A gray sky, with a bit of melancholy, the pale earth, full of criss-crossing cracks, like a broken glass mirror, the breeze is boiling, the dead grass and leaves are fluttering, and the dust is fluttering away.

There was a dead silence all around, not even the sound of insects, only the faint aqua blue light added a bit of vitality and light to this desolate world independent of the Wuji Continent.

Zhao Xiaochen stood at the narrow entrance of the cave and looked up, and exclaimed slightly, a mountain peak was majestically blocking his way, no, it was a sword peak, a sword peak that towered into the clouds and was filled with thousands of rusty iron swords.

The sword peak was halfway up the mountain, and the swords of different sizes seemed to start from the halfway point of the mountainside, extending all the way to the foot of the mountain, and it actually extended strangely to Zhao Xiaochen's feet.

"You're here, come up!"

A low but majestic voice sounded from the depths of the firmament and spread out in all directions.

Zhao Xiaochen frowned, looking at the iron swords all over the mountains, the chill was born from his heart, the cold hair stood up, a gust of cold wind blew, and his body and mind were afraid.

What should I do? There are so many swords, and they are so high, they can't climb up at all!

With a light sigh, Zhao Xiaochen's face began to change, hesitating, and after a while, he took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind. Spreading his legs, he stepped cautiously over the iron sword in front of him, tilted into the ground.

The iron swords are not all upright and inserted on the ground, some are upright and some are tilted, very chaotic, irregular, and not of ordinary size, creating the intricate terrain of the entire sword peak, which makes people frightened and retreated.

Zhao Xiaochen picked up his feet, cautiously, step by step, and slowly moved forward. Zhao Xiaochen can only be careful and careful, such an environment is too complicated, if you are not careful, it will be easy to cut yourself, even if they are already full of embroidery, but they are still swords!

Over time......

Finally, Zhao Xiaochen came to the foot of Sword Peak, panting for thick breathing, and wiped the sweat on his face with his sleeve. It took him half an hour to walk the small distance from the entrance of the cave to the foot of the mountain, and you can imagine how easy it was for him to walk this short distance.

Looking up, the Jianfeng Mountain is steep, the mountain road is even more winding and undulating, it is not ideal to climb up only with your legs, you must use the iron sword inserted in the Jianfeng to climb up, thinking of this, Zhao Xiaochen raised his sleeves, revealing his young but calloused hands, stretched out his hand, and grabbed the hilt of the iron sword in front of him.

With a slight jump, he climbed up, grabbed the iron sword hilt above him again with both hands, and stepped on the iron sword hilt below with his feet, and climbed up little by little, suddenly, he frowned, and there was a stinging pain in his palm, Zhao Xiaochen let go of his left hand that grabbed the hilt, only to see a small cut in the palm of his hand, and blood slowly oozing out.

The wound seemed to have been cut by something sharp like rusty iron thorns, and it seemed that he could only be more careful, Zhao Xiaochen grabbed the hilt of the sword again and climbed up, but it was obviously much more careful than just now.

However, it didn't take long for his face to change greatly, and there was a sharp pain in his left thigh, he looked down and saw that a ten-centimeter-long cut was cut on his thigh, blood flowed sideways, stained red with gray cloth, and cold sweat like tears slipped down his forehead.

"Don't be sluggish, come up quickly. ”

That majestic voice sounded from the depths of the sky again, and the tone was obviously impatient.

Hearing this, Zhao Xiaochen gritted his teeth and continued to climb up, he could feel that there was a pair of eyes in the depths of the sky staring at him tightly, staring at his every move, so that he didn't dare to relax, and he had been waiting for this day for a long time, even if it was difficult, he would not be able to give up.

With his head down, he kept climbing up, and there were more and more wounds on Zhao Xiaochen's body, and the rough miscellaneous clothes he wore on his body also became tattered, and a blood mark appeared under his body, and the blood mark became longer and longer as Zhao Xiaochen climbed.

Tick tock!

Perhaps, God is really not beautiful.

Pearl-sized raindrops actually fell from the sky, drenching Zhao Xiaochen through, and the blood stains on the cloth were washed clean. Blood and rain mingled and rushed down the mountain, washing the red-stained iron sword to shine.

He felt that his body was gradually getting cold, but it was not because of the rain, he was also a cultivator of the fifth layer of the Gathering Spirit, although he was half-disabled, but his physical fitness was definitely good, it was impossible to feel cold because of such a little rain, all this was obviously caused by excessive blood loss, he had been extremely careful to dodge, but he was always inadvertently cut by the sword blade, and he couldn't dodge.

The only thing to be thankful for is that although the wound was long and painful, it was extremely shallow in depth, and it only cut through the skin, and did not hurt the muscles and bones. The iron sword inserted in the sword peak was also very strong, and there was no breakage, not even a slight break, so that Zhao Xiaochen didn't have to worry about whether it would fall down at all.

All that needs to be paid is physical strength and endurance.

Zhao Xiaochen gasped for heavy breathing, his body was weak, the strength in his body was almost exhausted, he raised his head tiredly, revealing a miserable white face, bloodless lips and eyes with a bright light, he looked up, the firm eyes and face were stunned, only to see a dark cloud appear in his eyes.

I don't know when, Zhao Xiaochen has climbed halfway up the mountain, and he was almost buried in this jet-black curtain, the corners of his mouth pulled out a joyful smile, as soon as he raised his legs, stepped on it, and jumped, the whole person was swallowed up by dark clouds............

The clouds are thick and overlapping.

A young head protruded from the billowing clouds, revealing his tattered clothes and scarred body. The boy kept climbing up, and from time to time, his thin body was drawn with bloody lights, but he seemed to be unaware of the pain, and climbed up regardless of it.

The young boy raised his head and stared at the front with a fiery expression, and there seemed to be something there that attracted him deeply, and he could not extricate himself.

A simple and ancient purple sword, erected on the top of the mountain, it seems to be the king of the sword, the king of the world, there is no sword around it, all the swords on the sword peak are its subjects, subject to its feet.

(I ask for collection, scatter flowers to support.) ）