The Pangu world was opened up by Pangu sage.
Every hair on the body of Saint Pangu represents the supreme way of heaven in the Pangu world and has infinite magical uses. The Dragon Horn Sword was formed from the two incisors of Saint Pangu. The incisors were naturally the hardest objects on Saint Pangu's body. You can imagine how powerful these two swords are.
Regardless of your innate treasures and acquired spiritual treasures, unless you can transcend the realm of Pangu Saint and possess the powerful strength to open up a big world, nothing can withstand the slightest thrust of the Dragon Horn Sword!
"Those scaly and horned worms, why did someone bring out such a deadly treasure?" The leader of the Netherworld screamed angrily in a mad voice: "These dragons are really worse with each generation, and more and more bastards with each generation. !”
"Hehe, whether they are bastards or idiots, these two treasures belong to me!" Da Xiaoyao laughed so hard that his body trembled, and he winked at the Nether Cult Leader with infinite charm: "You guys Obediently, I let this Holy Lord slash me with my sword, and took the Netherworld Blood Seed to recast my body. With these two treasures, who do I have to be afraid of in the future?"
With a "chichi" smile, Da Xiaoyao swayed his body, swung the dragon horn sword with both hands, and made countless sword shadows to kill the Nether Cult leader fiercely.
In Ji Hao's opinion, Da Xiaoyao's sword power was just ordinary. Compared to ordinary monks, her sword skills were certainly not bad, but they were just not bad. All of Taoist Yu Yu's personal disciples are much better at swordsmanship than her.
What's terrible is that the dragon horn sword in Da Xiaoyao's hand is so powerful!
The shadow of the sword pierced through the air, and the Nether Cult leader shouted softly. Eighteen flying blood swords shuttled back and forth around the Nether Cult leader. Every time the bloody sword light wanted to fly towards Da Xiaoyao, but Da Xiaoyao flicked the dragon-horned sword in his hand, and the Nether Cult leader was busy. He took back the blood flying sword.
Neither the Tai Chi Universe Mirror nor the Tai Chi robe can stop the Dragon Horn Sword, and the Netherworld Cult Master does not dare to take risks with his blood-transforming flying sword.
These eighteen blood-transforming flying swords were the most precious treasures he had spent countless years trying to extract, extracting enough blood essence from the blood pool, and forging them with so much hard work. The Blood-Transforming Flying Sword hurts people with its vicious and vicious blood energy, but its body is not known for its solidity. How could the Netherworld Cult Master dare to let the Dragon-Horned Sword touch them at all
The sword radiated with radiance, and the blood was messy. The leader of the Netherworld was beaten back by Da Xiaoyao who rushed towards him. No matter how powerful he was, facing the sharp Dragon Horn Sword, he could not think of any way to defeat the enemy. Here comes the trick!
One step was a hundred miles, and he retreated thousands of steps in a row. He was killed by Da Xiaoyao and was pushed back hundreds of thousands of miles. The leader of the Netherworld couldn't stand it anymore. There was also Ji Hao, a junior, watching the battle. He couldn't just be beaten like this. Chasing and fighting
"That evildoer, don't be so arrogant! Let's look at this little treasure!" Gritting his teeth, the Nether Cult Master used his blood pool prison body to refine the blood flying sword, and by the way used the 'Blood Pool Nine Yin' collected from the deepest part of the blood pool. The "Blood Shadow Jiuyin Jian" refined by Shi' was sacrificed, and it turned into a hazy blood shadow and hit Da Xiaoyao hard on the head.
At first glance, the Blood Shadow Jiuyin Mirror is just a small blood-colored seal with countless twisted and ferocious ghost faces carved on it. As soon as the seal was taken, it immediately turned into a blurry blood shadow, and was smashed out with a sharp and ear-piercing ghost whistle. Nine bloody shadows could be faintly seen in the blood shadow.
"Broken!" Da Xiaoyao let out a long roar, wielding the Dragon Horn Sword with both hands and slashing at the Blood Shadow Jiuyinjian.
The sound of "chichi" is endless, just like chopping melons and vegetables. The Netherworld leader spent many years of hard work to refine the Blood Shadow Jiuyinjian. He originally wanted to keep it as a reward when he opened the mountain gate to recruit disciples in the future. The strange treasure of the founding disciple was chopped into pieces by the Dragon Horn Sword.
Large areas of blood spattered, blood mist rose, and accompanied by shrill howls, the nine bloody shadows in the Blood Shadow Jiuyin Mirror were sliced away by random swords.
"Ouch!" The leader of Netherworld was so heartbroken that his face twitched. The Blood Shadow Jiuyin Jian was not the treasure at the bottom of his box. It was just a small gadget that he refined and prepared to give to his disciples in the future. However, he also spent a lot of money on this treasure. Thousands of years of merit!
He has never used the Blood Shadow Jiuyinjian against an enemy before. This is the first time in his life that he has used it. He was cut into pieces like this. It would be a shame if he didn't feel heartbroken!
"Witch, I'm not done with you today!" The Nether Cult Leader roared in annoyance, and suddenly raised his head to the sky and roared: "Fellow Taoists, why don't you help me quickly?"
A large amount of blood mist spurted out around the Netherworld Leader, and eighteen thin lines flashed across his eyebrows.
Ji Hao remembered that when he was at the auction house, the Nether Cult Master once had such lines flashing between his eyebrows. Now, as the Nether Cult leader roared, the eighteen stripes of lines twisted and changed, and a dozen figures suddenly jumped out of the blood mist around him.
"Fellow Taoist Blood Pond, don't panic. Look, Taoist Taoist Daoshan is here to help you!" The Taoist who looked exactly like the Blood Pond Prison Body and was also wearing a black robe laughed loudly. With a finger, there was a full-body structure in the air. The metal mountain composed of countless sharp knives crashed down with an ear-piercing scream.
This metal mountain is thousands of miles high, and its entire body is densely covered with countless cold and sharp knives.
The mountain fell from a high altitude, and the closer it got to Da Xiaoyao's body, the size of the mountain of knives shrank rapidly. When it was about to hit Da Xiaoyao, the mountain of knives had shrunk to only a dozen feet in size, but the sharp blade on the mountain of knives The cold air is getting colder and sharper, and it is unstoppable.
"Broken!" Da Xiaoyao waved his hand triumphantly, and the Dragon Horn Sword made a low sound of breaking the wind. With a 'chi' sound, the mountain of swords smashed down above his head was split into two pieces. She then held the sword in both hands and slashed wildly. The mountain of swords was cut into pieces, and exploded into countless iron slag that scattered all over the sky.
"What a cruel woman!" Taoist Master Daoshan exclaimed, "Fellow Taoist Blood Pool, why did you provoke such a cruel woman?"
"You and I are one, what's the difference between what I provoke and what you provoke?" Taoist Master Xuechi shouted: "I also ask fellow Taoists to join forces..."
Before he finished speaking, another black-clothed Taoist smiled happily and said: "The sword in this woman's hand is quite mysterious. It looks a bit like the Ancestral Dragon Dragon Horn Sword enshrined by the Dragon Clan? Hey, let the poor Taoist Mopan come. Try it!"
With a finger of this man's hand, the void shook violently, and two huge black millstones whizzed up and down, tightly confining Da Xiaoyao in mid-air. The huge millstone with a diameter of thousands of miles rotated rapidly, causing the entire void to vibrate violently.
The two millstones spurted out large black winds and entangled Da Xiaoyao tightly. The upper and lower millstones, accompanied by a deafening sound, crushed you hard against Da Xiaoyao. Looking at this posture, even if it is a Vajra body, it will be crushed into pieces if it is rolled in by this millstone.
"Broken!" Da Xiaoyao grinned disdainfully, swung the Dragon Horn Sword with both hands and slashed upwards and downwards. Hearing a loud noise, the two huge millstones were split into four pieces, and then there were countless sword lights. was torn into pieces.
"Kill!" Da Xiaoyao brought up an afterimage, swaying with sword light, and continued to kill the eighteen prison bodies of the Netherworld Cult Master.
"Ouch, this girl is so fierce!" The Eighteen Prison Body of the Netherworld Cult Leader kept sending out some weird magic weapons, but they were all easily chopped into pieces by Da Xiaoyao.
(End of chapter)