Peerless Conceited God

"Big brother!" Bao`er's body swayed as she arrived in front of Ying Qianxue. She stood there in a daze and said, "Where's big brother?"

Ying Qianxue said warily, "Why do you still call him big brother? I already said, he's a vile soul of the Witch Clan."

The man was dressed in a black robe and his body was tightly wrapped in a black hat. It was extremely strange as his face was separated from his nose and half of his face was painted with a strange pattern.

"En!"

Nothing was important anymore. She knew her big brother was also here.

With a flash, he walked toward where the strong sword qi was coming from.

"You want to leave? It won't be that easy."

The man turned into a streak of black and disappeared. When he appeared again, he had already blocked Ying Qianxue and Bao Er's path.

Bao'er and Ying Qianxue almost knocked into his body, but they reacted in time and stopped in time as their bodies floated backwards forty to fifty meters.

The man revealed a wretched look, looking at Ying Qianxue and Bao Er from head to toe, as if he had already seen through their clothes and saw their beautiful bodies.

"That's right, these two are great beauties. This sovereign has been lonely for tens of thousands of years, and today my luck with women has finally not been shallow. You two can both stay behind and be my wives!"

Bao`er was so angry that her cheeks turned red.

Ying Qianxue coldly snorted, her face full of anger, and said: "You're courting death!" Following that, his sword pierced towards the man.

"You overestimate yourself!" The man's face was filled with disdain, he looked at Ying Qianxue who was rushing towards him, and threw out a palm strike.

A streak of black aura pounced towards Ying Qianxue. She did not dare to be careless, and immediately swung her sword.

This black was extremely strange. When Ying Qianxue's sword slashed on it, it felt soft like cotton.

Bao`er saw the situation and said: "Big Sis, don't worry. Let me help you."

Bao`er's body had just moved when the man shot out a stream of black Qi at her. He used his mind to multitask, controlling the two balls of black Qi as he muttered an incantation.

Seeing that, Ying Qianxue anxiously warned, and said: "Be careful little sister, don't be careless."

Bao`er replied. With a thought, she controlled the red ribbon and flew towards the black gas. The two fought with each other, and for a time, it was difficult to determine the victor.

Ying Qianxue thought to herself that the Witch Clan's demonic techniques were truly powerful. How could they still have such abilities after dying?

The sword in his hand flashed, and slashed out. The sword broke the sword, and slashed out for dozens of meters, instantly slicing the black Qi in two, and then, following the principle of the thief capturing the king first, he took out the treasured sword in his hand, turned it into a stream of light, and instantly pierced through the man's body.

A pained expression appeared on his face as he exploded with a bang, turning black.

The great sword flew back in a circle, with the sword in hand, Ying Qianxue combined her two swords with Bao Er and destroyed the ball of black Qi.

Bao`er withdrew the ribbon and asked, "Sister Qianxue, did you kill that ugly bastard?"

Just as Ying Qianxue shook her head, she heard the eerie voice: "In this Wu Shan, in this ghost fog, I will never be able to kill you!" With that, she laughed loudly.

The two of them were shocked. They quickly turned their heads and saw a black tornado heading towards them.

As his body was being sucked into the black whirlwind, suddenly, the strange wind split into two, as Bao Er and Ying Qianxue were both sucked into the whirlwind, their bodies floating slowly above the ground.

That ugly man waved his arms and said, "If you don't submit to me, you'll have no choice but to die. After you die, you'll gain eternal life within this endless ghost mist, becoming one of us."

Bao`er said, "You ugly bastard, let go of me now. Otherwise, my big brother will definitely not let you go."

The man snorted and said, "Are you talking about him?"

With a wave of his sleeve, an image appeared in the air. In the picture, Tang Xiaohu was holding onto a blood fiend, fighting against dozens of Skull and Ghost heads. Not far away, a ghost-like woman was waving her arms, her lips slightly moving, muttering some words.

The man proudly said, "Did you see that? Your big brother can no longer protect himself. Very soon, he will die in Ji Ji's hands."

"No, I won't!" Bao Er protested loudly.

The man waved his sleeve and the scene disappeared. He said with a ferocious expression, "Stop struggling. Obediently submit to me."

"In your dreams, even if I die, I won't submit to you, you ugly bastard!" Bao`er said angrily.

Ying Qianxue said: "Little sister, stop bickering with him. Save your energy and think about how you can break this demonic technique."

The man snorted and said, "Let's see how long you can continue being so stubborn for." As he spoke, he waved his arm and chanted.

At this time, Ying Qianxue felt that the demonic wind was spinning even faster, and in here, even the air was being sucked out, making it impossible to breathe. Although cultivators had higher cultivations, allowing them to not breathe for a short period of time, they would still die if time passed.

The scariest thing was that not only did the demonic wind suck out all the air, even the spiritual energy in the area was completely drained. Without spiritual energy replenishing, the spiritual energy would be drained like a flood.

The only thing he could do now was to end the battle quickly. The longer he dragged things out, the worse his side would be.

Immediately, Ying Qianxue used 100% of her power, slashing out with her sword.

An expert of Returning-to-elemental Realm unleashed a sword strike filled with anger, causing even a small hill to have a corner cut down, slashing onto the black tornado. When the sword qi broke through two levels to break through the fifth layer of black Qi, it turned into a mess.