I don't know how much time has passed. I looked down and saw that the ground below could no longer be seen clearly. It turned into an abyss. The wind was roaring and a red storm swept across the sky and the earth. The sky was no longer visible, and the earth was no longer visible. My ears were filled with the endless roar of swords. It was as if the whole world was filled with endless long swords of cold light.
As long as he falls, under such great pressure from heaven and earth, even Ding Hao will probably fall into pieces and become the first Grandmaster realm expert in history to lose his footing and fall to his death.
Ding Hao must ensure that he takes every step very steadily.
In order not to be knocked down by the terrifying red storm from the blade steps less than one meter wide.
I don’t know how long I walked, but it was already evening.
The blood moon appeared in the sky, the red storm finally began to subside, the wind disappeared, and the endless bloody light filled the earth. Standing on a high place and looking down, the earth was covered with blood light, and countless metal fragments were frantically absorbing this blood light. , it was like a raging sea of blood, submerging the endless remains of swords and weapons.
Without the intrusion of the strong wind, Ding Hao finally felt a little more relaxed.
In order to reach the top as soon as possible, he did not stop to absorb the essence of the blood moon, but continued to climb.
The two little guys, Xie Yue and Meng Meng, shamelessly stood on Ding Hao's shoulders, one on the left and the other on the right. Without any effort, one transformed into a moonlit wolf cat, howling and swallowing the blood moonlight, while the other still swung his tail. He happily puffed out bubbles and absorbed the brilliance of the blood moon, not to be outdone.
Ji Yingqi lay quietly on Ding Hao's back, holding a handkerchief in her hand, and kept wiping the sweat from Ding Hao's forehead.
In fact, this handkerchief was already soaked.
Stopping and going like this, another night passed in the blink of an eye.
But when the blood moon disappeared, Gangfeng never appeared again.
Ding Hao lowered his head and looked down. He could no longer see the ground below. A red cloud like a surging blood cloud enveloped everything. He knew very well that according to the terminology of the meteorology of his previous life, he was We have stepped out of the troposphere and arrived at the stratosphere. There will be no storms in the void at this height.
One night passed.
Ding Hao's steps became more and more staggering, but he also became more and more determined.
His physical strength was about to be exhausted, and his body seemed to have lost consciousness. He just walked towards the top of the knife tower step by step mechanically and instinctively, but the call of the blood connection in his heart became increasingly clear.
The top of the knife tower is already in sight.
Sit down one last time for luck pranayama, then pick up the pace and move forward.
Finally, an hour later, Ding Hao reached the peak of the sword tower.
Finally reaching the top, he almost knelt down with a thud. He put his hands on the backs of several long knives and breathed heavily. His whole body was dripping with sweat. It took him a long time to regain some strength. When he looked up, he found that behind the knife tower The top is a platform with a diameter of no more than ten meters, composed of the backs of countless long knives, neat and smooth.
A bloody rock lay quietly on the platform.
It was like a ball of blood that had solidified and dried up.
Ding Hao's eyes immediately froze.
But what attracted him was not the blood-colored rock, but a long knife stuck on the blood-colored rock.
This is a long knife with a light red appearance. The handle is red and can be held by both hands. The blade is about thirty centimeters wide and is quietly inserted into the blood rock. Only a small section is exposed outside the blood rock. There was a faint, indescribable demonic energy emanating from the blade, and traces of blood could be seen lingering around the blade.
The calling power that is vaguely connected by blood is emanating from this magic sword.
I don't know why, but at this moment, Ding Hao had an inexplicable illusion, as if this sword had gone through thousands of years and countless prehistoric eras, lying here, just waiting for his appearance at this moment.
A force surged inside.
Ding Hao subconsciously moved forward step by step, and before he knew it, he came to the blood-colored rock and reached out to grab the hilt of the magic knife.
At this moment—
Buzz!
The rusty sword that had been silent suddenly began to tremble violently in Ding Hao's right hand.
This was an unprecedented crazy tremor. Ding Hao's wrists were numb and he could hardly hold it.
In the end, the rusty sword finally broke away from Ding Hao's control.
It turned into a stream of light and flew directly out of the hand. Without the power of Xuanqi, the rust on it fell off automatically, revealing the flawless sword body as crystal clear as jade. It released immeasurable light and was completely and completely resurrected. An indescribably powerful and terrifying power was released from the sword body, as if it was the master of this world.
Silver light shines.
A strange atmosphere filled the air.
At this moment, something incredible happened.
Almost at the same time, all the broken swords in the entire ninth section of the ancient journey to the west reacted, and they also let out waves of sword chanting sounds as if they were responding to the sudden power of the rusty sword.
The sword roared like a dragon.
Between heaven and earth, various swords with broken bodies slowly floated up.
Ding Hao was shocked and had difficulty understanding what was happening in front of him.
Ever since I picked up this rusty sword in the garbage area of the back mountain cliff, I have never seen it undergo such a change. It changed from its previous normal state to actively emitting such terrifying power. The power of the gods contained in it , is it really going to make a complete recovery
This kind of power is really terrifying.
It seems that as long as the rusty sword is willing, a ray of sword light can destroy this small world in an instant.
However, Ding Hao could feel that the power of the rusty sword was protecting him intentionally or unintentionally.
Otherwise, with the almost supreme power released by the rusty sword at this time, just a trace of it can instantly turn him into ashes.
The rusty sword showed its power and aimed at the magic knife from a distance.
The next moment, before Ding Hao could react, at the same time, as if stimulated by the rusty sword, the magic sword on the blood-colored rock suddenly trembled crazily, and the sound of the sword resounded throughout the sky, like nine days. Like a dragon roaring, he came to life instantly!
Clang, Clang, Clang!
Amidst the thundering sound of metal, the magic knife swayed and automatically pulled out inch by inch from the blood-colored rock, slowly revealing its true body.
Ding Hao was so close that he could clearly see the entirety of the magic sword for the first time.
To his great surprise, the magic knife was not complete.
It is broken.
Only two-thirds of the blade was left, and the remaining one-third was broken off. The fracture was incomplete, and a section of the blade's tip had gone to an unknown place. This was a broken knife without a tip.
What's even weirder is that it's not just the blade that's not broken enough.
Even the remaining blade of the blade, which is still connected to the handle, is smooth, but also tattered, with clearly visible cracks. It breaks directly, and the scene on the opposite side can be seen through the cracks. Between the gaps, there are only a few traces of blood that look like rust, as if it would fall apart immediately with a slight exertion or a gust of wind.
But the power coming from the broken blade was simply jaw-dropping.
Ding Hao clearly saw that when the blade was completely pulled out inch by inch from the blood rock, the simple and simple blood flame inscriptions flickered on the broken blade. Only then did he understand that the magic sword that held it together was not broken in the end. The red mark that opened is the blood flame inscription.
When the blood flame inscription flickered to the extreme, a thin blood curtain appeared, and a complete bloody sword appeared.
This demonic sword was like the birth of a devil, and it immediately bloomed with supreme power that could resist the rusty sword.
The bloody light filled the air, and the bloody storm in the whole world stopped. All the metal fragments of the broken swords, as if they had received the call of the emperor, slowly floated up, faintly gathering towards the sword tower, like a pilgrimage. .
Ding Hao felt that his brain was a bit exhausted.
The Rusty Sword and the Demonic Sword were in vague opposition, as if they were two supreme beings who dominated the world, fighting in a separate court.
The surrounding sky and the broken swords on the entire ancient road were trembling crazily.
Layers of invisible aura erupted from the rusty sword and the magic knife, surging out in all directions like a furious wave, setting off layers of lead cloud-like air waves, turbulent throughout the world, the sky and the earth. The space barrier began to tremble, and it was obvious that it could no longer withstand the power erupted from the pair of swords, and it might break and collapse at any time.
However, these two swords seemed to take great care of Ding Hao.
The power they released could destroy all living things in the world, making the world tremble, and it was enough to instantly turn countless powerful Martial Emperors into ashes, but it did not affect Ding Hao.
"You..." Ding Hao was about to say something.
The next moment.
call out!
Buzz!
The rusty sword and the magic sword instantly turned into two streams of light, soaring into the sky, directly cutting through the void, cutting through the space barrier, leaving a shocking space fracture in the sky, constantly intertwining and colliding with each other, constantly It collided with the ground and attacked, then disappeared without a trace.
Their power has not disappeared from this world.
In this world of broken swords, all weapons are still trembling and mourning.
Ding Hao stared at the sky blankly, his mind going blank.
He vaguely felt that it was not the first time that the Rusty Sword and the Demonic Sword had met, and there was a sense of deja vu.
Could it be that there was any grudge between them
Could it be that there was a story between them that was about to be lost in the long river of time
Time passes minute by minute.
A full half day passed in the blink of an eye.
Ding Hao sat cross-legged on the top of the knife tower, adjusting his breath with luck, but he began to feel anxious in his heart.
The rusty sword is the biggest trump card around him, and apart from its terrifying power, since he traveled to this world, the first weapon and companion he saw was this rusty sword. If he lost it, he would still feel I really feel a bit reluctant to let go, like losing an old friend—
One more piece for Klipsch.
By the way, please ask for a guaranteed monthly ticket. The new month has begun. Last month, we failed. It was not a crime of war. Even if we lost, we lost openly. This month, we will continue to attack.