Pan Gu world was created by Saint Pan Gu.
Every single hair of Saint Pan Gu represented the supreme great Dao of Pan Gu world, and could be used in countless ways. The pair of dragon horn swords were transformed from Saint Pan Gu's front teeth, which were surely the hardest parts of Saint Pan Gu's body. Therefore, one could easily imagine how powerful these pair of swords were.
Pre-world supreme treasures, after-world spirit treasures, nothing could survive a slight stab from these pair of dragon horn swords, unless it was at Saint Pan Gu's level and was powerful enough to create a great world itself!
"Those scaly, horned, long worms, how could they let someone bring out such deadly treasures?" Netherworld Hierarch cursed hoarsely, "These dragons are getting worse and worse with each generation! They're worse and worse!"
"Hehe, it doesn't matter if they are scoundrels or fools. These two treasures belong to me!" Great Liberty laughed so hard that her body quivered. Flirtatiously, she glanced at Netherworld Hierarch and said, "Just let me chop you with my sword, then I will take the Netherworld blood ganoderma and rebuild my body. With these two treasures, who will I be afraid of?"
While laughing, Great Liberty flashed across the air and wielded the pair of dragon horn swords with both hands, leaving shreds of afterimages in the air as they lunged at Netherworld Hierarch.
In Ji Hao's eyes, Great Liberty's sword moves were nothing special. Compared to ordinary cultivators, her sword skills were surely not bad, but not bad. Every single one of Yu Yu's disciples was much more powerful than her in the art of sword.
What was worse, the pair of dragon horn swords held in Great Liberty's hands was way too powerful!
The eighteen blood flying swords flashed around Netherworld Hierarch's body. Every time, a blood-red sword light attempted to pierce Great Liberty, but Great Liberty would wave the pair of dragon horn swords held in her hands, and Netherworld Hierarch would hurriedly take those flying swords back.
Neither the Taiji universe mirror nor the Taiji cloak could stop the pair of dragon horn swords. Therefore, Netherworld Hierarch dared not to take the risk with his blood flying swords.
These eighteen Blood Transformation Flying Swords were his life treasures, which he had spent countless years to extract enough blood essence from the blood pool with great difficulty. Blood flying swords could hurt people with the cruel blood-red power, but their bodies were not strong. How could Netherworld Hierarch dare to let the dragon horn swords touch them?
The sword light dazzled, and the blood-red light was disordered. Netherworld Hierarch was forced back step by step by Great Liberty. No matter how powerful he was, facing those dazzling dragon horn swords, he couldn't think of a way to fight back!
A hundred miles with one step, thousands of steps back in a row. He was forced back for hundreds of thousands of miles by Great Liberty. Netherworld Hierarch couldn't bear it anymore. Ji Hao, a young man, was watching the fight. He couldn't just be chased and beaten like this, could he?
"Demon, don't be so arrogant! Look at my treasure! " Gnashing his teeth, Netherworld Hierarch activated the 'blood shadow nine-yin mirror', which was made from 'blood pool nine yin stones' collected from the deepest area of the blood pool when he was refining the blood flying swords. The mirror transformed into a hazy blood-red shadow, smashing down towards Great Liberty's head.
At first glance, the 'blood shadow nine-yin mirror' was a small blood-red seal, embossed with countless twisted ghost faces. Once the seal was released, it immediately transformed into a hazy blood-red shadow, smashing out along with shrill ghost screams. Within the blood-red shadow, nine blood-red shadows were faintly visible.
"Break!" Great Liberty gave a resonant roar, wielded the dragon horn swords with both hands, and hacked crazily on the 'blood shadow nine-yin mirror'.
A sizzling noise could be heard without an end, as if someone was chopping vegetables. Netherworld Hierarch spent quite a few years to make this blood shadow nine-yin mirror. He planned to give it to his first disciple when the sect opened its doors and started recruiting new disciples in the future. But now, it was chopped into pieces by the pair of dragon horn swords right before his eyes.
Blood-red light splashed everywhere, and a blood-red mist rose. Along with shrill howls, the nine blood-red shadows in the mirror were cut into pieces as well.
"Ahyaya!" Netherworld Hierarch's face twitched because of the heartache. The Blood Shadow Nine-Yin Mirror was not his most powerful treasure. Instead, it was just a small thing that he casually made and prepared to gift to his disciples. Nevertheless, he had spent over ten-thousand years on this treasure!
He never used the mirror to fight an enemy, and this was the very first time he used it. Nevertheless, it was chopped into pieces just like that. How could he not feel heartache?
"Evil woman, I'm not done with you today!" Netherworld Hierarch growled angrily. Abruptly, he raised his head and shouted, "My friends, what are you waiting for? Help me now!"
A large cloud of blood-red mist puffed out from around Netherworld Hierarch's body. Meanwhile, eighteen thin patterns flashed across his forehead.
Ji Hao remembered that back in the auction house, between Netherworld Hierarch's eyebrows, a pattern like this had flashed across. Now, following Netherworld Hierarch's growl, the eighteen patterns twisted, and from the blood-red mist around him, over ten silhouettes leaped out.
"Blood pool, my friend, don't panic. I, Blade Mountain Priest, am here to help you!" The priest, who looked exactly the same as the blood pool hell clone and was wearing a long black robe, laughed out loud. He pointed his finger at Netherworld Hierarch. Following his move, a metal mountain condensed from countless sharp blades smashed down along with a shrill swishing noise.
This metal mountain was tens of thousands of miles tall, and was densely covered in countless sharp blades that emanated a frosty aura.
The mountain fell from the sky. The closer it got to Great Liberty's body, the smaller it became. When it was about to smash on Great Liberty's body, the mountain had already shrunk to about a hundred meters in radius. However, the coldness released from the sharp blades grew stronger and stronger, and sharper and unstoppable.
"Break!" Great Liberty proudly wielded her hand. The pair of dragon horn swords raised a deep swishing noise and cut the mountain of blades descending from the sky into two. Next, she gripped the swords with both hands and launched a crazy series of hacking. The blade mountain was cut into pieces, then exploded into pieces, darting all over the sky.
"What a cruel woman!" Blade Mountain Priest shouted, "Blood Pool, my friend, how did you offend such a cruel woman?"
"You and I are one. What's the difference between the one I offended and the one you offended?" Blood Pool shouted, "My friends, please join hands …"
Before he finished, another priest with a black robe laughed delightfully and said, "The sword in this woman's hand is magical. It looks like the dragon horn swords of the ancestor dragon worshiped by the dragon-kind, isn't it? Hehe, let my millstone have a try! "
This priest pointed his finger at Great Liberty. Following his move, the space quaked intensely. Two enormous millstones, one on the top and the other on the bottom, spun and sealed Great Liberty in midair. The ten-thousand-miles-wide millstone spun swiftly, vibrating the space intensely.
The two millstones released strong dark winds, coiling Great Liberty up. Along with a deafening noise, the two millstones pressed down violently towards Great Liberty. Judging by the power of the millstones, even a metal body would be crushed into pieces if it was rolled in.
"Break!" Great Liberty scornfully curved her lips downwards, then wielded the pair of dragon horn swords with both hands and hacked fiercely. Following a thunderous boom, the two enormous millstones were cut into four pieces, then shredded by countless sword lights.
"Kill!" Great Liberty left a series of shreds of afterimages in the air, raising beams of sword light and continuing to attack Netherworld Hierarch's eighteen hell clones.
"Ahyaya, this woman is so fierce!" Netherworld Hierarch's eighteen hell clones had been sending out some strange treasures, but all were easily broken by Great Liberty.
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