When the sun slowly rose from the far east, Jianhui also left at the same time. No matter what, he had to look for Dugu Jian, the saint in the sword, the opponent he was looking forward to.

Looking at the dazzling sunlight, Lin Ye narrowed his eyes slightly, and slowly said to himself in a voice that only he could hear: "Monk, if you really saw through everything, then will the opponents I am looking forward to really come by themselves? When will they arrive?"

Tian Jing in his hand held it tightly, as if in response, Tian Jing suddenly made a slight shock, and then all kinds of sword sounds suddenly came from the entire sword peak.

The sound of swords made by Tianjing, the sound of swords made by heroic swords, and the sound of swords made by tens of millions of long swords.

This sound is like a mountain torrent, which is impossible to ignore.

The sound of the ten thousand swords resonating at the same time is like a cry of heaven and earth.

Lin Ye gradually headed down Jian Peak, preparing to live here temporarily, but he also had to have a house where he could live, otherwise he would not be able to sit on this mountain all day long and breeze and sun.

After searching for some trees and the bluestone leaves, a simple small house was built without much effort.

Although it doesn't look very good from the outside, it can also be used for people to live in and is also stable.

After the wooden house was built, Lin Ye went down to Jianfeng and went to the town to purchase some necessities for life.

After everything was completed, it was almost dusk.

Sitting in the wooden house, Lin Ye looked at the Tianjing in his hand, his mind calmed down, the internal energy in his body intertwined in the Tianjing, and his entire human spirit was even more devoted to the Tianjing.

At this moment, Lin Ye seemed to have become the heavenly crystal in his hand, and he felt the world around him through the heavenly crystal.

A feeling of blood connection. It seems that oneself and the sword in his hand are inseparable from each other.

With his own sword energy, Lin Ye was on the sword peak day after day, not practicing swords, practicing swords, or understanding swords, but just nourishing Tianjing all day long.

Two years later, Lin Ye sat on the sword peak this day, holding a sky crystal with white and blue crystal rays blooming in his hand. There were two bronze stone swords beside him - the hero sword.

At this moment, Jian Peak was shrouded in silver white. In the past two years, Lin Ye has never left the slightest except going to the town to buy some life and food every day.

At the same time, Lin Ye also heard some news about the world, that is, Dugu Jian returned from overseas and created the amazing sword technique: the Holy Spirit Sword Technique.

And challenge the world's masters, claiming to be invincible in the world, and no one is his opponent.

The so-called saint in the sword is now about to truly become that saint.

However, Lin Ye didn't know whether Jianhui found Dugu Jian and challenged him.

And in the past two years, Lin Ye has been living on the Sword Peak and has also seen many swordsmen.

These swordsmen all have the same purpose and idea, that is, they believe that they are the heroes in the legend and the masters of the heroic sword.

But none of them could get to Jian Peak, just because Lin Ye was there.

No matter who wants to get close to the Hero Sword, it is only an opponent who can compete with Lin Ye. Otherwise, he will not be qualified to touch the Hero Sword, and it is even less likely that he is the real master of the Hero Sword.

A silver-white sword peak. The snow that had already stopped began to fall again for some reason.

The cold wind blew from afar. The snow in the sky drifted away. On this day, a special person, a special swordsman suddenly came to the sword peak.

From the sense of the swordsman, Lin Ye's eyes slowly opened and looked down at the sword peak.

There Lin Ye felt a sword energy, a cold and sharp sword energy.

A sword energy that is even colder than ice and snow.

Flying snow fell. The wind roared, accompanied by the constant approach of the sword energy and the continuous falling of the snowflakes, a figure from afar faced the flying snow. Walked up to the sword peak that buried thousands of swords, walked up to the sword peak with two lonely swords, waiting for its master.

"Yeah!? What a strong sword spirit." His face changed slightly, and Lin Ye showed a solemn look.

His eyes were staring at the figure in the distance.

"The snow fell like my people and my heart." Snow-white hair, pale face, cold words, and blood-seeming sword.

Accompanied by the cold words, Lin Ye finally saw what kind of person the figure was.

"A powerful swordsman, is your purpose for the heroic sword?" Lin Ye slowly spoke at the person in front of him.

"Who am I, should be your question at this moment. But a strange name will only make the doubts deeper. Why did this strange person come? So you chose to ask if the purpose of this trip was, but you didn't know that if my answer was different from what you thought, it would bring greater doubts. But I will still tell you my name and remember my name. My name: Wushang." The mysterious swordsman gently stroked his pale face, and the cold words of the coldness and no emotions were mixed with, and he spit out from his mouth and drilled into Linye's ears.

"I don't have much interest in your name and purpose, and I will not be confused by you. I just want to know whether you can surpass me with the sword in your hand and the Tao in your heart." The sky crystal in your hand gently raised, and Lin Ye looked at the mysterious swordsman named Wushang in front of him and said in a deep voice.

"This question, then ask the sword!" After the words, he knocked on the sword and asked, and the ground suddenly became three feet cold.

The moment the sword appeared, Lin Ye's face also changed.

The sword in Wushang's hand was full of ink color, and there was red in the ink color. However, the essence of the sword could be felt by the forest leaves. It was just the worst ore and could not become a sword at all. However, after its master was tempered with the sword energy day and night, it turned out to be a magic weapon.

Lin Ye looked at Wu Shang and said in a deep voice: "Looking at the texture of this sword body, this iron must not be able to withstand the tempering of the sword energy and frost, but it was broken countless times. The inferior iron had long turned into debris, but the holder deliberately refined it with each other and was reborn from scrap iron and was now a surprise weapon."

Wushang nodded and said, "This sword is unique in the world, and you have a good vision."

Lin Ye nodded, then asked in confusion: "Although I can see the original iron of this sword and the beauty after tempering, I cannot see how inferior iron can withstand the frost of the sword energy and refine it into steel from the broken iron debris."

Wu Shang shook his head and said to Lin Ye: "I use the Blood Shepherd Sword to spread my sword for ten years. Unlock this sword energy and I will come again in three days."

After saying that, the ink sword waved, and the sword energy welcomed the guests on the ground, leaving a sword mark three feet deep.

Then he turned around and disappeared from Lin Ye's sight.

"Mysterious man, strange guy, but the sword breath on this man is shocking, and it has a unique and powerful ancient spirit. He talks about cold nature and coldness, as if everything is indifferent. But when he knows that the sword is cast from scrap iron, he is willing to use ten years to temper the scrap iron into a strange magic weapon with the Blood Grace Sword. This person is extremely paranoid. Who is he and what is his behavior?" Although he said he didn't care about it before, he couldn't help but think subconsciously. Lin Ye looked at the sword mark on the ground and said in his heart. (To be continued...)

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