Supreme Emperor of Swords Chapter 523
Chapter 523 The Broken-Sword World
It was a dark and gloomy world.
The sky was overcast with clouds, and the sun and stars could not be seen. Broken sabers and swords were seen everywhere. It seemed to be an ancient battlefield. The air was filled with a faint smell of smoke, as well as a pungent smell of blood. However, on the ground, no dead bodies or blood could be seen, not even the slightest bones.
As far as ones eyes could see, various types of broken weapons were everywhere, most of which were swords and sabers.
Nobody knew how long the world had existed.
Many broken weapons were covered with rust and were not in shape. The ground was covered with scarlet rust, and it creaked as people stepped on it. The rotten weapons were broken like dead branches.
"This should be the World of Metal of the Five Elements!"
Ding Hao was lost in thought.
He picked up a broken sword beside his feet and observed it carefully.
The sword was covered with mottled rust, and its general outline could be vaguely identified. Even judging from the ups and downs of the rust, the sword should have been covered with all kinds of ancient inscriptions. It might have been a divine weapon at the precious level, but somehow it had been broken. Now it had lost its spirituality and completely rotted.
With a gentle force, the sword broke into pieces and fell down like sand.
Ding Hao clapped his hands and continued to move forward.
The suppressive power of the ancient laws in the eighth section of the ancient road to the west was even more terrifying than before.
The mutated Qi activity in Ding Haos body was suppressed below the Inborn Martial Grandmaster Realm so that it was impossible for him to fly in the air. Ding Hao had practiced the twelve standard meridians and six mysterious meridians, and so he had "Saintly Being of Saber and Sword". Therefore, under the same suppression, even the other masters in the Martial Emperor Realm would be suppressed to be around the Inborn Martial Grandmaster Realm.
Such a suppressing force of rule of law was an excellent environment for a martial artist to condense the Qi in his body.
As he was constantly suffering such suppression, the Qi in his body would be pressed to the limit. When he walked out of the Sage Battlefield, his Qi cultivation would undoubtedly increase explosively. No matter how thick or condensed it was, it was an effect that could not be achieved by practicing in an ordinary environment.
Even the degree of physical concentration would be greatly increased.
Releasing his Qi shield, Ding Hao carried the little girl Ji Yingqi on his back.
Although Evil Moon and Adorable were also suppressed, their suppression seemed not to be as serious as that of warriors. They could still jump and fight all the way, which attracted Ding Haos attention. He was a little worried. He did not know if it meant that the demon power would not be suppressed by this ancient power of the rule of laws.
Just as Ding Hao was thinking about it as he walked, an ear-piercing sound of breaking through the air rang out.
All of a sudden, a red ray of light shot out in front of him. The sharp sword Qi cut through the void and shot toward him like a flowing arrow.
"Hmm? Someone is sneak-attacking?"
Ding Hao was suspicious.
He slightly turned aside. A silver light flashed on his whole palm, covered with thick ice crystals, like a layer of silver armor. He held the red light with a backhand.
It was a small sword.
The sword surface was covered with mottled rust. Compared with the disorderly rusted swords scattering on the ground, its quality and appearance were slightly better. Some runes were clearly visible. There was a horrible aura of fighting intent in it, which was shocking.
Unfortunately, before Ding Hao could carefully observe and feel it, the kind of fighting intent and anima flashed away.
The moment the small sword fell into Ding Haos hand, the last trace of anima disappeared.
After the anima dissipated, the sword suddenly seemed to dry up and break into several pieces.
Ding Hao was slightly shocked and threw the small sword away. Releasing his powerful divine senses, which could spread out within a kilometer, Ding Hao scanned the place carefully.
But he didnt find out any other life existence.
Ding Hao shook his head gently and walked forward slowly.
At the same time, he was carefully observing his surroundings.
The small sword incident was a bit weird. Had someone secretly set up a trap for him? After thinking about it, Ding Hao felt that it was impossible. If it was against him, the small swords attack power could not be so weak. This kind of attack power was probably only equivalent to the casual attack of a master in the Inborn Martial Grandmaster Realm and it could not pose a threat to Ding Hao at all.
Ding Hao had an illusion that the rusted sword seemed to have life and took the initiative to attack him.
After walking for about half an hour, everything was calm.
Just when Ding Hao was a little relaxed, suddenly
"Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!"
Three more beams of red light flew toward Ding Hao from three different directions with the sound of screaming, like meteors flying across the sky.
Ding Hao saw it very clearly this time.
Those three rays of red light had suddenly exploded from the pile of broken swords and sabers on the ground.
At that moment, there was no Qi fluctuation of any martial artists from the Human Clan or of demon power of any masters from the Demon Clan.
An idea came to Ding Haos mind and he pointed to the void.
The three beams of red light instantly condensed into three pieces of ice crystal and fell into his hands.
Looking at them carefully, Ding Hao found that three strange small swords were frozen in the ice crystal. They were less than half a meter long. They were rusted, and their raw materials could no longer be identified. However, the ancient inscriptions hidden in rust looked extremely clear. A very strange power and a killing intent were flowing in the swords.
Being covered with ice crystals, the two small swords anima was consumed and disappeared in a flash. Then the swords quickly dimmed, and then they cracked like decayed rotten wood. The last small sword, however, with strong anima and fighting spirit, exploded the frozen ice crystal with a bang. As if it were alive, it suddenly shook and shot toward Ding Haos face.
This small sword contained much stronger power.
It was roughly equivalent to the all-out strike of a master in the Six-apertured Inborn Traceless Realm.
"Puff!" Ding Hao blew off the small sword.
The moment the sword fell on the ground, its fighting intent and anima were finally and completely consumed. At the same time, the sword was broken into five or six pieces, as if the time suddenly sped up and the sword had experienced thousands of years. The swords five or six broken pieces disappeared like ashes.
An idea flashed through Ding Haos mind. He seemed to have caught something.
However, it needed to be verified.
Ding Hao told the two pets to be careful and he stepped forward quickly.
Sure enough, fifteen minutes later, the airflow around surged and a shrill sound rang up in the air. Four or five more beams of red light broke through the void and rose from different directions. With unparalleled killing intent and sharp sword and saber Qi, theyre madly rushing toward Ding Hao.
Ding Hao had prepared for it, so he released his majestic Divine Senses.
The surrounding air froze in an instant.
These four or five beams of red light were immediately fixed in the void like snails trapped in a swamp. Invisibly transparent ripples spread out and eventually, all of them were wrapped in spiritual energy. They were unable to move, revealing a circle they were all such weapons as swords and sabers.
Ding Hao carefully examined them one by one.
He came to a quick conclusion.
"It turns out that the broken saber and sword have had wisdom. Although thousands of years have passed, they have still contained the last trace of fighting intent and killing intent of the former owner. Although it has been such a long time, the fighting intent and killing intent have not dissipated. Once a living creature enters this environment, they will take the initiative to launch an attack by activating their energy"
The conclusion shocked Ding Hao.
"Its really too unbelievable. Just what kind of battlefield has this strange space once been? Just what kind of powerful existences were the owners of these broken sabers and swords? After countless years of death, their killing intent and fighting intent have still continued to exist within their weapons such a person, at the lowest level, had been likely even above the peak of the Martial Emperor Realm!"
Ding Hao felt in awe in his heart.
It was said that only those mighty figures would brand their spirit and will in their weapons after they fought to the death. Only then would their spirit and will would not disappear even after they died and they would exist between heaven and earth.
There were countless weapons, such as broken sabers, swords, and so on, in the whole battlefield.
Did it mean that the owners of these weapons had once been masters at the Martial Emperor Realm, even at the Martial Grand Emperor Realm, and the Martial Sage Realm who were able to shoulder and move mountains? There were at least ten million of them. It was too horrible if ten million of supreme masters of the martial arts had been killed on the battlefield.
Was this the legendary Battlefield of Gods?
Ding Hao suddenly felt that the 11 section of the ancient road to the west was not as simple as he had thought. It was not just built by some remnant ancient powerful rule of laws. Every section of the ancient road was a world, and each world contained various types of strange mystery. For martial artists, it was a perfect practice environment
A magnificent giant city in the "Highest Heaven"
A stone tablet map that had been lost for ten thousand years
The mysterious ruins in the legend
And the sacrificial altar and the divine fire
An invisible big hand seemed to have dominated everything.
The weapons that flew over this time included sabers, swords, spears, meteor hammers, and so on in different shapes. They contained more power of fighting intent and anima, which was equivalent to a full blow of a master at the peak of the Inborn Martial Grandmaster Realm. Unlike the small broken swords broken that hit Ding Hao before, they were more complete, covered with less rust, and contained stronger anima and fighting intent.
Ding Hao sealed these weapons temporarily with a secret method of spiritual power.
He verified one of the rusted swords. Those weapons could only be used once or twice at most in the future. They were consumables. Their anima and fighting intent could be used up. At that time, all of them would be damaged and broken.
The attack force contained in them was not precious to Ding Hao.
What Ding Hao valued was some inscriptions and the fighting intent contained in themespecially the latter, although they still kept a trace of fighting intent, they were undoubtedly the trace left by the peerless superiors from tens of millions of years before, containing the spiritual brand of these peerless superiors. If he could try to communicate with them, he might get all the memories and even more things in them.
Unfortunately, his current cultivation of the "Mind Essential" was only at the sixth level, so he could not communicate with the fighting intent.
If he could reach the seventh level of the Realm of the "Heaven and Earth of the Will of the God", he might be able to try it out.
After careful observation, Ding Hao continued to move forward.