Chapter Ninety-Two: A Sword for Life

The blades collided with each other, and a sharp sound fluttered in the sky.

Old man Jiang held the ink-black long sword on top, and Yang Peng held the blood-colored long sword on the bottom.

And a trace of surprise appeared on Old Man Jiang's face, and without hesitation, the Dao Qi on his body surged again, and the Dao Qi was released, and one of the wisps of black energy flowed towards the sword body.

The black light above the sword body rose sharply. Yang Peng was also under great pressure at this moment, his hands trembled slightly, and the expression on his face was very difficult.

But he didn't dare to use the power of the blood-colored sword, although he had little memory of what happened at the gate of the Jiang family's mansion, but he sensed that a force was too terrifying for him to control.

With a loud roar, Yang Peng burst out with all the Dao Qi on his body, but after all, he couldn't defeat Old Man Jiang, and after holding on for a while, the blood-colored sword body slanted, and the ink-black long sword fell down his chest.

Looking down, the black robe was soaked with blood, and a blood-colored ravine appeared, and even white bones could be seen in it, but only a little bit of Dao Qi wrapped the wound on his chest, and then he raised the long sword in his hand again.

Because Old Man Jiang will not let go of this good opportunity, his footsteps are linked, Yang Peng runs quickly, the two swords intersect, you advance and I retreat, I advance and you retreat.

The sound was endless, Yang Peng's body moved, and he retreated more than twenty zhang, at this moment he was panting, the wound on his chest was constantly cracking, and with continuous consumption, he was now at the end of the crossbow.

Old man Jiang was also panting, and he could see through a few sword marks on his clothes, a few shallow wounds, but this was almost no harm for a monk in Peiyuan Realm, he looked down, looked up at Yang Peng and said, "Boy, I am really surprised that you can do this step, but 、、、"

As soon as his voice stopped, he showed a sad smile: "But today you will die!"

With a strange laugh, the only remaining Dao Qi on his body was activated, and the black mangs of the ink-black long sword flashed again, making a killing blow!

The pressure on his body soared, and his body was restricted, Yang Peng looked at the smile on his face, took a deep breath, and no longer took care of his own situation, and looked around the Jiang family for a week.

But when he thought of Zhong Lihao and the murderer of Long Lao, the murderous aura in his heart surged, he didn't care about anything anymore, at the moment of life and death, he couldn't afford to worry about it anymore, the energy of the blood-colored sword poured into his body, his pupils became blood-red again, and a cold murderous aura burst out from his body.

Old man Jiang's body trembled, this murderous aura made him fall into an ice cave, but he had no room to turn back, so he could only fight everything and fight.

He was slowly accumulating strength, feeling that the Dao Qi of the dantian had been exhausted, but looking at Yang Peng's momentum, he gritted his teeth fiercely.

The savings were not interrupted, and the Dao Qi of the dantian was still empty, but the sparse white hair on his head was slowly falling, the skin on his face became loose, and a series of aging changes made the atmosphere strange and anxious.

When the Dao Qi is exhausted, he can only use his life force to maintain it, this is a kind of evil art, although it can bring great benefits to the future, but for a person who has half a foot in the coffin, what does it mean, how much determination does it take?

Go without saying.

During this time, Yang Peng's eyes were red, almost all reason had disappeared, and the blood-colored sword in his hand emitted a strange and terrifying light.

Suddenly, a Miaoman figure appeared behind Yang Peng, only his back in her eyes, dressed in a black robe, erect, and her lips trembled slightly, just as she was about to shout.

His figure sped forward.

The word "no!" came out of her mouth, so faint and useless.