I opened the Ming Dynasty

As the light lingered, the sword began to tremble slightly and made a low chirping sound, as if telling its father about its pain.

The emperor's expression instantly became extremely solemn, as if he was carrying a heavy burden, and his solemn expression seemed to freeze the air around him.

He pursed his lips tightly and muttered something, the low and rhythmic voice seemed to be a call from ancient times. Mysterious runes flew out of his mouth one after another like bright meteors, accurately merging into the dazzling colorful light.

The light suddenly became extremely hot, as if it could burn everything in the world to ashes. The sword also began to melt under this unbearable high temperature.

But this was no ordinary melting, but a sacred and solemn reshaping. The melted liquid on the sword body was like a spirit with self-awareness, flowing slowly and gathering in an orderly manner according to some unfathomable and extremely mysterious law.

The flowing trajectory seems to be the orbit of stars in the universe, full of unknown and wonder; the converging trend is like rivers returning to the sea, with an unswerving determination and inevitability.

The emperor stood in the vast void, his expression was solemn, and his eyes were burning with a firm light, as if there were stars flowing in them.

His hands danced as fast as the wind, his ten fingers twirling flexibly, forming mysterious and complex hand seals. The hand seals flickered like bright stars, and every moment they were completed, they burst out with brilliant light, causing the surrounding space to produce a thrilling and violent fluctuation.

Under the great emperor's extraordinary control, the liquid flowing on the sword seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, slowly stopped flowing, and began to gradually solidify.

They reassembled in an incredible way, bit by bit, inch by inch, accurately reshaping the original shape of the sword. Every line exuded a mysterious and powerful aura, as if telling an endless legend.

The emperor's eyes were always fixed on the sword that was being reshaped, and his eyes revealed the confidence and majesty of being in control of everything.

However, this was far from enough. The emperor stretched out his left hand again, and this time he grabbed a ball of cold blue light from the void.

As soon as the blue light touched the sword, it quickly spread out and covered the sword. In that split second, the temperature around it dropped sharply at an astonishing speed, as if it had instantly fallen into an extremely cold abyss.

The cold air spread rapidly like a surging tide, and even crystal clear ice crystals appeared in the air, dancing in the air like dreamy elves.

After the sword was tightly wrapped in the deep blue light, a layer of fine lines began to appear faintly on its surface.

These lines are like masterpieces of nature's magic, naturally generated without any traces of carving, so exquisite that they are breathtaking, and so mysterious that they inspire endless reverie.

Each pattern seems to contain the mystery of heaven and earth, and seems to tell the legend of ancient times. They are like ancient totems, exuding an indescribable charm, attracting everyone's attention, and making people indulge in this dreamlike and mysterious scene.

Then, the emperor looked solemn, frowned slightly, and his deep eyes showed determination and resoluteness. He stretched out his right index finger with a calm demeanor and gently touched the sword. At this moment of light touch, a drop of blood, bright enough to blind the eyes, suddenly oozed out from his fingertips!

This drop of blood was as bright as a big golden sun, just like a priceless super-large pearl, and it also had that kind of mysterious power, swaying and twisting as it drilled into the sword body.

In a flash, the drop of blood floated over like a drunk fat man, staggering and stumbling.

The surrounding space was trembling with fear, as if shouting: "Oh my God, what the hell is this!" When the blood bead touched the sword, there was a loud "bang". Although nothing was broken, the noise was like the collapse of the sky and the earth.

The blood drop suddenly jumped into the sword like a naughty child jumping into a swimming pool. The sword body instantly became colorful, sometimes red, sometimes green, sometimes purple, sometimes blue, like a super large colored lantern, and it kept making a "crunching" sound, as if saying, "Oh my, I can't stand it!"

The moment the blood was absorbed, the sword body was like a peerless god of war who had been sleeping for a thousand years, suddenly opening his majestic eyes and suddenly awakening from a long sleep! The sword body trembled excitedly, like a warrior who couldn't wait to show his strength. Every tremor seemed to be stretching his muscles and bones, preparing for the upcoming fierce battle.

The light burst out from the sword, like countless fire dragons roaring out from the abyss, ready to set the whole world on fire. Wherever the light went, the darkness disappeared instantly like a mouse seeing a cat.

At the same time, the roar of the sword was like thousands of horses galloping on the vast grassland, and like countless huge drums being struck at the same time, as if announcing its return to the world. The surrounding air seemed to be trembling with fear at the sound, and fled.

The invisible pressure was like a boundless giant net, spreading out rapidly in all directions. Wherever it passed, the flying sand and rocks seemed to be under a spell and remained motionless in the air; the flowers, plants and trees were like humble subjects, all bending and bowing; even the majestic mountains in the distance lowered their heads before this pressure, as if expressing awe to the awakened sword.

The emperor's face looked even more solemn under the light, and his tightly pursed lips showed his inner concentration. The light was like a new sun, dazzling and bright, illuminating the whole world.

In the light, it seemed as if countless fairies were dancing and singing freely!

Those celestial figures have graceful postures, fluttering clothes, and graceful and smooth movements, as if they are performing an extraordinary and celestial dance.

Their singing is clear and melodious, like the sound of nature, as if telling an ancient and mysterious legend, or conveying blessings and revelations from the fairyland. This scene of light and fairy shadows interweaving is like a dream, intoxicating, and as if you are in a fairyland.

"Concentrate!" The emperor opened his eyes wide, raised his sword-like eyebrows, and shouted in a low voice like a loud bell, awakening the deaf and dumb!

After the emperor's low shout, the light instantly converged like a whirlwind, and a brand new "Infinite Chaos Frost Sword of the World" appeared in front of everyone's shocked eyes as if a divine object had fallen from the sky!

The sword is crystal clear, like the purest and most flawless crystal in the world. It is so clear that it makes people dizzy, but it also emits a chilling coldness that chills one's bones.

The sword blade was sharp beyond imagination, flashing an extremely cold light, that light was like the cold moonlight in winter, carrying a ruthless and murderous intent, as if it could easily cut off all the evil and darkness in the world.

The runes on the sword flowed like water, and each flow emitted a powerful enough to make people's hearts flutter.

The waves were like surging sea tides, one after another, impacting everyone's mental defenses. The hilt of the sword was inlaid with a deep blue gem like the deep sea. Inside the gem, you could vaguely see the nebula flowing. The nebula was unpredictable, as if it contained the infinite mysteries of the universe.

The emperor narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression solemn and majestic, and gently waved the sword in his hand. In an instant, a sword energy roared out with the power to destroy the world.

Wherever the sword energy passed, the space was ruthlessly torn like a fragile piece of paper, and a deep and dark crack suddenly appeared.

This crack seemed like the entrance to an endless abyss, filled with a terrifying unknown aura that could not be healed for a long time, as if showing the world the invincible power of this sword.

Everyone was stunned by this magical and shocking scene, their eyes wide open, as if their souls were instantly pulled away, and they fell into endless astonishment.

The battlefield was in a deathly silence, as if time had frozen at this moment, and everything was silent. The whole world seemed to have been paused, and everything fell into eternal silence.

Only the cold air from the sword spread in the air like a ghost. This cold air was like a curse from the abyss of the underworld. It was cold and eerie. Wherever it passed, even the air seemed to be frozen. It spread silently, like an invisible net of death, slowly covering the entire battlefield.

The sword was like a cold and merciless demon, emitting a chilling pressure. The aura contained in its coldness seemed to be able to freeze people's souls, making people shudder.

Every bit of cold air is like a sharp ice blade, cutting through the surrounding space, making people feel as if they are in a desperate situation of ice and snow.

In this silent and cold atmosphere, the mood becomes deeper and more terrifying. It seems that this battlefield has become the territory of death, and the sword emitting cold air is the god of death that dominates everything, quietly waiting for the disappearance of life, which makes people shudder, but they cannot resist its powerful and mysterious attraction.

Wherever the cold air reached, it seemed that even the air was frozen, making a subtle "crackling" sound, as if telling of the coldness and majesty of the sword. Everyone's breathing seemed to be imprisoned by the cold air, and every breath of air they inhaled was filled with a bone-chilling chill that went straight to the bottom of their hearts.

Their eyes were filled with awe and fear, their bodies were stiff, and they dared not move at all, as if they would be swallowed up by the merciless cold if they moved even the slightest.

The cold air emanating from the sword was like an invisible beast raging with its fangs and claws bared. A thin layer of frost quickly condensed on the ground it touched, and the frost flowers spread at a speed visible to the naked eye, covering the ground like a world of ice and snow covered in silver.

The surrounding vegetation became brittle and easily broken by the cold air. With a slight touch, they turned into ice chips and fell down. The dust that was originally flying in the air was also solidified by the cold air and fell straight down, as if time had been frozen by this extreme cold.

The surface of the stream not far away froze rapidly, and the ice layer continued to thicken, making a heart-pounding "crunching" sound. The fish in the water were trapped in the ice before they could swim, and remained in the swimming posture, becoming an eternal freeze frame under the raging cold.

The sunlight struggled to pass through the ice crystal clouds, and was instantly disassembled into colorful but icy light. The light seemed like a magical ribbon, flying freely in the sky above the battlefield, but it also brought an irresistible chill.

The entire battlefield seemed to have instantly fallen into a dreamlike extreme cold. This was a breathtakingly beautiful scene, but it also made people feel endless fear from the bottom of their hearts. The colorful light should have been a symbol of warmth and hope, but at this moment, it was like the smile of the god of death, beautiful but deadly.

Each refracted light is like a sharp ice blade, ruthlessly cutting everything in sight. They jump and flicker, weaving a dreamlike picture, but behind this illusory beauty, there is a deadly threat that can freeze people instantly.

The cold air spread like a tide, interweaving with the gorgeous light, forming a contradictory and thrilling atmosphere. The ground underfoot was creaking in the cold, as if groaning in pain. The broken military flag shivered in the cold wind, making desperate cries.

The debris and blood on the battlefield, under the reflection of this strange light, appear even more shocking. Those once vibrant lives have now turned into cold memories, forever sealed in this extreme cold.

Being in such a battlefield is like walking on the edge of life and death, and every step may be the beginning of a step towards the abyss. The beautiful light, like the temptation of the devil, attracts people to approach, but inadvertently, quietly shrouds the shadow of death.

Pan Yue and Ling Feng looked at the repaired sword, and suddenly they were radiant and energetic, with their chests raised and their hips raised, eager to try!

Yao Guangxiao and Li Tianhua looked pale. They knew very well that facing such a powerful Zhenwu Emperor and the repaired sword, their chances of winning were even slimmer.

But at this time, Emperor Zhenwu did not stop. He raised his sword high and recited a more profound spell.

As the spell was chanted, a huge vortex suddenly appeared in the sky, with lightning and thunder in the vortex. A powerful force poured down from it and was injected into the sword.

Under the infusion of the power that could destroy the world, the "Infinite Chaos Frost Sword" shone like billions of supernovas exploding at the same time. Its brilliance was so brilliant that it seemed to swallow up the entire universe in endless light.

In an instant, the entire battlefield was as bright as day. No, it was ten thousand times brighter than day, as if this light was the sacred light from the ancient creation.

The space around the sword was like fragile glass that was trampled by an ancient giant beast, and countless bottomless black holes were shattered. Dark nothingness gushed out madly, trying to drag everything in the world into the abyss of eternal calamity.

However, the aura of this sword was like an indestructible divine fortress, which kept the endless darkness out!