I calmed down and climbed a lot faster, and soon I was about 20 meters away.

But upwards, the mountain changes a lot, first of all, the shape becomes thinner, and naturally it becomes steeper.

Fortunately, on the rock wall above, there are many rusty ancient swords.

I looked at what seemed to be a sword in a pit.

But there are also many empty pits, and the swords in them seem to have been taken.

The remaining swords can be seen to be decayed with the naked eye, and it seems that they are about to be broken as soon as the wind blows, and they dare not borrow their strength at all.

At about fifty meters, the mountain is not only steeper, but also unusually smooth, and it is impossible to go up without the help of the sword inserted in it.

The Seven Killing Sword, which had been shaking, was now quiet, for fear that I would be distracted.

I looked up and wanted to plan a route, but I lay on the rock wall and saw a dense protruding ancient sword.

The visible field of view is only three or four meters, and even if I plan the route of three or four meters, after climbing up, I don't know what the road ahead is.

I feel that the difficulty of Sword Peak is just the beginning.

I didn't dare to stay too long, because the Dao Qi in my body was suppressed, and every second I lay on the rock wall was also consuming my physical strength.

I tried to grab a rusty ancient sword, but before I could grab it, the rotten hilt scattered to ashes, startling me.

I had no choice but to try to grab the sword.

As a result, the rust on the sword body was like a pinprick, and it was all pierced into the flesh with a little force, which not only hurt, but also itched, which was very uncomfortable.

I withdrew my hand and padded my sleeve, trying to overwhelm the rust pinprick on it.

As a result, the rust on it is harder, like a steel needle.

Creak!

I was a little strange, and when I touched it with my hands, the rust became soft again.

It can be seen that these seemingly rusty iron swords are not as simple as they seem on the surface.

It seems to be a spirit.

Or rather, this sword peak has spirituality.

After testing it twice, I didn't dare to pad things, endured the itch and pain of rust in my hands, and continued to climb up.

However, when I stepped on it, the soles of my feet suddenly loosened, and the rusty blade of the sword cut directly through the soles of my shoes and cut them on the soles of my feet, so frightened that I took my feet back as soon as possible.

It wasn't until this moment that I understood why Seven Kills took the initiative to admit the Lord when they heard that I was going to Sword Peak.

She didn't want me to pay for her.

But when I think of what she said on the last night, my heart aches faintly, and I gamble that I will go up in one breath.

However, the road back is really like going up the knife mountain, every step is painful, but this is not all the danger, I climbed to about a hundred meters, the wind in the sky suddenly changed, and it was not the natural wind blowing in my face, blowing on my face, like a knife.

There are sword blades under my feet and in my hands, and the wind blows in the air, and for a while I am not floating duckweed on the sea, but an iron lump floating in the sky.

The Seven Kills on my waist seemed to sense my current situation, and it jumped violently, I hung in the air, only daring to look at the sky, not looking below, and freed one hand to gently stroke the two rubies on the hilt of the sword.

Seven killings quieted down a little and stopped shaking.

I relented for a moment and continued to climb up.

After about ten meters, the wind suddenly changed, blowing like I would fall down at any moment.

I hurriedly pressed myself against the rock wall, afraid that I would fall.

On this trip, the danger and pain I endured were no worse than those of the Sansheng Bridge.