Peerless Conceited God

Tang Xiaohu could feel the overwhelming aura and pressure from his opponent. It was simply too strong, and this was the most powerful opponent he had ever faced.

Yu Er who was standing at the entrance of the cave gasped in shock, her body was sent flying by the wave of air, striking onto the stone wall inside the cave and she lost consciousness.

It was unknown whether it was due to him surviving a great disaster or the result from fusing with the dragon blood, but Tang Xiaohu realized that when he channeled his spirit energy, a bizarre phenomenon could occur. It was as if time had slowed down, and his opponent's moves had become slower in his eyes, allowing him to see through everything.

Just as Luo Wen's hand was about to touch his wrist, suddenly, Tang Xiaohu's wrist turned, like a spirit serpent, and wrapped around his arm.

The two of them were twining around each other, pushing each other around like painting taiji.

Luo Feng watched anxiously. What was this, you are a peak late stage expert, facing an early stage nobody, shouldn't you use a move to determine victory or defeat? Why did you suddenly start drawing Tai Chi?

He was so excited that he almost stopped breathing and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Other people might look like they were acting at ease, but in truth, the two of them were using all kinds of methods on their bodies. Luo Wen was shocked, his technique was clearly more profound than the other party, and his cultivation was even higher, so it should be easy to suppress them, but the other party seemed to know his next move beforehand, to avoid the critical moment.

Although Tang Xiaohu was expressionless, he was complaining in his heart. The difference in their cultivations was too great, he was almost unable to keep up with the other party's tempo, and slowly both parties' foreheads were covered in perspiration.

Just then, the two of them changed their moves at the same time, the other hand that was released slapped towards the opponent, the two of them clashed, and with a loud bang, Tang Xiaohu felt a strong power shake his arm, causing it to become numb and painful, he flew back forty five meters, kneeling on one knee, with both hands on the ground, he spat out a mouthful of blood, then raised his head and looked at Luo Wen coldly, he slowly stood up, and the Spirit Qi on his body underwent a slight change.

Luo Wen also retreated a few steps, he only felt a wave of cold energy take the chance to enter his body, rushing and colliding everywhere, recklessly destroying the functions of his body, without batting an eyelid, secretly activating his mystical technique, his arm shook, forcing the cold energy out.

"Not bad, you have such heaven defying strength even at the early stages of martial arts. However, I will not give you a chance to continue growing. You will eventually become a stepping stone for me, Luo Wen."

Luo Wen bellowed, the sky above released a loud sound, in that moment lightning flashed and thunder roared, black clouds gathered, it started pouring down rain. He raised his head and roared, he grabbed a sword in the air and thrusted it straight at Tang Xiaohu.

This sword strike was not fancy nor was it a martial skill. It was just that he had gathered all his cultivation on this sword strike and his movement was as fast as lightning.

Regardless of how powerful one's movement technique was, how profound one's martial techniques were, or how many methods one had, in front of absolute strength, one would eventually collapse and be unable to withstand a single blow.

Tang Xiaohu's hands seemed to be slowly raising from the sides, but his movements were actually extremely fast.

His two hands formed a spell sign, and an extremely cold aura spread out from him as the center. A layer of white frost covered a radius of a few hundred feet, covering everything in a snow-white area, as if it was a small world of ice and snow. In front of him, the falling rain congealed into ice crystals in the air. Countless ice crystals merged together to form dozens of gleaming weapons.

Luo Wen was shocked, what kind of technique was this? Wasn't he a rogue cultivator, how could he have such a strange technique? Even the Yunluo Villa, who was known as the strongest power in Jade Net, didn't have such a powerful technique.

Just like that …

The sword in Luo Wen's hand did not have the slightest hesitation, the flickering cold light was already three meters away from Tang Xiaohu, and it only needed the time of a breath to pierce his body.

Just then, under Tang Xiaohu's control, the ice blades in the air started to rain down on Luo Wen.

Its speed was extremely fast, about the same as a meteor shower.

Luo Feng, who was standing far away, opened his eyes wide. Not only did this fellow know magic, he had never seen such a powerful technique before. Luo Feng thought to himself: "I must kill him, then snatch his Qiankun bag and take everything from him. I, Luo Feng, have good talent, what I lack are cultivation resources and a suitable set of techniques.

Luo Wen only felt his vision blur as countless ice dots pounced towards him; they were so fast he couldn't even see them clearly. Before the ice blade had arrived, a strong wind had already caused his face to contort.

A wave of fear rose in his heart as he felt the shadow of death shrouding his head. There was only one thought in his mind. Flee, or die. "

He retreated extremely quickly, but the ice blade was even faster, other than facing the torrential attacks, there was no other way to dodge it, because under Tang Xiaohu's control, the ice blade had already locked onto his aura. Unless his speed exceeded the speed of the ice blade, even if he dodged, the ice blade would follow him around the corner to chase after him.

Amidst his shock, the sword in his hand danced, creating sword shadows. They slashed at the ice blades, and within the span of a few breaths, he slashed out dozens of times.

However, the speed of the ice blade was simply too fast. A cut appeared on Luo Wen's left arm, and no longer spurted blood as expected, the wound froze under the cold Qi, and was covered with a layer of ice crystals. The cold qi followed his meridians and rushed around randomly, attacking his heart.

Luo Wen's entire arm turned deathly pale at a speed visible to the naked eye and his blood was frozen into ice crystals. His face was filled with fear as he quickly used his spirit energy to dissolve the cold energy.

"Luo Feng, what are you waiting for? Why aren't you helping me?"

Luo Feng was so scared that his face turned pale and his body trembled. He couldn't even deal with Luo Wen, who was at the peak of the Refinement Realm.

"wenge, you hold on for a while. I will go back and call for reinforcements to save you."

After saying that, he rolled over and stood up, using the Imperial Sword Technique to flee in panic.

"You!"

After Luo Wen heard this, she saw that he actually did not care about his life and escaped on his own.

"Nail!"

The sword broke into pieces.

"Ah!"

Luo Feng had only flown out for less than a dozen meters when he heard a miserable scream. He turned his head to look, and almost fell off the sword, only to see Luo Wen in a daze as a few ice blades directly pierced through his chest.

While he was severely injured, his internal organs were damaged by the extreme cold so he was unable to circulate his spirit energy. His body was instantly pierced into a hornet's nest by the storm-like ice blades, and when he turned his head around, he looked at the direction Luo Feng had left with an unwilling expression. Pointing at him, his lips moved, and his body fell backwards stiffly, instantly turning into a block of ice.