Shi Zhiyi heard the sound of his rib fractured.

Then the throat was sweet, and the blood mist spewed out from the sky.

The tips of his hair, his lips, the placket of his clothes, and the originally dark gray sword body of Qingshao Sword were all blood-red.

Even the scenery in front of him seemed to turn red.

Helian Mingzhi's roar came from his ears, but he couldn't hear what he was roaring.

Shi Zhiyi was still standing upright, blocking in front of Helian Mingzhi, but his figure seemed to be about to fall down at any time.

Sun Weiqing looked at the two who were seriously injured and unable to fight again, and prepared the final blow.

For him, although there were many unexpected things tonight, it was finally a thrill.

After this sword, whether it is the young man of the Fengqiang clan or the young man with a mysterious origin, they will be buried in this space, under this forest of blades.

Just like his wife.

Just then, there was a buzzing sound in his ears.

It's not the sound of a steel arrow breaking through the air, but it seems to be ......

Shiver.

Countless blades trembled.

In front of his eyes, in the entire Sword Gu Altar, the handles of knives, swords, spears, and Fang Tian halberds ...... All of them trembled, as if summoned by a mysterious power in the void, as if they were about to break through the ground!

This tremor is the excitement and shock from the heart, and it is the waiting of fate that spans thousands of years.

It's like a stream that flows thousands of miles and finally sees the sea

Like a group of loyal soldiers, they met their supreme emperor!

Sun Weiqing looked at a saint-grade Fang Tian halberd that was trembling not far in front of him.

It was clear that this Fang Heavenly Halberd was one of the best among the hundreds of thousands of blades, so it was left in the closest position to this huge stalactite pillar.

It is conceivable that thousands or tens of thousands of years ago, it must have had a peerless and powerful master who once drank the blood in the throats of countless enemies.

After thousands of years of fighting for this sword Gu altar, it had absorbed the essence and will of countless blades, and between the blades, there was a faint trace of dazzling brilliance.

The moment Sun Weiqing noticed it, this glimmer of brilliance suddenly dimmed.

The dimness was so complete that Sun Weiqing had an illusion, as if this Fang Tian Halberd had died in front of his eyes.

Sun Weiqing blinked, not understanding why he had such an illusion.

But in the blink of an eye!

When his eyes opened again, he realized that it was not an illusion.

This Fang Heavenly Halberd is really dead.

Its essence, qi, and spirit all left its body in the blink of an eye.

There was a hollow body left, which turned into ashes under Sun Weiqing's gaze.

This mass of ashes maintained the shape of Fang Tian's halberd, as if it was stunned for a moment, and then fell down.

In this cave that is hundreds of zhang wide and I don't know how long, all the blades, hundreds of thousands, maybe millions of saint-level and spirit-level blades, and even the two storm crossbows that were still on the ground by Shi Zhiyi and the others just now, were stunned for a moment at that moment.

Then, all to ashes!

Stir up smoke and dust in the sky!

Looking at this scene, Sun Weiqing's hand holding the Heavenly Waterfall Sword couldn't help but tremble.

Fortunately, the Celestial Waterfall was not like the other blades, but was still tightly held in his palm.

However, Sun Weiqing didn't dare to move again, for fear that this supreme blade, which had accompanied him for more than ten years, would leave him.

Countless blades, like that Fang Heavenly Halberd, sacrificed all their essence and spirit at that moment.

Sun Weiqing said that this is an altar, a space for those low-level weapons to sacrifice to high-level people. But for some unknown reason, the process was delayed, and it was carried out quite slowly, so slowly that after 10,000 years, the worst battle axe in this space was still able to stand with its head held high.

Perhaps, it is the absence of some key elements in the formation;

Perhaps, the original intention of this formation was not to raise the blades closest to the stone pillars. Their strength is nothing more than an unconscious result of this altar.

These million blades, peerless formations, and mysterious spaces seem to have been silently waiting for something for thousands of years.

And now, that thing has appeared.

......

......

Shi Zhiyi, who barely maintained his standing posture and did not fall, suddenly felt a powerful and incomparable energy coming from the hilt of the sword!

This energy is so pure, but it is full of invincible edge and indomitable spirit!

This energy traveled along his right arm to his chest, left arm, and dantian...... and every nook and cranny of his body.

Wherever the energy went, all the injuries Shi Zhiyi had suffered in the battle just now had recovered! The broken ribs on his chest had completely healed, and even the blood that had been lost in the battle just now was being recreated!

When Shi Zhiyi was not injured in any other way, this energy still flowed into his body from the hilt of the sword, blending into his muscles, tendons, bones, and viscera, turning into stars and sinking into the deepest part of the night!

There were more and more stars, so that the deep night seemed to be unable to envelop them, and they rippled violently.

Another starlight fell.

Falling on the night that had reached a tipping point.

It's like a needle that falls on the surface of a balloon that has swelled to the limit.

The night, which seemed to have existed for eternity, suddenly disappeared.

A masterpiece of light.

If the dawn breaks.

A stream of crystal energy seeped out from Shi Zhiyi's already swollen muscles and bones.

Like the honey that flows naturally from the fullest fruit.

This energy flowed into his originally empty meridians, nourishing every inch of the meridian wall that had dried up for sixteen years.

The energy is getting more and more, spreading farther along the meridian walls.

Finally, the energy was connected end to end, like a stream when the rainy season came, gathering countless raindrops and rushing happily in the meridians.

Ten years after embarking on the path of cultivation, Shi Zhiyi finally entered the realm of dawn at the age of sixteen and half a month. Although I dare not say that it is unprecedented, it is definitely rare to see in a thousand years. If a sixteen-year-old transcendent martial artist does not die in the process of growing up, then his future will be unimaginable!

Not to mention the uncertain possibilities in the future, just the changes that have just taken place have already made Shi Zhiyi reborn, like a new life!

As soon as dawn breaks, the long night has become a thing of the past, and it has entered a new world!

Like Shi Zhiyi, the new life was ushered in, as well as the Qingshao Sword in his hand.

This dark gray long sword, which was forged by Shi Xuanlai, the ancestor of the Shi family, and passed down from generation to generation in the hands of the Shi family, is actually one of the strongest divine weapons in the world. This can be seen from the fact that it overwhelms the Heavenly Waterfall and becomes the core of the energy vortex.

For thousands of years, it has slit the throats of countless demons, and it has also drunk the blood of countless human races.

But even when it was forged and held in the palm of the palm by the god-level powerhouse Shi Xuanlai, it was always that inconspicuous dark gray color, which has never changed.

Even for a moment.

But the moment the essence and will of nearly a million blades turned into an invisible energy that entered its sword body, the Qingshao Sword unexpectedly became more brilliant than ever. The blade of the sword flickered, like a crystal shining in the sun, and the brilliance flowed. Even if Shi Xuanlai is resurrected, I am afraid that he will not recognize this portable sword that has accompanied him for hundreds of years.

After devouring the invisible but ubiquitous mysterious energy in the cave like a long whale absorbing water, the Qingshao Sword slowly changed back to a dark gray appearance, as if nothing had happened. But if you look closely, you can see that its sword body seems a little more illusory than before.

All this happened seemed to be a long time, but in fact, from the humming sound of the countless blades to the time when the Qingshao Sword had swallowed up the energy in the space, and Shi Zhiyi had advanced to the transcendent realm, only a few breaths had passed in between.

In addition to himself, Sun Weiqing and Helian Mingzhi were still looking at the dust flying in the sky in a daze, not knowing what was going on. The first flickering of the Qingshao Sword in more than a thousand years was also submerged in the dust, and no one saw it.

Shi Zhiyi took out an elixir from the space of the bronze ring, threw it into Helian Mingzhi's mouth that opened wide because of surprise with his backhand, and then disappeared into the flying dust in Helian Mingzhi's shocked gaze.