"High Moon, Polo Family, Polo Si!"
On the ground, facing the mountain and river stamper that was smashing down from above, the Yu Clan man proudly announced his clan and name. Nimbly flicking his wrist, the long and thin sword held in his hand released a dazzling cold light, darting towards the mountain and river stamper like a bolt of lightning.
The ground quaked suddenly. When the mountain and river stamper struck on the ground, even the earth meridians underground were activated. The ground within a radius of a hundred miles quaked intensely. Polo Si instantly lost his balance and nearly fell to the ground. Fortunately, he was a Divine-Magus-level powerful being. He flashed across the air and directly flew up into the sky, avoiding the negative effects brought by the quaking ground.
However, he had only flown up less than ten meters high when countless hazy silhouettes of mountains sparkled on the mountain and river stamper, and a dreadfully great gravity roared over from the ground. Polo Si's body instantly fell down.
"You bloody little thing, you're not cute at all!" Polo Si growled at Ji Hao in rage, "I will chop your head off myself and grant you the most glorious death!"
Followed by a clear clang, the sharp sword finally bumped against the mountain and river stamper. The shrill clanging noise even brought a piercing pain to everyone's eardrums. The sharp sword held in Polo Si's hand sparkled with layers of spell symbols. At first glance, this long sword of his was added with over a thousand layers, tens of millions of spell symbols.
To be able to inscribe so many spell symbols on such a narrow sword edge, this was a tool-crafting skill that even the Magi Palace couldn't catch up with. The long sword held in Polo Si's hand was definitely many times more powerful than top-grade Divine-Magus-level magic treasures.
However, the mountain and river stamper was a divine tool created by nature itself. As the mountain and river stamper swooshed down from the earth meridians, layers of hazy silhouettes of mountains ceaselessly struck down. Polo Si's wrist quivered, and suddenly, the sharp sword shattered.
The mountain and river stamper created a great gravity field, which was tens of thousands of times stronger than the normal gravity field in Midland. The invisible and traceless gravitational force condensed into serpent-like streams of power, dragging the broken pieces of the sword and fiercely piercing towards Polo Si.
Polo Si gave a shrill howl, flashed across the air, and suddenly reappeared hundreds of meters away.
The mountain and river stamper smashed heavily onto the ground. Within the radius of a hundred miles, a square-shaped forest was shattered, and the ground caved in for hundreds of meters. Countless rocks and mud rolled up, and countless streams of smoke rose miles high from the ground.
Polo Si's magic seal failed to hit Ji Hao's target. Polo Si arrogantly roared towards the sky and taunted, "Little guy, even if you have a top-grade magic treasure, so what? Strength, strength! If you aren't strong enough, even if you … "
Before his voice faded away, a sword light shot out from the smoke and dust created by the mountain and river seal.
The Flame Dragon Sword followed closely behind the mountain and river stamper, transforming into an arm-thick, hundreds of meters long stream of fiery light, piercing towards Polo Si's heart.
The power of Yu Yu's sword formation was the most terrifying. Among Yu Yu's disciples, many of them were good at the art of sword. According to Po's cultivation experience, a part of it was about the skills of controlling swords and killing.
During the past few days, Ji Hao had been studying Po's cultivation experience. Therefore, he had even gained some insights about the art of flying swords, and had learned some of its secrets.
At first, the Flame Dragon Sword was only a beam of sword light, but as Ji Hao spread his hands and released a spell of sword power, followed by a thunderous noise, the beam of sword light split into two, then four, eight, sixteen … Within the blink of an eye, a thousand and twenty-four beams of sword light had been hovering in the air, transforming into an enormous net of sword light that enveloped Polo Si.
Polo Si roared towards the sky, "Kill that kid for me!"
While roaring, Polo Si pulled out a pair of daggers. The pair of tiny daggers fluttered in the air like nimble butterflies, and along with the movements of his arms, streams of short dagger light accurately pierced against Ji Hao's sword light.
A series of metal clangs could be heard without an end. Apparently, the pair of daggers held in Polo Si's hands weren't ordinary ones. Amidst dazzling beams of cold light, his daggers clashed against the Flame Dragon Sword for over ten-thousand times within a moment. Except for being burned red by the Flame Dragon Sword, the daggers remained perfectly unharmed.
However, Polo Si's face turned especially dark, because in the air, Zhu Rong Long and the other seven Divine Magi had encircled his four warriors and launched a fierce attack. Not to mention attacking Ji Hao, his four Divine Magi couldn't even protect themselves.
If it were only the eight Divine Magi, it would still be fine. With the great fighting skills and talents of the High Moon, the four Jia Clan warriors might be able to gain a certain upper hand. But what made Polo Si angry was that apart from the eight Divine Magi from Zhu Rong Country, the three-thousand and six-hundred disciples of Ji Hao's dojo were also attacking his four warriors.
These disciples trod on watery clouds and floated in the air, holding flags that were fully embroidered with patterns of stars. They waved the flags over and over again, causing tens of thousands of enormous stars to appear in the sky. Numerous mountain-sized starlight streams were guided down from the sky by the great magic formation, ceaselessly striking on the bodies of Polo Si's four warriors like shooting stars.
The power of every starlight stream was as great as an attack launched by an ordinary Divine Magus. Polo Si's four warriors attempted to dodge, but a strange, invisible force had been dragging their bodies from the air. Added with the fierce attacks launched by the eight Divine Magi from Zhu Rong Country, they couldn't move at all. Therefore, they couldn't even dodge a single starlight stream.
When Polo Si was shouting, at least over a thousand starlight streams had already hit their targets.
Even though the four warriors under Polo Si's command were all top-grade Jia Clan battle kings from the High Moon, and their armors were all top-grade ones, after suffering over a thousand heavy strikes in a row, countless cracks had appeared on their armors long ago, and their powers had been consumed to a great extent.
The four Jia Clan warriors gasped loudly for air, then screamed towards Polo Si hoarsely, "Master! Those little bastards' magic formation … Damn it, we have to break this damned magic formation, or we will be trapped in here until we die! "
The magic formation used by the three-thousand and six-hundred disciples was called the 'infinite starlight devil-trapping magic formation', which was given by Po before he left. This magic formation was designed by Po himself, with the main functions of 'trapping, restricting, entangling and twisting'. Trapping and capturing were the main functions of this magic formation, and the power of starlight streams was only ordinary.
It was this magic formation that restrained the four incomparably powerful Jia Clan beings, and made them suffer a heavy beating.
Seeing that his four powerful warriors were about to be killed, Polo Si cursed out in rage while fiercely wielding the dagger held in his hand, knocking back the few beams of sword light that were approaching him. However, this time, he used too much power. Clang! The dagger held in his left hand had already become much weaker because of the high temperature, and this time, the dagger was suddenly broken.
Eighteen beams of sword light seized the opportunity and fiercely hacked on Polo Si's body.
Polo Si's white soft armor burst with dazzling light. The sword light left tens of deep marks on the soft armor, but failed to harm Polo Si's skin and muscles, not even a little bit.
Polo Si's body flashed across the air, preparing to break into the group of disciples and start a massacre. However, Ji Hao's primordial spirit had already tightly hugged the immemorial sun streamer and swung it hard.
In the air, countless extremely thin beams of essence sun light swept across like sharp daggers. Polo Si didn't manage to react timely and let out a shrill howl. A beam of essence sun light swept across his waist and cut his body into two.
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