High up in the air, Ji Hao pointed his sword at the group of priests and Shixin and his brothers.
He no longer protected himself with the Pan Gu bell. Instead, he gripped the bell with his left hand, using it as a weapon for close combat. The Pan Gu bell seemed to sense Ji Hao's will of fighting. It didn't ring Ji Hao's bell, but it buzzed deeply.
Every ring of the bell stirred up waves of ripples around Ji Hao's body, vibrating the space. Everyone on the scene felt as if an invisible electric current had surged through their bodies, numbing them from their souls to their bodies. Their powers were boiling like porridge, and they couldn't control them anymore.
Shixin and the others looked at the Pan Gu bell seriously. Just now, Ji Hao launched a few simple attacks against them, and they knew that the Pan Gu bell had an amazing defensive power. But, they didn't think that the bell could be so effective in battles.
They silently calculated that the boiling power contained in their bodies weakened them by at least forty percent!
"Ji Hao kid, what's so great about relying on treasures …" The white-bearded priest, who taunted Ji Hao just now, abruptly pointed his finger at Ji Hao and yelled, "Don't weaken your Shifu's reputation. Do you dare to compete with me?"
The eyes of the white-bearded Daoist flickered, and the other Daoists around him also revealed strange smiles.
How many years had it been since Ji Hao rose to power? He wasn't even a hundred years old! These priests were all powerful beings who had lived since the prehistorical era. They were immeasurably powerful. If Ji Hao truly gave up the Pan Gu bell and fought against them, it would be like smashing an egg with a giant rock. If the white-bearded priest wanted to win, he would be able to do it without any difficulty!
While the group of priests were thinking, Ji Hao laughed out loud and said, "Pah! Do you think you are qualified to compete with me in cultivation and magic power? How can a group of wild chickens dare to fly with phoenixes? I've already lowered myself by talking to you today. How dare you ask for more? "
The fiery cloud under his feet flashed, while a clear light sparkled between Ji Hao's eyebrows. Carried by the golden bridge, he flashed to the priest and swung the Pan Gu sword horizontally. The bearded priest didn't expect Ji Hao to attack without any warning. He didn't even have the time to react. Staring at Ji Hao's sword, he let out a despairing scream.
The abilities of these priests were all top-grade, but in terms of close combat abilities, they were far weaker than Ji Hao. Shixin reacted quickly. The moment Ji Hao moved his body, Shixin had already wielded the meteor hammer. The enormous hammer head brought up eighteen beams of cold light as it flew towards the Pan Gu bell.
When the sword edge was still half an inch away from the priest's clothes, Shixin's meteor hammer had already landed on the Pan Gu sword.
Following a series of tinkling noise, Ji Hao flicked his wrist and made the Pan Gu sword release a water-like beam of sword light, agilely moving among the cold lights created by the meteor hammers. All of a sudden, Ji Hao gave a deep growl. A three-feet-long beam of sword light dazzled from the tip of the Pan Gu sword and cut Shixin's meteor hammers into two along with a loud crack.
Mysterious spell symbols spurted out from the broken hammerhead. Shixin's face, which was thickly covered in black scales, suddenly blushed. He gave a muffled snort, opened his mouth, and vomited a mouthful of blood, then took a few steps back.
"My moon-chasing wind-splitting hammer!" Shixin growled hoarsely in pain. This meteor hammer was a nice pre-world supreme treasure, and the dragon ancestor found it in the Chaos himself. Ever since Shixin was born, this meteor hammer had been with him ever since, and had never left his side for years.
This meteor hammer had killed countless creatures and shattered countless spirit treasures. Back in the prehistorical era, this meteor hammer helped Shixin earn a great reputation. But today, it was so easily cut into two by the Pan Gu sword!
"Good sword!" Standing aside, Shican abruptly burst into a growl, "It broke my big brother's moon-chasing wind-splitting hammer. This sword is so good! I want it!"
While roaring, Shican pulled out a dazzling long sword from the sheath carried on his back and swung it down to Ji Hao's head, leaving shreds of afterimages in the air. Shixin cried and vomited blood, and Shican wielded his sword and launched an attack almost at the same time. Before Ji Hao could kill the bearded priest, Shican's sword light had already reached his head.
Ji Hao threw a glance at him and realized that Shizan didn't have a profound Dao of sword, but he had a great strength and agility. Therefore, his sword moves were fast and heavy. The sword light dazzled like a waterfall, fiercely smashing down from the sky.
Facing Ji Hao, who had inherited Yu Yu's Dao of sword, Shican's sword art could only be described as' coarse '. With his top-grade strength and speed, Shican could crush ordinary people with this coarse sword art. But, Ji Hao didn't even need to use the sky-opening move. Instead, Ji Hao found countless flaws in his sword move!
"You want my sword? Do you think you deserve it? " Ji Hao didn't even make a move. Instead, he held the Pan Gu sword and made a strange posture, facing the sky for the time for an incense stick to burn. Everyone on the scene watched Shican swing the sword down with all his strength. His arm bumped directly against the tip of the Pan Gu sword, as if he was possessed. Puff! Puff! Puff!
"My arm!" Shican screamed hoarsely. He dropped his sword and pulled his arm out from the Pan Gu sword. Before he could cover the wound, his right arm was broken. The terrifying sword intent of the Pan Gu sword shredded his entire right arm like countless sharp blades.
Shican was injured severely. His right arm was gone, and the cold sword intent lingered in his wound, corroding his internal organs. Shican was soaked in cold sweat in pain. He stepped back with giant steps. His eyes were filled with fear. Just now, Ji Hao's miraculous sword move had shattered his confidence!
He probably wouldn't dare to pull out his sword in front of Ji Hao ever again.
"The sword is not something that can be played with with brute force!" Ji Hao said coldly to Shican. Meanwhile, he taunted Shixin, "You too. You can't play with a meteor hammer with pure physical strength either! You nine idiots, other than having great strength, you're nothing but dog shit! "
While talking, Ji Hao had already launched tens of sword moves in a row. The bearded priest and the other tens of priests didn't manage to dodge or cast any magic. Therefore, they all died under Ji Hao's sword lights. Their defensive treasures protected their owners automatically, but were all cut into pieces by the Pan Gu sword's unbreakable sharpness.
The Pan Gu sword merged with Pan Gu's giant axe, which was used to create the world. How could these priests ever imagine how powerful the Pan Gu sword was?
The other thirty priests reacted quickly. Seeing their brothers die one after another, they screamed shrilly and fled backward, staring at Ji Hao as if he were a ghost.
Shixin and his brothers burst into raging growls. They stepped up one after another, seeming to fight Ji Hao to see who would be the winner.
At this very moment, a fierce, brutal sense of power suddenly emerged, along with which, a cold, sharp voice echoed through the clouds.
"Do you want to die? You can't stop his sword... Boys, back off. Let me do it! "
Qiu Niu and Ao Bai's faces paled. They kneeled on the cloud together and politely kowtowed, "Amma!"
Ji Hao abruptly raised his head and saw a well-dressed noble lady with a cold look on her face.
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