In a mess, Mu Yingming had returned to Lin Ye, and his eyes were filled with a kind of light at this moment.

A sword light filled with fearless and firm light. When Lin Ye looked at Mu Yingming's eyes and saw the light in it, Lin Ye knew that Mu Yingming had truly completed his transformation at this moment.

"Impossible, the most perfect sword, this saint's sword must be the most perfect sword." Dugu Jian suddenly roared, and at the same time the unparalleled sword in his hand burst out with endless light.

Dugu Jian, who was born for the sword and gave everything to the sword, would never believe that in his opinion, the Holy Spirit sword technique that had approached perfection would be broken by Lin Ye.

As if he had noticed what Dugu Jian was thinking, Lin Ye couldn't help but snorted, shook his head and said to Dugu Jian as if he was talking to him: "If I pay less to the sword, how could I be less than others?"

"Your name, tell me your name!" After hearing Lin Ye's words, Dugu Jian's emotions slowed down, and a light burst out from his eyes, and he shouted at Lin Ye.

"Lin Ye." Lin Ye said slowly at Dugu Jian.

"Lin Ye, okay, okay, I remember this name. Today... you won, but there is no perfect sword technique in the world. All sword techniques seem perfect but actually have their flaws. Then I will create the most perfect sword technique, nineteen swords and twenty swords." Dugu Jian said loudly, as if he was saying to Lin Ye, but in fact Lin Ye knew that this was what Dugu Jian said to him.

Dugu Jian, who has never lost all his life, is not so much a challenge to what he said to prevent his thoughts from being distorted.

"If you only have this little ability, then Lin Ye is disappointed with you." Lin Ye shook his head gently and said to Dugu Jian.

Hearing Lin Ye's words, Dugu Jian's figure suddenly stopped and his face changed a little.

But without saying a word, he just stared at Lin Ye, and then Dugu Jian instantly left the Great Qing Peak.

"Master, teach me sword skills." I don't know how long it took. Mu Yingming's voice woke Lin Ye up.

Looking at Mu Yingming, who was holding the iron sword and expressionless on his face, paused for a moment, Lin Ye nodded slightly: "Okay!"

Time flows, four years.

The Great Qing Peak was calm, and two small wooden houses stood on the Great Qing Peak.

In front of one of the cabins, there was an eleven-year-old man holding an iron sword in his hand.

This person is Mu Yingming, which took four years. It is not very long, but it is a qualitative leap for Mu Yingming.

A gust of wind blew from afar. When the breeze blew, the sword in Mu Yingming's hand suddenly danced.

Each sword was accompanied by the wind. When Mu Yingming's sword was swung for the fifth time, the sword sound had completely merged with the wind sound, and Mu Yingming was also completely merged with the sword in his hand.

The man and sword are united.

Mu Yingming, who is only eleven years old, has done this.

Slowly pushing away the wooden house. Lin Ye walked out of the house, looking at Mu Yingming who was constantly waving his long swords with a look of surprise in his eyes.

Mu Yingming had already come into contact with this level a few days ago, but Lin Ye did not expect that he would make a breakthrough again in such a short time.

The Legend of Heavenly Sword. Since teaching Mu Yingming, Lin Ye finally believed that there was really something like the Legend of Heavenly Sword in this world.

Just because no matter what Lin Ye taught Mu Yingming, he could understand it in a very short time and even comprehend his own part, not just simply learning from others.

While he was practicing, he was even making up for the shortcomings.

In just four years, Mu Yingming's inner energy is not as good as those of Dugu Jian, Lin Ye and Wushang.

However, even in Lin Ye's opinion, his skills in using swords have reached a peak.

He, Mu Yingming, is a real existence born for the sword.

However, for the real swordsman, Mu Yingming's sword lacks a sense of intention, a sword intent that belongs to him.

This sword intent cannot be understood through simple enlightenment. Only by experiencing it can you gain some insight.

Now Mu Yingming can only be regarded as a top master who uses swords, but he is still not a top swordsman.

Perhaps he is comparable to other ordinary swordsmen, but if he doesn't understand the intent of the sword, he is not a swordsman after all.

"Master." Jian Ding, seeing Lin Ye beside him, Mu Yingming ran over.

"The sword force enters the world, and the body and sword are integrated together. Your sword has improved again." Looking at Mu Yingming, a rare smile appeared on his face, Lin Ye nodded slightly.

"But I always feel that something is missing in my sword." Mu Yingming did not show a happy expression after hearing Lin Ye's praise, but instead looked at the long sword in his hand thoughtfully.

"You have to ask yourself this point. You can only find the things you lack. When you find them, you can be considered a swordsman." Lin Ye nodded slightly, and said to Mu Yingming.

"Master, I want to go back to Mulong Town." Mu Yingming suddenly spoke to Lin Ye.

"Then go. Now your ability is not weak, and you have the ability to protect yourself. Moreover, you can't make much progress in working behind closed doors, so it's good to go out and experience it." Without asking why Mu Yingming was going to Mu Long Town, Lin Ye nodded slightly and said to Mu Yingming.

Mu Yingming looked at Lin Ye, obviously he didn't expect Lin Ye to say that.

Lin Ye continued, "After the matter of going to Mulong Town is over, head to the southeast of Mulong Town. There is a mountain there called Jian Peak. I will wait for you on that Jian Peak." Lin Ye looked at Mu Yingming and said slowly.

This is something that has always been in Lin Ye’s mind, that is, is Mu Yingming the master of those two heroic swords?

"Yes, Master." Mu Yingming said silently in his heart, wrote down the words Jianfeng, and then nodded slightly to respond.

The next day, standing on the Daqing Peak and watching Mu Yingming leave, Lin Ye suddenly remembered a person, the baby he saw eleven years ago.

The baby who had just been born and had the sword energy of the emperor bloomed.

"Mu Long, you did not send that child to me as a disciple. Instead, you want to regard Mu Yingming as your son's scapegoat and let him fight Dugu Jian eight years later. But do you know that it is precisely because of your actions that he will become the unique Heavenly Sword, under my professor." His eyes were like swords, looking straight into the distance, Lin Ye said in his heart.

Suddenly, Lin Ye wanted to know what happened to the child who once made him feel the sword energy of the emperor in the past eleven years? Is he now better than Mu Ying's name?

Looking at the direction of Mulong Town, Lin Ye's expression changed slightly, and then he turned around and entered the wooden house. (To be continued, please search for Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!
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