Chapter 528 Rusted Sword VS Magic Sword

After a while, Ding Hao looked down and couldnt see clearly the ground, which had become a bottomless chasm. As the wind howled and the red storms roared, Ding Hao found no trace of the sky and earth, and could only hear the never-ending sound of swords, as if there were only endless long swords emitting cool light in the world.

If he were to fall down, under such great pressure between the sky and earth, even Ding Hao would fall down and break into pieces and become the first great grandmaster who slipped down and died in history.

Ding Hao had to make sure that every step he took was very stable.

He had to ensure that he would not be thrown down from steps, which were less than one meter wide, by the terrible red storm.

After some time, night fell.

As the crimson moon appeared in the sky, the red storm finally stopped and the wind disappeared. The earth was filled with endless crimson brilliance. Standing high and looking down, Ding Hao saw countless metal pieces crazily absorbing the brilliance as a heaving crimson sea flooded out the innumerable swords.

Without the harassment of the wild wind, Ding Hao felt more relaxed.

In order to reach the peak as soon as possible, he did not stop to absorb the essence of the crimson moon and continued to climb.

Evil Moon and Adorable were shamelessly standing on each shoulder of Ding Hao, cozy and effortless. One was transformed into a moonlit-night wolf cat that cried and absorbed the brilliance, while the other didnt want to lag behind and also absorbed the brilliance, flicking her tail and spitting bubbles happily.

Ji Yingqi lay quietly on Ding Haos back, holding a handkerchief in her hand to constantly wipe the sweat from Ding Haos forehead.

In fact, the handkerchief was already soaked.

As they approached, another night passed in the twinkling of an eye.

But when the crimson moon disappeared, the wild wind never appeared again.

Ding Hao looked down and he couldnt see the ground below. Everything was covered by crimson clouds. According to the meteorology of his previous life, he knew very well that he had walked out of the troposphere and reached the stratosphere, and there would be no storms at this height of the void.

A night passed.

Ding Haos footsteps became slower and slower and he was not able to walk in a steady way, but his mind became more and more firm.

His physical strength was almost exhausted, and his body seemed to have lost consciousness. He just walked toward the top of the tower instinctively, but the sense of kinship coming from the calling above was getting clearer and clearer.

The peak was just a few steps away.

He sat down for the last time to adjust his breath and then picked up his pace.

After an hour, Ding Hao finally climbed to the top of the tower.

Upon climbing to the summit, he knelt down with his hands stretched out on the backs of long swords. He breathed heavily, sweating all over. It took a long time for him to recover some strength. When he looked up, he found that the top of the tower was a platform composed of countless long swords with a diameter of less than 10 meters, neat and smooth.

A piece of crimson rock lay quietly on the platform.

It was like a mass of solidified blood.

Ding Haos eyes froze.

But what attracted him was not the crimson rock, but the long sword that was inserted into the rock.

This was a long sword that looked light red. Its handle was crimson and it could be held by both hands. The blade was about 30 centimeters wide. It was quietly inserted in the rock, and only a small part was exposed outside the rock. A faintly indescribable devil spirit radiated from the blade, and a hint of bloody radiance clearly gleamed around the blade.

The vaguely connected sense of kinship was just coming from this magic sword.

At that moment, the sword gave Ding Hao an illusion that it had endured the tribulation for millions of years. It just lay there to wait for him.

Some power surged inside him.

Ding Hao stepped forward subconsciously and went over to the crimson rock, reaching for the handle of the magic knife.

At this moment

Buzz

The rusted sword, which had been silent for a while, suddenly shook violently in Ding Haos right hand.

This unprecedented tremor made Ding Haos wrist very numb and he was almost unable to hold it.

In the end, the rusted sword finally broke free from Ding Haos control.

It turned into a flowing light and flew out of his hand. Without the drive of Qi, the rust on it automatically fell off, exposing its flawless jade-like body and releasing endless radiance. The sword completely resurrected, and a kind of powerful and indescribable dreadful force was released from the sword as if it were the dominance of this world.

The silver lights shone around.

An air of mystery spread out.

At this moment, an incredible thing happened.

Almost at the same time, all the broken swords in the ninth section of the ancient westward road began giving responses as if they were responding to the rusted sword, which suddenly went mad, and there was also a wave of sword chanting sounds.

The sound was like the cries of a dragon.

Between heaven and earth, a variety of broken swords slowly floated up.

Ding Hao was so astounded that he couldnt believe what was happening.

Ever since he picked up this rusted sword in the garbage area down the cliff, he had never encountered such a s