Supreme Emperor of Swords - Chapter 530

[Chapter 530 Rust Sword VS Magic Sword]

I don’t know how much time has passed, but when I look down, I can no longer see the ground below, and it has turned into an abyss. The sound, as if there were only endless cold light long knives left in the whole world.

As long as he fell, under such great pressure from heaven and earth, even Ding Hao would fall into a patty and become the first great master in history to fall to his death.

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

In order not to be overturned by the terrifying red storm from the blade steps less than one meter wide.

I don’t know how long it took, it was already night.

The blood moon appeared in the sky, the scarlet storm finally began to stop, the astral wind disappeared, and the endless blood-colored brilliance filled the earth. Standing on a high place and looking down, the earth was covered with blood light, and countless metal fragments were madly absorbing this blood light. , it was like a turbulent sea of blood, drowning the endless remnants of swords and weapons.

Ding Hao finally felt a little more relaxed without the intrusion of the astral wind.

In order to reach the top as soon as possible, he did not stop to absorb the power of the blood moon essence, but continued to climb.

Xieyue and Mengmeng, these two little guys, shamelessly stood on Ding Hao’s shoulders, one left and one right, effortlessly, one turned into a wolf cat in the moonlight, howling and swallowing the blood moonlight, while the other was still flapping its tail. He happily spit bubbles, absorbed the brilliance of the blood moon, and was not far behind.

Ji Yingqi lay quietly on Ding Hao’s back, holding a handkerchief in her hand, and kept wiping the sweat off Ding Hao’s forehead.

In fact, the handkerchief was already soaked through.

Stop and go like this, and another night passed in a blink of an eye.

But when the blood moon disappeared, Gangfeng never appeared again.

Ding Hao looked down and saw that the ground below had long since been invisible. A cloud of scarlet red like a surging blood mass shrouded everything. He knew very well in his heart that according to the terms of meteorology in his previous life, he was this one. It has already stepped out of the troposphere and came to the stratosphere. There will be no storms in this high void.

The night passed.

Ding Hao’s footsteps became more and more staggering, but also more and more firm.

His physical strength is about to be exhausted, and his body seems to have lost consciousness. He just mechanically instinctively walked towards the top of the turret step by step, but the call of the blood connection in his heart became clearer and clearer.

The peak of the blade tower is already in sight.

Sit down one last time for luck and pranayama, then pick up the pace.

Finally, after an hour, Ding Hao climbed to the top of the turret.

When he finally reached the top, he almost knelt down with a thud, resting his hands on the backs of several long knives, breathing heavily, sweating all over his body, and it took a long time for him to recover some physical strength. The top is a platform with a diameter of less than ten meters composed of the backs of countless long knives, neat and smooth.

A bloody rock lay quietly on the platform.

It was like a mass of blood that had coagulated and dried up.

Ding Hao’s eyes froze immediately.

But what attracted him was not the blood-colored rock, but a long knife stuck on the blood-colored rock.

This is a long knife with a pale red appearance. The handle is red and can be held by both hands. The blade is about 30 centimeters wide. It is quietly inserted into the blood rock, and only a small part is exposed outside the blood rock. There is a faint indescribable magical energy, which radiates from the blade, and the naked eye can see a trace of blood lingering around the blade.

That power of calling, which is connected by bloodlines, is emanating from this magic sword.

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 epochs, lying here, just waiting for his own appearance at this moment.

A power surged within.

Ding Hao stepped forward subconsciously, and unknowingly came to the bloody rock, and reached out to grab the hilt of the magic knife.

At this moment-

Buzz!

The rusty sword, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly trembled violently in Ding Hao’s right hand.

This was an unprecedented frantic tremor, Ding Hao’s wrist was numb, and he was almost unable to hold it.

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

It turned into a streamer and flew out directly from the hand. Without the drive of profound energy, the rust on it fell off automatically, revealing the flawless sword body as crystal clear as jade, releasing immeasurable light and completely resurrected. An indescribably powerful terrifying force was released from the blade, as if it were the ruler of this world.

Silver light shines.

A strange breath permeated.

At this moment, something incredible happened.

Almost at the same time, all the broken swords and broken swords in the entire ninth section of the ancient road of the Westward Journey sensed, as if in response to the sudden outburst of rust swords, they also emitted waves of tidal sword sounds.

The sound of the sword is like the sound of a dragon.

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

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

Ever since I picked up this rusty sword in the garbage area of the back mountain cliff, I have never seen such a change in it. It changed its previous state of no abnormality, and actively sent out such a terrifying power. The gods contained in it. Fierce, is it really going to recover completely?

This kind of power is really terrifying.

It seems that as long as Rusty Sword is willing, a ray of sword light can instantly destroy this small world.

However, Ding Hao could feel that the power of Rusty Sword was protecting him intentionally or unintentionally.

Otherwise, with the power that the Rust Sword released at this time, which was almost beyond that of the Supreme Being, he could instantly turn himself into fly ashes with just a trace of it.

The rust sword pouted and aimed at the magic sword.

In the next moment, before Ding Hao could react, at the same time, he seemed to be stimulated by the rusty sword. The magic sword on the blood-colored rock suddenly trembled wildly. The dragon roared like a roar, and came to life in an instant!

Clang clang clang!

In the midst of a loud metal symphony, the magic knife swayed and automatically pulled out inch by inch from the blood-colored rock, slowly revealing its true body.

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

To his great surprise, the magic knife was not complete.

It is broken.

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

What’s even weirder is that it’s not just that the blade is not broken enough.

Even the remaining part of the blade body, which is still attached to the hilt, is smooth, but it is also tattered, cracked with clearly visible cracks, which are directly broken, and you can see the opposite scene through the cracks. Between the gaps, there are only a few blood-colored traces that seem to be rust, as if it is torn apart immediately with a little force or a gust of wind.

But the power emanating from the broken blade is simply jaw-dropping.

Ding Hao clearly saw that when the blade was completely pulled out from the blood rock, inch by inch, simple and simple blood flame inscriptions flickered on the broken blade. Only then did he understand that the magic blade that held the blade did not crack in the end. The red trace that opened was the blood flame inscription.

When the blood flame inscription flickered to the extreme, a thin blood curtain appeared, and a complete blood-colored sword was faintly transformed.

This magic sword is like the birth of a demon, and it immediately bursts out with the supreme power that is enough to fight against the rusty sword.

The bloody light spread out, and the blood-colored storm in the whole world stopped. All the metal fragments of the scrap knife, as if they had received the call of the emperor, also slowly floated up, faintly gathering towards the knife tower, like a pilgrimage. .

Ding Hao felt that his brain was not enough.

The rusty sword and the magic sword were indistinctly opposed, as if they were two supreme beings who dominated the world, fighting in the chamber.

In the four wild sky, the broken swords and broken swords of the entire ancient road are trembling frantically.

Layers of invisible breaths erupted from the rusty swords and magic knives, rushing out in all directions like a raging wave, setting off layers of lead clouds, turbulent the whole world, the sky and the earth, even The space barrier began to tremble, and it was obvious that it could no longer withstand the power that erupted from the pair of swords, and it could shatter and collapse at any time.

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

The power they unleashed can destroy all living beings in the world, making the world tremble, enough to instantly turn countless emperors and emperors into ashes, but it didn’t affect Ding Hao.

“You…” Ding Hao was about to say something.

the next moment.

call out!

hum!

The rusty sword and the magic knife instantly turned into two streams of light, soaring into the sky, directly piercing the void, slicing the space barrier, leaving a shocking space break in the sky, constantly intertwined and collided with each other. The ground collided and attacked, and then disappeared without a trace.

Their power has not disappeared in this world.

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

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

He vaguely felt that it was not the first time they met between the Rusty Sword and the Magic Sword, and there was a sense of deja vu.

Could there have been any grudges between them?

Could it be that there was a story between them that was about to be lost in the long river of time?

Time passed by minute by minute.

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

Ding Hao sat cross-legged on the top of the turret, with luck adjusting his breath, but his heart began to feel anxious.

The Rusty Sword is the biggest trump card around him, and apart from its terrifying power, since he came to this world, the first weapon and partner he saw was this Rusty Sword. It’s really a bit reluctant, like losing an old friend.