Chapter 1588 (2/2)

”You can't let him down.”

Old white said, eyes tightly staring at ye Ziheng, ye Ziheng smiled and nodded.

”I won't let him down.”

Say, go ahead.

In front of Ye Ziheng is a raised mouth full of boiling magma, just like an active volcano.

”Drop the blood in and recognize the Lord.”

Ye Ziheng nodded, and with the fingernails of his thumb, he made a slight stroke on his index finger. Then his fingers cracked, and a drop of blood slowly flowed out of his hands.

The drop of blood slowly fell, and ye Ziheng's eyes stared at the drop of blood. He seemed to see what had happened here on the surface of that drop of blood.

It took two years to defend the sword, five years to kill it, three thousand swords to be broken together with him, and finally one year to understand Tao

”Pooh”

a drop of Ye Ziheng's blood fell into the magma and made a very subtle sound. Then, the whole earth began to shake and the magma began to rise, but ye Ziheng stood there without any intention of dodging.

After a while, the moment when the magma was about to burst out, it stopped. He stopped a few centimeters away from the hole. And then, a little bulge appeared, and then the hilt of a long sword appeared slowly. In a short time, the whole sword was sent up by magma.

Ye Ziheng looks at the long sword in front of him and ponders for a long time, but at last he reaches out to hold the handle of the sword and draws it out.

He looked at the sword in his hand, every detail, every pattern. He didn't know how to describe the sword in his hand, and there was no word to describe it.