Pick up a god to cultivate immortality

Jiang Hu killed a soldier with a single blow, and his horse's hoof stepped directly on the man's body as he swung his sword forward. Suddenly, he heard a commotion behind him. He frowned and looked behind him, but he only saw a crowd standing still around a place. His heart suddenly skipped a beat. Could it be that something had happened to his brother?

Although he really wanted to rush over to check the situation, the two enemy generals were already running towards him and he was unable to get away.

Jiang Hu was anxious, but he didn't show it on his face. He turned his blade and danced with a silver light, temporarily blocking the enemy's attack. He then concentrated his energy and forced the enemy back with a ruthless blow. Every swing of the blade could take the enemy's life. The horse's hooves trampled, blood splattered, and he was like a god of war, awe-inspiring.

As long as the eldest brother can hold back the immortal cultivator, he can defeat a hundred ordinary people alone. Killing one more person now is a profit, and killing ten more people will mean more people will be buried with him, without any scruples.

What he didn't know was that the old man in black had floated silently behind him and raised his hand, hovering behind him like a ghost. The black evil spirit was condensing madly, and the evil spirit in his hand was like a storm and a surging undercurrent, ready to kill him with one fatal blow.

Wang Tianba was killing the enemy beside Jiang Hu, and he saw this scene out of the corner of his eye. The old man in black looked fierce and sent a murderous aura towards Jiang Hu! Wang Tianba's eyes widened and his mouth opened, "Brother Hu...!"

A chill surged in Wang Tianba's heart, and the evil spirit was like a poisonous arrow, winding straight towards Jiang Hu's vitals. He reacted instantly, rushed forward, and blocked the path of the evil spirit with his body.

Hearing the sound, Jiang Hu turned around and saw Wang Tianba rushing towards him. Then a black beam of light shot straight into his body!

The evil spirit invaded his body, Jiang Hu's face turned pale, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted, with unwillingness flashing in his eyes.

Jiang Hu saw countless strange and terrifying blood threads appearing on his neck, and then his body suddenly exploded with a "bang", and even his warhorse turned into a ball of blood rain, spraying all over Jiang Hu's face, and not even a piece of flesh was left!

Jiang Hu's eyes were full of fear and disbelief. The blood rain was as gorgeous as flower petals, but it carried the breath of death. It fell on the ground, as if telling an irreversible fate.

“Tianba!” “Tianba!”

Jiang Hu's eyes were bloodshot, staring at the pool of blood on the ground and clenching his fists, unable to accept all this for a long time. "Tianba..."

"Ants are ants, they are vulnerable!"

The old man in black robe snorted coldly, floating in the air and looking down at everything, with a hint of ridicule and disdain on his face.

"Haha, you are really courting death. You two come here one by one for me to kill. Are you Daxia people all fools?!"

At this time, Jiang Hu was surrounded by Daxia warriors, and they all looked at the old man in the sky vigilantly.

"Immortal cultivator! It's actually an immortal cultivator! How can we fight him?!"

"We are all ordinary people. How can we fight this immortal cultivator? Even if we want to fight him, we can't reach him!"

"Did you see that just now? That old man only used one move and Tianba was gone!"

"I think we'll all be dead if he just waves his hand!"

"Don't encourage others. Immortal cultivators also started out as ordinary people. They can definitely be killed!"