"Little Changkong?"
Ji Ziling and Ying Yanxue were stunned. They had never expected Jiang Changkong to come.
Jiang Changkong was Pang Yun's big brother?
"Jiang Changkong?"
Fang Lin and the others were utterly bewildered. The one who had saved them just now was Jiang Changkong?
Pang Yun stood dumbfounded. His big brother was Jiang Changkong?
Hadn't they said he was at the mid Star Sea Level?
"You're courting death!"
Killing intent flickered in Wang Peng's eyes. With a stamp of his foot, he transformed into a streak of golden light, sharp sword qi rushing toward Jiang Changkong to kill him.
Buzz
But just as he took one step, killing intent suddenly struck from behind. The blade radiance that had blocked his sword qi appeared again, now blazing with rolling flames.
He hurriedly turned back, raising his sharp sword qi to block the swift blade.
But the blade was too fast—so fast that he could catch only the faintest trace of it.
Clang!
By the narrowest margin, his longsword struck the blade's edge. The long blade whirled through the air, sweeping and circling.
"A rather unusual blade-controlling technique. Hand it over later, and I can let you keep all four limbs intact."
Wang Peng snorted coldly. His left hand formed a sword finger, and sword qi shot out in all directions, transforming into countless streams that enveloped the long blade.
"What a pity."
Jiang Changkong sighed softly. One strike should have been enough to kill him, but the weapon's quality was too poor.
It could not withstand much of his power, allowing the blade of fleeting brilliance to leave behind a trace that could be caught.
Had he been using a fourth-grade blade, this man would already have been a corpse.
After blocking the long blade with his sword qi, Wang