Chapter 617 Death of a Legend

With just a slight pause, he appeared in front of the tip of the demonic blade. With a clang, the rusted sword and the magic saber collided with the big sword tip at the same time.

This strike seemed to carry a rare magic power. Golden and silver patterns started to spread out wildly along the giant pitch-black demonic blade.

In the blink of an eye, the entire blade was covered in gold and silver. Ding Hao slowly withdrew his sword and saber, then he blew a breath at the black demonic blade. This sword, which seemed powerful enough to destroy the world, suddenly became as fragile as a sick patient. It broke into tens of millions of fragments, dissipating like black butterflies.

The black mist all over the sky was dissipated in an instant.

"Puff!"

In the distance, Mu Tianyang spat out a mouthful of blood. He took a step back, and the snow sword in his hand was instantly broken into tens of millions of pieces.