Chu Zifeng's eyes flashed with dazzling silver light and took the first step.

"Boom!" The dozens of long swords in the sky were all deeply forced back by his body. Chu Zifeng was like an ancient god of war, holding the Nirvana spear in his hand, and the hot breath from the gun seemed to burn in the void.

"There is no road I can't walk!" Chu Zifeng looked at his eyes and his whole aura was unstoppable. The sky was replaced by a fighting spirit that was emitting from his body. Strangely, the dense wounds behind him were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Suddenly, Chu Zifeng accelerated his body and ran in this endless wasteland. This time, nothing could hinder him.

"Follow brother!" Su Mu said hurriedly. Chu Zifeng was equivalent to awarding a pass certificate to the people behind him. The road was unobstructed, and countless swords were eyeing each other, but for some reason, he never dared to overcome this terrible momentum.

Chu Zifeng could feel that endless power was pouring out deep in his heart. Now all he wanted to do was to subdue the giant sword guarding here. Slowly, he could clearly see the huge creature in front of him.

This shows that the distance between him and the giant sword is shortening!

In the depths of this sword tomb, only those who are firm in their hearts can move on. If the heart of withdrawal is touched by the sound of thousands of swords just now, then there is only a way out, and Chu Zifeng is the fearless person of life and death.

The sword wind was shining in the air. The closer it was to the giant sword soaring into the sky, the more terrifying the pressure here. The few of them had taken a step that many people in the world dared to take, but this was far from the end!

"Ha!" Chu Zifeng stopped suddenly and squatted in place. In an instant, his feet suddenly bounced away and his whole body shot out. The whistling sword winds around him ruthlessly urged him on his body. However, every time after leaving scars, the Neiyuan Spear would emit a wave of heat, wrapping the wound and slowly healing.

The giant sword seemed to have reached the sky. Chu Zifeng's leap was of little use. He swung out a shot and nailed it firmly on the sword body. Chu Zifeng stretched out his hands and directly broke it on the pattern on the sword body. A small figure was slowly crawling towards the huge hilt of the sword.

The few people behind him then arrived. At this time, they could only wait below. Chu Zifeng was a person who could create miracles. They knew better than anyone else, so they simply distributed a few people around the giant sword and were ready to go. If there was any change, it would be better to rescue Chu Zifeng.

Gradually, when they raised their heads,

It is difficult to see Chu Zifeng again, his body seems to have entered the clouds.

The aura at the sky was so cold. The cold air flow around him washed away the unhealed injuries on Chu Zifeng's body. The piercing pain made him scream softly. His hands were already stained with blood by the sharp sword body. Every step forward, Chu Zifeng could feel his hands trembling constantly.

Ten fingers connected to the heart, his nails were broken, and the bitter cold wind in the sky was extremely rapid. The skin on Chu Zifeng's face had been blown to pieces, but the only difference was the firmness in his eyes.

"Who are you? Why did you disturb my sword tomb?" At the end of the sky, the majestic elderly voice appeared again, but this time only Chu Zifeng could hear it.

However, he did not stop his actions, nor did he answer this voice. Now, no one can stop him! Why did he persist like this? Because this sword tomb is related to the secret of Tianshan, he must know that only by climbing Tianshan can he write the world again and return the justice of the world!

Chu Zifeng's silence seemed to arouse the dissatisfaction of the voice. Several white lights flashed across the sky, and they were three sword winds!!! A flesh-and-blooded body like Chu Zifeng had no resistance at all, but it was cut off in an instant!

Chu Zifeng's eyes swelled, and the terrifying aura came wildly behind him. He grabbed the sword wall with both hands and pulled it violently, and flew up in the air. "Rubb!" Two sword winds directly slashed his original position, cutting the strong sword body into pieces, and the other one directly slashed on Chu Zifeng's ankle.

It was broken like his nerves.

"Ah!!" Chu Zifeng's eyes were filled with blood, and blood flowed down the sword wall. This time, he could not use his feet any longer, but his hands still did not stop.

The voice in the distance did not make things difficult for him anymore, as if he was watching Chu Zifeng slap in a joke and seeing how he struggled.

Seeing that the end point was getting closer, Chu Zifeng lowered his head and found that there were dense clouds under him, and there was no visible ground in the wasteland. He raised his head again and climbed up with his hands one by one. Countless blood penetrated the giant sword, and every corner was left with Chu Zifeng's climbing mark.

With a long roar, Chu Zifeng lay on the sword tail, surrounded by misty clouds. This is the depth of the sword tomb. There is no outside view. All you can see is the clouds of thousands of miles away. After experiencing the most dangerous moment, the airflow here has also become gentle.

No answer, only echoes

The shouting of the cry, here, Chu Zifeng's first feeling is loneliness! A kind of loneliness, just like life. When you keep working hard to move forward, one day, you will stand at the pinnacle of the world, but at this time, you will look back and see that you are the only one... Although you have become a legend of others, others don't know the loneliness for thousands of years, and these are all things you have to face alone.

There was no response here. Chu Zifeng's feelings were very clear. He didn't like this feeling. Looking at the clouds floating around him, his eyes were empty. This was not what he was pursuing!

Slowly, he lowered his head, looked at the giant sword standing to the horizon under his feet, and slowly sat down cross-legged.

Close his eyes and communicated with this sword as much as possible, but he didn't know if it could be done. In short, he would try it by communicating with Nirvana spear on weekdays.

The consciousness gradually became blurred, and his feelings were so real, as if he had experienced it. He became tired. Now Chu Zifeng just wanted to have a good sleep and fell into a deep drowsiness.

...

"Huhuhuhuhuhu~" Chu Zifeng didn't know how long he had slept.                                                                                                                   

"This is..." Chu Zifeng stared at the frozen scenery in a daze. He couldn't believe that the things in front of him were real! There was another plain below the mountains, but the dazzling ground seemed to be polished. There were transparent ice layers, with ancient giant beasts with ferocious faces and fangs standing on it. These monsters only exist in myths. Chu Zifeng lived for twenty years and had never really seen these...

What shocked him the most was that these ancient giant beasts were all sealed on the ice field by hard ice layers.

Looking around, the endless ice field turned out to be a huge handprint!!

Chu Zifeng guessed that this must be a palm that a man slapped in the air... This person's strength is so terrifying that even this world cannot tolerate him.

"Uh!!" Chu Zifeng's brain suddenly began to hurt, everything in front of him rippled like the water surface, shaking, everything was quickly lost...
Chapter completed!