Chapter Eighty-Seven: Old Man Jiang
In the Jiang family's mansion, an old ** but not friendly voice came: "With such cultivation strength at a young age, the son of Tianjiao is no better than this!"
Hearing this, the leader was shocked in his heart: The old man Jiang who lived in the backyard actually went out of the mountain, is it possible? Isn't it said that the Jiang family cannot appear when it is not in the realm of life and death?
Immediately, he glanced at Yang Peng, his aura was outgoing, his momentum was amazing, and he seemed to understand something, and he glanced at the fifth brother lying on the ground sadly, and sighed: What kind of evil did we create, and we ran into this evil starใใใ
And Yang Pengzhi glanced coldly at the Jiang family's mansion, only to see a group of black-robed monks surrounded, a white-haired old man, the old face full of folds was full of smiles, there were only a few black teeth on the bare gums, and the black-robed monks around him, the black robes were tightly wrapped, and the scarlet eyes could only be seen through a gap in the mask.
Seeing Yang Peng's eyes, the old man was not angry at all, but the smile on his face became brighter and brighter, and he let out a strange laugh: "Haha, the young man is too good for my taste, the Jiang family is a good realm, what do you look like?" Hahaใใใ His eyes just glanced at the corpse under Yang Peng.
Looking at this old man, Yang Peng felt only disgusted, but the blood-colored sword in his hand began to tremble slightly, as if he was excited!
The blood-colored energy of the sword body was transmitted to his body through the hilt of the sword, which actually made him a little bloody and murderous.
This is the first time in history, and I don't know the reason, the killing intent in his heart is difficult to suppress, and now he just wants to slaughter all living beings!
The leader took the lead, feeling the killing intent of the person next to him, his heart and body trembled, and he moved his steps and slowly left.
When Old Man Jiang walked to the gate, he looked at Yang Peng's changes, and a kind of fear quietly rose, and he exclaimed in his heart: This is possible! Although his cultivation is unimaginable, he is obviously only on the second layer of Peiyuan, and he has just broken through the fourth layer of Peiyuan, so he has the confidence to destroy Longhu Village, obtain Beili City, and even replace Zhongliใใใ
But this kid in front of him, what's going on! Such a majestic murderous aura, obviously he is still so young, how is it possible?" The smile on his face gradually became cold, and his heart moved, and several black-clothed people around him rushed towards Yang Peng like ghosts, and the cold dagger in his hand looked extremely dazzling under the light of the early morning sun.
Yang Peng's pupils were slightly red, not because of the "Nine Yang Decision", but because the killing intent slightly stained his eyes, looking at the black-robed man rushing towards him, the red energy on the blood-colored sword converged, and he just waved it forward gently.
A blood-colored silk thread appeared on their necks, the head fell to the ground, but the body couldn't stop flying forward, and with a few "bang" sounds, several headless corpses were stacked in front of Yang Peng, which was extremely weird.
I saw that a familiar figure appeared behind the old man Jiang, he was in a cold sweat, his lips were white, and his feet kept swinging, it was their sixth brother, he went back to report the news, fortunately, he went back to report the news, otherwise the fate would be ใใใ
Looking at the leading brother with the same expression as himself, his footsteps kept moving backwards, and he couldn't tell what it was like this, the big brother in the past was majestic, but now it is. He slowly stepped back, trying to escape the place, but he didn't take a few steps back.
Suddenly, a cold voice came: "Waste, where do you want to go!" Old man Jiang turned his head, his eyes were cold and ruthless, this was not looking at a person at all, but like looking at a disposable garbage.
His voice trembled, and he hurriedly said, "No, no, I'm not!"
When Old Man Jiang saw Yang Peng's methods, he really felt that he was scared. But looking at his performance like this, a smile appeared on his face, and with a backhand grab, the white Dao qi was released, and a trace of black silk thread could be seen in it, floating in it.
The sixth brother hung in the air, his face turned red, his hands clutched his neck tightly, the black silk threads followed the Dao Qi, from his mouth into his body, the brain became chaotic and blank, all thoughts drifted away, only a body remained, but in the brain instead of black silk threads, manipulating his nerves.
Slowly landed, his eyes were blood-red, his face was pale, without a trace of expression, he just stood in place in a daze, and the old man Jiang smiled with satisfaction, looking at his "masterpiece" proudly.
Suddenly, he felt a chill on his neck, his body fell backwards violently, came to the Jiang family's mansion, stretched out his index finger to wipe his neck, a hot feeling came from his fingers, looking at the red blood on his hand, slowly stretched out his tongue, and licked it.
It's a sweet taste! a suffocating taste!
His eyes were fiery, he looked at the blood-colored sword in Yang Peng's hand, licked his lips with the tip of his thin tongue, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva fiercely.