

Having spent many days wandering in the mountains, he had long since become separated from his companions. If he were stopped, he would immediately be attacked by the group.

Therefore, upon realizing that the situation was hopeless, Old Master Yang immediately chose to flee.

But even though he escaped quickly, Jiang Peng chased after him even faster.

Old Yang heard a loud bang behind him and, on high alert, glanced back.

In that one glance, Jiang Peng's figure crossed the nearly one hundred feet between them and appeared right in front of them.

"Is this the Gale Step?!"

Old Master Yang was shocked and hurriedly waved his whisk, causing strange ripples to surge in the air, blocking him from Jiang Peng.

Upon seeing this, Jiang Peng investigated further and discovered that the strange ripples seemed to be some kind of illusion. Due to the obstruction of the ripples, his divine sense was unable to lock onto Old Man Yang.

"Fellow Daoist, why be so aggressive? What's the point of risking your life for a few Qi Refining disciples?!" Old Daoist Yang pleaded as he fled, subtly threatening, "I'm not a useless fool without any means. Do you really want to force me to perish with you?"

"With my protective shield in place, you can simply say you lost them when you get back. Now that you have a way out, take it easy and avoid making things awkward for everyone."

Jiang Peng ignored Old Man Yang's advice, and with a flick of his sleeve, a sword light flew out, instantly piercing through the layers of ripples blocking his way.

Upon seeing this, Old Man Yang's expression hardened, and he turned and fled.

At the same time, he waved his whisk, seemingly intending to use his skills again during his escape.

To his surprise, the speed of the sword light far exceeded his expectations. Before he could make another move, he felt a sharp pain in the back of his neck and was covered in cold sweat.

Old Yang instinctively shrank his neck, his whole body twisting into a bizarre shape in mid-air.

It was this strange appearance that allowed Old Master Yang to narrowly avoid the sudden attack of the sword light.

Old Yang felt as if many of the hairs on the back of his neck had been cut off. He was shocked and his eyes hardened.

"Good lad, no matter how much I try to reason with him, he won't listen to reason and insists that this old Taoist priest use ruthless methods!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Old Yang made a hand seal with one hand. His cheeks puffed out, and then he exhaled a large cloud of dark red mist, which enveloped the surrounding mountains and forests.

Jiang Peng had just broken through the layers of ripples in front of her, which was the technique called the Wave Wind Shield that Old Yang had mentioned.

Just as he was about to launch another powerful attack with his sword, he found himself enveloped in the dark red mist.

The divine sense's exploration was blocked, and at the same time, there seemed to be some strange effect hidden in these mists.

"An aphrodisiac?" Jiang Peng's eyes were full of strangeness.

He even thought the other party was like the old demon Dan back then, capable of spewing poisonous mist.

So it's just an aphrodisiac?

Jiang Peng's gaze narrowed slightly, and with a wave of her hand, a burst of fire rose into the air.

The moment the blue flame appeared, the surrounding mist was indeed dispelled.

Seeing this, Jiang Peng didn't hesitate. With a thought, he directly gathered all the spiritual energy within a radius of more than ten feet around him and turned it into spiritual fire.

The next moment, a sea of ​​fire spread across the sky.

Instead of being a source of spiritual energy, Yang Laodao's mist transformed into fuel for the fire. The moment the sea of ​​fire spread, Yang Laodao himself was caught in the blast and screamed in agony.

"Ah—! Fellow Daoist, spare my life! Fellow Daoist, spare my life!"

Old Master Yang secretly groaned inwardly.

When it comes to magical combat, he considers himself to have some ruthless methods, but he is most afraid of two types of people.

One type is the fire spirit root cultivator, whose Joyful Bewitching Technique is most afraid of spirit fire, and many of his other techniques are also restrained by spirit fire.

Another type is an opponent known for their speed.

Old Master Yang's movements were unpredictable, but in terms of speed, he wasn't actually that fast.

As luck would have it, this pretty boy in front of me matched both descriptions.

Old Daoist Yang inwardly groaned, quickly suppressing the burning spiritual fire on his body. He swallowed a healing pill, and his whisk suddenly extended, whipping up gusts of wind in mid-air in an attempt to block the spiritual fire's invasion.

In an instant, it was as if a fire dragon was swirling around Old Man Yang, and the surrounding mountains and forests were also ignited by the splashed flames, which quickly caused the fire dragon to burn the mountains.

In just a few breaths, the mountains and forests in front of Jiang Peng were filled with thick smoke and flames.

"Setting fire to the mountain is a death sentence," Jiang Peng suddenly muttered.

Unexpectedly, the old Taoist priest Yang had extremely sharp ears, and upon hearing this, he angrily retorted, "It was clearly you who set the fire!"

"Your opinion doesn't count." Jiang Peng turned her gaze, made a hand seal with her left hand, and pointed it towards the back of Old Man Yang.

In an instant, the Xuanyuan Sword plunged into the fire tornado, transforming the towering pillar of fire into part of its own sword energy, directly piercing through the protective shield formed by Old Master Yang's whisk.

Swah——

In a panic, Master Yang tried to activate his spiritual power to protect himself, but the Xuanyuan Sword was too fast, and his whisk shield broke too quickly.

He was a beat too slow.

However, it was this brief delay that caused Yang Laodao to find an obstacle within his body when he tried to activate the surrounding spiritual energy again.

He subconsciously looked down and saw a magic sword piercing through his chest; from the front, only the black hilt was visible.

My life force was rapidly draining away, and then I heard another explosion.

Old Master Yang then saw a hand with long, slender fingers and distinct knuckles approach and grasp the black hilt of the sword.

"How...how do you know about the Gale Step, you slovenly Taoist..."

"How could that scoundrel from the Cangshan Sect know the art of sword control..."

Old Yang's voice was broken and intermittent.

This encounter, though complex in theory, was actually fought in the blink of an eye.

Old Master Yang felt extremely unlucky, as all his methods were precisely countered by the other party.

Jiang Peng did not respond, but her hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and the sharp sword light raged in Yang Laodao's body, completely severing his last breath.

Afterwards, Jiang Peng collected the magical artifacts and storage bag from Yang Laodao's body, and then burned his corpse to ashes with a ball of spiritual fire.

After doing all this, Jiang Peng used her spiritual energy to stir up the water in the surrounding streams until the nearby mountain fire was completely extinguished, thus finishing the job.

In a flash, he used the Gale Step to return to Lan Yingying's side.

But Lan Yingying's eyes seemed to be shining, and her face was flushed unnaturally.

"Young Master Jiang, what about that old Taoist priest Yang?"

"I originally wanted to capture him alive to avenge you, but this man is cunning and evil, so it's better to kill him."

Jiang Peng had barely finished replying when she saw Lan Yingying lean in, grab her arm, and pull her towards a certain direction in the forest.

"Where to?"

There's a cave over there.

Jiang Peng's eyes widened, and she instinctively shrank her neck like a thief, lowering her voice.

"Are you crazy? Your senior sister is still here!"

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