But time waited for no one, and even though the woman rushed forward quickly, it could not stop their exchange.

Because she felt a strong sense of disobedience in Yang Peng's body, this feeling made her heart palpitate, which was not like him at all. And she can have a premonition that this confrontation is extremely dangerous.

But just when they were still thirty or forty zhang in the woman, the two had already begun to collide, and layer upon layer of qi ripples, with the two of them as the origin, spread outward.

The woman was affected by the ripples of Dao Qi, her figure retreated again and again, and finally stood firm on the wall behind her, looking at Yang Peng's back, her heart was very anxious, she wanted to take a step forward, but it was as difficult as climbing to the sky, because she was the cultivation of the fourth layer of the quenching body, and in the battle of the strong man in the Peiyuan Realm, she did not vomit blood on the spot and fell into a coma, she was already very powerful.

can only watch everything weakly, but she is not busy with anything, and her heart keeps shouting: "I am unwilling, unwilling、、、"

At this moment, in the dantian, the butterfly-shaped jade pendant seemed to be responding to her shout, exuding a brilliant green glow, and the green glow surged upward, turning into a stream of emerald energy, flowing into her limbs, nourishing her, nurturing her, and strengthening her.

At this time, the woman felt that she looked at Yang Peng's back with a smile on her face, and said softly: "Yang Peng, you wait for me!"

In the center of the battle, Yang Peng's eyes were blood-red, his face was full of madness and murder, and the face of the old man Jiang on the opposite side was full of surprise and desperation, and now he looked unusually old, and it seemed that he might die in the next moment.

Blood energy and black energy converge, entangled, and contended, just like a hungry tiger fighting, just to get the flesh on the other party's body to replenish itself.

Time passed slowly, both of them were a little in a state of being at the end of the strong crossbow, the Dao Qi ripples were not as strong as they were at the beginning, and the Dao Qi ripples were much lighter on the woman, coupled with the assistance of the butterfly-shaped jade pendant in her body, she was already able to move her body slowly and keep walking towards Yang Peng.

One-step, two-step, three-、、、

Moving forward again and again greatly increased the pressure on her body, but she clenched her teeth and tried to persevere, just for the person in front of her.

Old man Jiang squinted, looking at the woman who walked away from him, and a bad feeling arose in his heart, now he is about to run out of oil and run out of lights, if someone still comes to stir up the situation, waiting for him will definitely be death, and then the Jiang family will also perish, what is the world to talk about at that time.

In the blink of an eye, he looked at Yang Peng opposite, and saw that his whole body was bloody, and there was a pool of black blood under his feet, and on his chest, the sword mark kept bubbling outward.

His face was extremely pale, his blood-red eyes, and he was unusually cautious, and he couldn't help but tremble, and the hand holding the sword kept trembling.

Although the momentum of the ink-black long sword was weak, it was stronger than the blood-colored sword, and the ink-black long sword was directly at Yang Peng's throat.

The woman's speed was getting faster and faster, and she was not far from them, but when she saw the eyes of the old man Jiang, she didn't have the slightest fear, and looked at him angrily.

However, due to her line of sight, she couldn't see the ink-black long sword approaching Yang Peng's throat, and the heavier the uneasiness in her heart, the faster her forward speed became, and the more green the butterfly-shaped jade pendant in her body became.

Old man Jiang watched the tip of the sword slowly approaching Yang Peng's throat, the more excited he was in his heart, the long sword thrust forward, and the distance from his throat was only more than a foot.

But there was no trace of fear in Yang Peng's eyes, and the madness and killing intent in his eyes became more and more prevalent.

The tip of the sword slowly moved forward to his flesh, and scarlet blood flowed down the blade, dripping to the ground, splashing blood-red waves.

The woman finally reached the range of assistance, and the green light on her body flashed, moisturizing Yang Peng's body, as well as his vacant dantian, and the ink-black long sword stopped moving forward at this moment, staggering, and even had a tendency to regress.

Old man Jiang looked at all this in a daze, and was shocked in his heart: "This is so possible, what kind of power is this, it can do such a thing!?" He couldn't believe that there was such a power in the world-using his own strength to assist others, something that could not even happen in a dream, appeared in front of him.

If there was no woman's assistance, I am afraid that Yang Peng would be pierced through his throat by the tip of the ink-black sword in the next moment and killed on the spot, but the woman's sudden assistance turned the situation around.

At this moment, the blood-colored long sword was sharp, without too many obstacles, and with a "poof", the blood stained the sky, and Jiang Guan fell in a pool of blood.

The blood-colored long sword pointed directly at Jiang Guan's corpse, and wisps of black energy flowed down the tip of the sword into the orb above the sword body.