Under the silver-white moonlight, a mass of crimson sword light suddenly born and suddenly extinguished, rolling back and forth, sword qi whistling, written and sprightly, floating out of the dust, Ding Hao's movements from slow to fast, and then from very fast to very slow, the whole person immersed in the state of mystery.

　　In the twinkling of an eye, two hours have passed and the moon is in the middle of the sky.

　　Ding Hao's movement, has slowed down to the point of ...