"You are not going toast, but you want to be punished." The middle-aged man looked angry, and the black flying sword in front of him screamed. The sword body trembled for a while, as if he was ready to fall to take Tang Xiao's life at any time.

"Okay, let me go for the flying sword." Tang Xiao restrained his mocking expression, his body shook, and took the red flame without the sword spirit into his hand.

"It's indeed it! Where is the sword spirit inside? Hand it over together!" A sharp light appeared in the middle-aged man's eyes, and his whole body began to tremble due to excitement. The power of Hongyan is not only this sword, but also the sword spirit inside is also very important. If Hongyan, who has lost the best sword spirit, his strength will be greatly reduced.

"In this spiritual weapon." Tang Xiao took out the top-quality spiritual weapon containing the God of Death from his body.

"Erase your spiritual sense yourself! Throw my spiritual sense imprint in! Tell it, I am its new owner!" The middle-aged man felt the power of the sword spirit in Tang Xiao's spiritual weapon, and seemed to realize that it would be difficult for him to subdue it. He walked towards Tang Xiao and shouted loudly to avoid trouble for himself.

The powerful sword spirit will not surrender to the new master even if the master dies.

Unless the new owner, Divine Mian is strong enough, or the original owner helps to add the new owner's Divine Mian brand to the sword spirit. Just like when you raise a ferocious dog, before giving it to others, you must first make the dog familiar with the other party's smell and tell it that the person is the owner's friend and you must listen to him in the future.

If this were not the case, the middle-aged man would have killed Tang Xiao with one sword long ago, so he would not say nonsense that God has the virtue of living. Although he was also very surprised how this little sword master could conquer the powerful sword spirit in the Red Flame sword body. Of course, it is not ruled out that this kid was given a sword by chance when Li Mubai was dying.

The man in the longevity did not know that the sword spirit in this spiritual weapon was not the original sword spirit of Hongyan, but a demon.

"Come out." After Tang Xiaoyin recited the mantra, the god of death suddenly rushed out of the spiritual weapon. Under the suppression of the mantra, he quickly got into the red flame.

Just this process from the spiritual weapon to the sword body, and the mantras to assist in suppression, Tang Xiaoshen had an extreme pain of bursting. The God of Death is too powerful, and what the Old Demon said makes sense. Tang Xiao can control it briefly. If he wants to control it stably for a long time, his current cultivation is far from enough.

The red flame, which uses the God of Death as the sword spirit, exudes a strong desire to die. This intention of death even makes the weeds around the sword body begin to wither. The leaves begin to wither and the trunks begin to dry out.

The sword body of the red flame, which was originally blood-red, was covered with a layer of black mist, turning this famous sword into black red, black is death. "Red is flame, this black red makes the red flame look more like a sword of death emitting hellfire.

This sword can no longer be called Red Flame, and it would be more appropriate to change it to Death Flame.

The middle-aged man's expression also became solemn. He had never seen the powerful death pressure emitted from the sword body before, and it had far exceeded his imagination.

What power is there in this world that is stronger than the power of death?

"My friend, you're crazy!" Old Demon Obi sighed in the coconut gourd. This kid is too disobedient. "Too reckless!

"Do you want this sword?" Tang Xiao ignored the old demon Obi, but instead used the sword technique again, causing Death Yan to float beside him.

"What do you want to do!?" The middle-aged man seemed to realize that something was wrong.

"Send you to death!"

After reading a aggressive sword technique, Tang Xiao had completely lost his strength, his face was pale and sweating profusely. But at the same time, Death Yan Ge showed a small black and red arc of death light, and suddenly stabbed the middle-aged man in a physical condition.

"puff!!"

A muffled sound of the sudden piercing of flesh and body sounded, and the middle-aged man looked at his chest in disbelief...

The red flame... the black flame had already penetrated into his chest, and then he stirred hard again, making a cross in front of his chest. Until this time, the middle-aged man was still open his eyes wide open, unable to believe that with the strength of the Sword Saint, he actually died in the hands of a little sword master.

You should know that judging from the strength shown by this little sword master before, he could not be his opponent at all.

After Hei Yan killed the middle-aged man, Tang Xiao completely lost his strength and lost control of the sword body. The God of Death did not get Tang Xiao's permission, nor did he unlock the seal of Tang Xiao's mantra. He broke free from the sword body with his own powerful strength! It suddenly swallowed the middle-aged man's spirit that was about to leave in a gulp, and then turned to look at Tang Xiao.

The gaze of Death looking at Tang Xiao was burning with extreme anger and hatred. It was obvious that the feeling of being controlled by someone as a servant made it very unhappy.

Wherever there is oppression, there is resistance, not to mention that the god of death has only oppressed people before and has never been oppressed by others.

"Do you want to eat your master?" Tang Xiao stared at the God of Death coldly. The current situation was even more dangerous than before. The middle-aged man was only the strength of a primary sword saint, and this God of Death was "can kill four peak sword saints with one person's power!

Although it is just a mixed group that has not yet taken over the body, the strength of this mixed group is not inferior to a peak sword saint!

Therefore, Tang Xiao cannot lose to the god of death in terms of momentum. Once he shows his cowardice, he will definitely be discovered and used by it soon.

Sure enough, the god of death was hesitant when he looked at Tang Xiao's sharp eyes. It was a little confused. Why is the human divine in front of him so powerful? It is so powerful that it feels unconfident in its heart.

In the current state, ordinary people cannot see the god of death. If someone passes by, they will find that Tang Xiao is like a schizophrenia, with a vein on his forehead bulging, and he is staring at the air for some reason and making a furious.

"Take your selves back! Let me go! Otherwise you will die!" The god of death screamed at Tang Xiao.

"Do you want to try whose divine gang is more tenacious and stronger?" Tang Xiao's wisp of divine consciousness imprinted in the divine gang suddenly exerted force, and instantly stabbed the divine roaring loudly.

The divine consciousness brand, unless the owner takes it back, will penetrate every corner of the imprinted divine mud, and cannot be forced out by the imprinted person.

"I'm going to kill you! Can you control me if you die?" The god of death resisted the severe pain and suddenly rushed towards Tang Xiao.

"Let's see who can destroy who today!?" Tang Xiao shouted loudly, his eyes staring at the mixed group of death like swords. The mixed power of the imprinted in the mixed group of death suddenly increased several times, and the pain of the death even made the mixed group of death start to burn.

With a whistle, a snow sculpture formed by a thought gathered also flew out of Tang Xiao's body and circling around Tang Xiao. The powerful thought power suddenly enveloped the entire forest.

The power of this thought is far from what Tang Xiao can control now, but it is enough to scare people.

"Thoughts! Thoughts are as pitiful and ridiculous as bubbles!" As the "warden, the god of death, I don't know how many powerful thoughts have been shot out in the dark void. It is obvious that Tang Xiao used the thought to scare it because he got the wrong object.

"Is that so? Let's see who is pitiful and ridiculous now!" Tang Xiao once again strengthened the power of divine chaotic imprints in the body of the God of Death. At the same time, the snow sculpture thoughts circled around the huge chaotic chaotic chaotic.

Tang Xiao took out the top-quality spiritual weapon and began to recite the mantra, wanting to re-incorporate the God of Death into it.

The god of death who was rushing towards Tang Xiao incredibly ferociously suddenly stopped half a meter away from Tang Xiao's body. The huge pain obviously exceeded its limit, and the powerful power of the thoughts in the human world also made it begin to doubt whether it could really swallow the other party.

When the snow sculpture thought passed by the huge mixed group of Death God, Death God clearly felt the power of destruction. If this thought rushed straight into the mixed group, it suspected that it would immediately disappear.

Of course, the God of Death did not know that Tang Xiao would not use this idea easily.

Tang Xiao continued to strengthen the power of the divine mound, constantly burning the huge divine mound of the god of death with the divine mound brand, and used the mantra to drive the divine mound, wanting to take it back into the spiritual weapon.

All the efforts made Tang Xiao's forehead burst, and the meridians in his body were broken, and blood oozing out of his seven orifices. If this state continues, even if he does not use the power of thought, he will explode and die.

The powerful suction power is transmitted from the spiritual weapon, and the god of death is about to be re-entered!

"I won't play with you anymore!" The God of Death roared, suddenly turned around and fled to the distance, with an extremely fast speed and instantly disappeared in the sky without a trace.

Tang Xiao sat stubbornly on the ground. Although his spiritual imprint was still in the gang of Death God, he no longer had the power to burn and control it, and it was even more impossible to re-enter it into the spiritual weapon.

If the God of Death had just held on for a few seconds, even if Tang Xiao was not swallowed by it, he would have exploded and died.

"You...ah...so reckless! Too bold! The old demon really admires your courage." Although the old demon Obi said this, he felt a little more appreciative of Tang Xiao.

People in the Demonic Realm do not have this kind of arrogance, so don’t call themselves demons.

Tang Xiao ignored the old demon Obi and sat on the ground for a full rest for an hour before he repaired the damaged part of his body. He stood up with a pale face and looked in the direction of the death escape.

During this time, the God of Death had already escaped thousands of miles away. Tang Xiao concentrated his energy and finally felt the location it was in for about a minute. It seemed that no matter how far it escaped, as long as Tang Xiao could sense its location, he could still catch it sooner or later.
Chapter completed!