I don't know how much time has passed, looking down, the ground can no longer be seen clearly, it has become an abyss, the wind is howling, the red storm has swept the heaven and the earth, the sky is not visible, the earth is not visible, and the ears are full of endless sword groans, as if the world is only left with endless cold light long knives.

As long as he falls, under such great pressure from heaven and earth, even Ding Hao is afraid that he will fall into a meat patty, and he will become the first great grandmaster realm powerhouse in history to fall to his death.

Ding Hao must ensure that he walks very steadily and steadily at every step.

In order not to be swept down by the terrible red storm from the bladed steps less than a meter wide.

I don't know how long it took to walk, but it was already evening.

The blood moon appeared in the sky, the red storm finally began to stop, the wind disappeared, and the endless blood-colored 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, just like a raging sea of blood, drowning the endless sword weapon remnants.

Without the intrusion of Gangfeng, Ding Hao finally felt a little more relaxed.

In order to reach the summit early, he did not stop to absorb the power of the Blood Moon Essence, but continued to climb.

The two little guys, Evil Moon and Meng Meng, stood on Ding Hao's shoulders shamelessly, one was incarnated as a wolf cat on a moonlit night, howling and devouring the blood moonlight, and the other was still flicking his tail and spitting bubbles happily, absorbing the blood moonlight, not to be left behind.

Ji Yingqi lay quietly on Ding Hao's back, holding a handkerchief in her hand, and constantly wiped the sweat on Ding Hao's forehead.

In fact, this handkerchief has already been soaked.

This stops and goes, and in the blink of an eye, another night passes.

However, when the Blood Moon disappeared, Gangfeng never reappeared.

Ding Hao looked down, the ground below was no longer visible, a red cloud like a surging blood mass, shrouded everything, he knew very well in his heart, according to the terminology of meteorology in his previous life, he had walked out of the troposphere and came to the stratosphere, and there would be no storm in the void at this height.

The night passed.

Ding Hao's steps became more and more faltering, but he was also becoming more and more determined.

His physical strength was about to run out, his body seemed to have lost consciousness, and he just walked towards the top of the dot tower step by step, but the sense of the call of blood in his heart became clearer and clearer.

The pinnacle of the Dota is already in sight.

Sit down one last time to pranayama, then pick up speed and move forward.

Finally, an hour later, Ding Hao reached the pinnacle of this turret.

Finally reached the top, he almost knelt down directly with a pop, his hands on the backs of several long knives, breathing heavily, drenched in sweat, and it took a long time to recover some physical strength slightly, and when he looked up, he found that the top of the turret was a platform with a diameter of no more than ten meters composed of the backs of countless long knives, neat and smooth.

A blood-colored rock lay silently on the platform.

It was as if it was a mass of clotted and dried blood.

Ding Hao's eyes immediately froze.

However, it was not the blood-colored rock that attracted him, but a long knife stuck in the blood-colored rock.

This is a long knife with a pale red appearance, the handle is red, it can be held by both hands, the blade is about thirty centimeters wide, quietly inserted in the blood rock, only a small part is exposed outside the blood-colored rock, there is a faint indescribable demonic energy, emanating from the knife body, and a trace of blood light can be seen with the naked eye around the knife body.

The calling power of the bloodline that was like nothing emanated from this magic knife.

I don't know why, at this moment, Ding Hao had an inexplicable illusion, as if this knife had gone through thousands of years and countless flood eras, lying here, just waiting for his appearance at this moment.

A force swells within.

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 handle of the magic knife.

At this very moment-

Buzz!

The rusty sword, which had been silent, suddenly trembled violently in Ding Hao's right hand.

This was an unprecedented crazy tremor, and Ding Hao's wrists were numb, and he almost couldn't hold it.

In the end, the Rusty Sword finally broke free from Ding Hao's control.

It turned into a streamer of light and flew out of its hand directly, without the drive of the power of Xuan Qi, the rust on it automatically fell off, revealing a flawless sword body as clear as jade, releasing immeasurable light, completely resurrected, and a terrifying force so powerful that it was indescribably released from the sword body, as if it was the master of this world.

Silver shines.

A strange aura permeated.

At this moment, the unthinkable happened.

Almost at the same time, all the broken swords in the entire ninth section of the Journey to the West Ancient Road had an induction, as if in response to the sudden power of the rusty sword, there was also a tidal wave of sword groans.

The sword roared like a dragon.

Between heaven and earth, all kinds of swords with broken bodies slowly floated.

Ding Hao was taken aback, and it was a little difficult to understand what was happening in front of him.

Since I picked up this rusty sword in the garbage area of the cliff in the back mountain, I have never seen it undergo such a mutation, and it has changed its previous state of no abnormality, and took the initiative to emit such a terrifying power, and the gods contained in it are powerful, does it really want to be completely revived?

This power is simply terrifying.

It seems that as long as the Rusty Sword is willing, a wisp of sword light will be able to 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 transcendent power released by the Rusty Sword at this time, with just a trace of it, it could instantly turn itself into flying ashes.

The rusty sword was mighty, and it was aimed at the magic knife from afar.

In the next moment, before Ding Hao could react, at the same time, it seemed to be stimulated by the rusty sword, and the magic knife on the blood-colored rock suddenly trembled wildly, and the sound of a knife roar resounded through the sky, like the roar of the Nine Heavens Divine Dragon, and it came to life in an instant!

Boom!

With a earth-shattering sound of metal, the magic knife swollen and automatically pulled out inch by inch from the blood-colored rock, slowly revealing its true body.

Ding Hao was so close, so he saw the whole picture of the magic knife clearly for the first time.

To his great surprise, the Magic Knife was not complete.

It's broken.

Only two-thirds of the blade remained, and the remaining one-third was broken, the fracture was incomplete, and the tip of the knife did not know where it went, this was a broken knife without a blade.

What's even more bizarre is that it's not just the blade that doesn't break enough.

Even the remaining blade that was still attached to the hilt, although smooth, was also tattered, cracking a series of clearly visible cracks, directly broken, you can see the opposite scene through the gaps, between the gaps, only a little bit of rust-like blood-colored traces connected, as if as long as a little force, or a gust of wind blowing, it immediately fell apart.

But the power that came out of the shattered blade was simply jaw-dropping.

Ding Hao clearly saw that when the blade of the knife was completely pulled out inch by inch from the blood rock, the simple and simple blood flame inscriptions flashed on the broken blade, and he realized that the red traces that held the magic knife together and did not crack in the end were this blood flame inscription.

When this blood flame inscription flickered to the extreme, a thin blood curtain appeared, faintly conjuring up a complete blood-colored war knife.

This magic sword was like the birth of a demon god, and it immediately bloomed with the supreme power that was enough to fight against the rusty sword.

The blood light spread, and the blood-colored storm of the whole world stopped, and all the metal fragments of the broken knife, as if they had received the call of the emperor, also slowly floated, faintly converging towards the Dota, as if making a pilgrimage.

Ding Hao felt that his brain was a little insufficient.

The rusty sword and the magic sword are faintly opposed, as if they are two supreme beings who dominate the world, fighting each other.

The four wild heavenly domes, the broken swords of the entire ancient road, were trembling and screaming wildly.

Layers of invisible aura erupted from the rusty sword and the magic knife, surging out in all directions like a raging wave, setting off layers of lead cloud-like qi waves, surging the entire world, the sky and the earth, and even the spatial barrier began to tremble, obviously unable to withstand the power that erupted from this pair of swords, and it could be broken and collapsed at any time.

However, these two swords seem to take great care of Ding Hao.

The power they released that could destroy all living beings in the world made the world tremble, enough to instantly turn countless Martial Emperor and Martial Emperor powerhouses into ashes, but it did not affect Ding Hao.

"You ......" Ding Hao was about to say something.

The next moment.

Shout!

Airplanes!

The rusty sword and the magic knife instantly turned into two streamers, soaring into the sky, directly cutting through the void, cutting through the space barrier, leaving a shocking spatial fracture in the sky, constantly intertwining and colliding with each other, constantly colliding and attacking, and then disappearing without a trace.

Their power has not disappeared in this world.

In this world of broken swords, all the weapons are still trembling and screaming.

Ding Hao stared blankly at the sky, his mind blank.

He vaguely felt that between the rusty sword and the magic knife, it should not be the first time they met, and there was a sense of déjà vu.

Could it be that there was any kind of 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?

Minutes and seconds passed.

In the blink of an eye, half a day passed.

Ding Hao sat cross-legged on the top of the Dotta, his luck was adjusted, but his heart began to be anxious.

The rusty sword is the biggest hole card around him, and in addition to its terrible power, since he crossed into this world, the first weapon and partner he saw was this rusty sword, if he lost it, he was really a little reluctant in his heart, just like losing an old friend.

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