Peerless Conceited God

The old man flew into the air, thrusting towards the blood-red light. The sharp tip of the spear stabbed into the bloody light. It paused for a moment before both the old man and the spear were sent flying by the bloody light.

Wang Lin spat out a mouthful of blood. The tip of the spear was broken from the attack just now. A spiritual item couldn't even withstand one blow. Could it be that the one in his hand was also a celestial item?

Tang Xiaohu snorted, his sword cut open the spear's body, and with a bang, the two halves that flew out pierced a big hole in the rock and tree.

More than a sword?

It was too late. It was too soon!

With a flick of his wrist, he withdrew the sword. At the same time, he raised both of his hands, and many afterimages appeared. His hands quickly formed seals in front of his chest.

With him as the center, the white frost spread outwards.

The elder widened his eyes in disbelief as he said, "Ice Art, just who are you?!" In the entire China, there were only a handful of people who could cast spells, and it was unimaginable for such powerful ice techniques.

The old man was scared, his face full of fear. He knew he had offended someone he shouldn't have.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye. The hand seal formed by Tang Xiaohu pushed forward, and the ice blade flew out like a storm.

"Ding ding ding ding!"

After an intense clash, short swords were knocked to the ground one by one and were devoured by the cold energy, turning into ice. They could not withstand the might of the yin and yang power and shattered into pieces.

"No!" The old man cried out in alarm. He had never seen such a powerful spell before.

The old man was not satisfied, he raised his hands and a Spiritual Energy Barrier enveloped him within it. He raised his hands and pushed forward, at the critical moment of life and death, he stimulated all of the potential in his body and brought out the limits of his cultivation.

A pair of giant palms met with dozens of blades of ice. This was also the old man's last struggle.

"Ding ding ding ding!"

Under the impact of the ice blades, the light from the giant palm became weaker and weaker. After being shattered by the last dozen ice blades, the remaining energy stabbed towards the old man.

Several holes pierced his arm, entering from the palm and coming out from the back of his shoulder.

The rest pierced his chest, thighs, and even his face was cut open.

With a loud bang, the hole in his body instantly deflated. The old man spat out a mouthful of blood and knelt on the ground.

"Impossible, I am a Returning-to-elemental Realm expert, I cannot lose, I still need to break through to the next realm, I want to be invincible."

The old man's body trembled slightly as he struggled to stand up again. Raising his head, he saw that Sword Tang Xiaohu was already standing in front of him, and his ice-cold sword like a blood coloured phoenix, was pointing straight at his throat.

"No! You can't kill me!" The old man's face was filled with fear as he cried out in despair, his voice hoarse. Do you know who I am, I am a member of the Sman Kingdom's royal family, if you kill me, you will definitely die. If I die here, even the China will be implicated, everyone will die with me. "

Tang Xiaohu said in a hoarse voice, "I want to use your blood to sacrifice Yu Er's soul in the heavens. Even if I kill you thousands of times, it won't be able to quell my anger."

As they spoke, Tang Xiaohu suddenly thrust his hand forward.

"I have a way to save her!"

The old man shouted, and Tang Xiaohu turned the sword tip, dodging the vital parts, and pierced through the side of his neck. The sword tip sliced past, and fresh blood flowed out.

"Speak, or die!"

"Threatening me?!" Tang Xiaohu immediately cut off his left arm, and in the midst of his miserable cries, his ice sword was once again placed at his neck. " Think that I don't dare to kill you, and believe me, you won't even be able to become a ghost. Your soul will be shattered and you will never be reincarnated. "

Tang Xiaohu said each word, and every word was like a huge hammer smashing onto his chest.

"Ah!" The old man miserably cried out, revealing his fear and despair. He never thought that his methods would be so weak when used on his opponent.

"I'll tell you, but you have to promise not to kill me!" The old man circulated his energy to seal the blood path and temporarily stopped the flow of blood. His face was pale.

The corner of Tang Xiaohu's mouth rose, and said: "Speak, I promise!"

"I have flag for summoning souls in my Qiankun bag, I can use this banner to gather her soul. When she finds a chance, she can reconstruct her golden body, and she will be able to bring death back to life."

Just as he finished speaking, Tang Xiaohu's sword pierced into his heart.

"If you don't keep your promises, you will definitely get your retribution back."

"Is that so? "It's a pity that you can't see it." Tang Xiaohu's arm trembled, the old man's body suddenly exploded with a bang, a generation of Returning-to-elemental Realm experts, just died without a complete corpse, their souls shattered.

Just then, Tang Xiaohu's body shook and he spat out a mouthful of blood. His face was pale white, and he could not stand steadily.

"Big Brother, are you alright?" Bao`er immediately went forward to support her.

Tang Xiaohu pushed her away and said: "I'm fine, don't be like this in front of me." He searched everywhere and finally found his Cosmic Bag. He grabbed it and casually erased the divine sense he left on it.