The Demon Peng seemed to realize that it couldn't shake off this sword, letting out a sharp sound, and the two beams of light in the sky collided, exploding into a blinding flash, and only then did the sword and the Demon Peng separate.
The Demon Peng was knocked flying, then stood in the air, while the sword was also pushed back, hovering in the night sky.
In the distance, a figure transformed into a sword, bathed in sword light, illuminating its body.
All the people around and on the battlefield focused their gaze on the approaching figure.
The figure's long black hair was unbound, moving with the wind, each strand of black hair like a sharp sword.
Their eyes were deep and dark, as if hiding swords within, and their eyebrows were curved and slender, exuding a sharp feeling.
Li Mountain, Great Sword Cultivator!
A thought arose in the minds of everyone, and the cultivators on the battlefield guessed the identity of the newcomer.
