However, this sense of loss did not last long in her heart, but after a while, this sense of loss was swept away.

She rubbed her neck and walked a little stiffly towards it.

When she stood below and looked up, she still couldn't help but have a headache.

Gritting her teeth, she snorted and climbed up again.

Although it can save a lot of effort by flying directly, she can't fly in this place.

She'd also tried Edgeworth, flying straight to it with a bang. But as soon as she walked together, she was suddenly slapped to the ground by that coercion.

By the way, it's still the one with your face on the ground.

As soon as she remembered her unsightly landing position, she felt that her face hurt terribly.

I don't know how long I climbed, but I finally got to the position where I was stopped before.

Zhuohua tried to move forward, and found that the barrier was still there, blocking her way tightly.

As soon as his mind moved, the morning sun had already swished out. The sword trembled incessantly, as a way to express its agitation.

Zhuo Hua smiled lightly, and his jade fingers flicked the sword body of "Chaoyang".

"Ding!" The slightly crisp sound spreads to the surroundings, which makes people's hearts shake.

Zhuo Hua held the hilt of the sword in his hand, and a trace of warmth crossed his heart.

Chaoyang stopped shaking in an instant, and was obediently held in Zhuohua's hand, waiting for her domination.

Zhuo Hua's arm was raised slightly, his footsteps moved slightly, and he silently recited the sword technique in his heart. The long sword slashed through the air in a graceful arc, stirring up the surrounding airflow a little chaotic.

The sword qi brought up Zhuohua's hair slightly, and Zhuohua's beautiful eyes froze, and her eyes suddenly became very sharp.

The sword qi burst through the air and flew forward, as if it was about to crush everything.

"Click."

A slight cracking sound rang out around her, flickering and flickering.

Zhuohua felt as if a slight wind was blowing around him. Blowing tickles her cheeks.

"Click."

It wasn't until the voice completely disappeared that Zhuo Hua continued to move upward.

This time, the barrier that was blocking her vanished without a trace, and it seemed that the end was not far ahead of her.

It's just that the road seems to be getting longer and longer, and the end seems to be within reach, but in fact it is out of reach.

This path is not an illusion, and it no longer has the same strong pressure as before, just an ordinary ladder.

Zhuohua felt like a mortal at this time, his heart was beating rapidly, his chest was constantly rising and falling, and his cheeks seemed to be able to feel the hot air spurting from his nose.

The scene in front of her was a little weak, and the world was shaking slightly in her eyes.

Sweat dripped down her cheeks from her forehead, and there was an indiscrete "click" on the jade-like steps.

Zhuohua didn't know how long she had been walking, she felt her legs trembling slightly, and her palms were already sweating finely.

She was hanging on her breath at this moment, walking forward stiffly, like a walking corpse.

The feeling of never reaching her goal, the powerlessness of having hope and falling into disappointment again and again, made her want to give up countless times.

But she gritted her teeth and continued to hold on.

It wasn't until later that she didn't just use her legs. It's about using both hands and feet, moving forward with difficulty.

She had a tinnitus in her ears, her face was a little bloodshot, and her brain seemed to be a little deprived of oxygen.

I don't know how long it took, Zhuohua finally climbed to the last step of the stairs.

A strange glowing door appeared in front of her eyes.

Her teeth bit her lower lip tightly, and then, pushing hard.