It is a sword that is born from me, and it is a sword that is born from me.

Ye Tian's face was shocked and deeply felt the true meaning of this sentence. With the appearance of the sword saint You Niruo, the entire sword tomb world was completely stimulated, and the sword sword burst out with incredible spiritual vitality. As the sword saint You Niruo came out with a sword, all the swords were silent and completely turned into dead objects.

This is the sword saint, Sword Saint Yoneruo, who is indeed qualified to be proud.

"The top of Jianzhong Mountain?" Ye Tian took a deep breath, looked up at the long sword standing tall on the top of Jianshan Mountain. His eyes were deep and he expressed his determination. He raised his foot and took a step and began to climb.

Although he could fly in the air and could easily fly to the top of the Sword Mountain, he did not have the idea of ​​taking advantage of the situation, which would go against the original intention of this trial. And I believe that the Sword Saint Yoneruo would not leave such a big loophole.

"Buzz!"

As Ye Tian began to act, at the bottom of the sword mountain, a golden sword closest to Ye Tian suddenly trembled and made a clanging sound, as if waiting for Ye Tian's summoning.

Ye Tian's eyes flashed slightly, he walked forward, reached out to hold the hilt of the golden sword.

The next moment, I saw the golden sword rays shining brightly, bursting out a sharp sword intent, and suddenly sank into Ye Tian's body.

"Puff!" Ye Tian's face turned pale, his throat was sweet, and he spit out a mouthful of blood, clearly feeling the sharp sword intent was raging wildly in his body.

It would be fine if it was just that. With his current physical strength, he could barely compete with such a sharp sword intent. The key is that as the sharp sword intent enters his body, an extremely real illusion appeared in front of him.

With a flash of eyes, Ye Tian was shocked to find that he had come to a martial arts training ground. A young man from alien race was holding the golden sword and constantly slashing his sword skills, day after day, year after year, extremely hard.

The illusion was extremely strange. Although Ye Tian was an outsider and no one could feel his existence, he was with the young man from another race every day and witnessed his growth with his own eyes. Until one day, the young man from another race achieved great sword skills and left the martial arts training ground.

The young man from the alien race was very strong. He traveled through the stars with his sword, went through countless big and small battles, and made great fame and never lost. Until he met the sword saint Yoneruo.

A sword!

With just one sword, the young man from the alien race was defeated, and the golden sword in his hand also became the spoils of the sword saint Yoneruo.

The illusion suddenly shattered, Ye Tian spat another mouthful of blood, gasped, and his face became pale. Although the sharp sword intent in his body had disappeared, the illusion scene just now was too real. He was like accompanying the young man from another race through his whole life. With his defeat, his spirit was also severely traumatized.

"Crack!" The golden sword in his hand made crisp sounds, covered with cracks, and eventually broke, turning into a pile of powder, giving way to a path to move forward.

"Is this the test of Senior Sword Saint Yoneruo? Experience the sword intent of each sword and understand the life of the sword master?" Ye Tian smiled bitterly. The difficulty of such a trial is really perverted, and the difficulty is beyond imagination.

You should know that this sword mountain has hundreds of thousands of magical swords, extending from the bottom of the mountain to the top of the mountain that penetrates straight into the sky. If you want to have a series of insights, it will be a great test for spiritual will and physical strength. Not to mention fifty years, it will be difficult to successfully climb to the top of the mountain even in a hundred years.

"Ye Tian, ​​now you have time to return the difficulties. You can use fifty years to practice other heroic combat skills, but if you are in this sword tomb world, you will gain nothing and be destined to waste your time!" The cold voice of the sword saint Youneruo sounded from the sky of the sword tomb world, reminding him.

"Have you gained nothing?" Ye Tian's mouth curled slightly. Although this was an impossible trial no matter how you look at it, he had already realized and learned a lot from the life of the owner of the golden sword before.

Finally, and most importantly, things are done by man, and he will never give up easily until the last moment.

Without any hesitation, Ye Tian took a short rest and adjusted, took another step, reached out and grabbed a peach wood talisman sword blocking the road ahead.

This time, Ye Tian came to a Taoist temple and spent his ordinary life with a Taoist boy. Every day he recited scriptures and practiced swords and practiced hard. His life was as plain as water and was calm.

Rather than saying that the Taoist boy was a swordsman, he was a real monk who borrowed a sword to cultivate himself. He never thought of fighting with others and specially carved a peach wood talisman sword, which was to remind himself at all times that the sword was used for practice rather than killing people.

It was not until one day that the gym was in trouble and was attacked by powerful enemies. When they were alive and died, the little Taoist boy used his sword to face the enemy. This was his first move and his last move.

A sword shocked the sky and killed all the invading enemies, but in the end they were killed by the sword saint Yoneruo who heard the news.

Until his death, the little Taoist boy had no regrets because he successfully kept the gym. The only regret was that he broke the precepts and his lifelong practice was ruined, leaving only a peach wood talisman sword.

There are many more...

Each sword contains a sharp sword intent, and there is a life of the sword master. Some sword masters are bloodthirsty, some sword masters are compassionate, some sword masters have become demons, some sword masters have returned to nature, some sword masters have been pursuing the true meaning of the sword throughout their lives, while some sword masters only regard the sword as a tool to achieve their goals.

Ye Tian moved forward step by step, and experienced and felt it again and again. He could no longer feel the passage of time. There was only one thought in his mind, that was to go all the way, and in his eyes there was only the long sword standing on the top of the sword mountain.

"This little guy has a very good heart, strong mental and willpower, and has an unyielding resilience. Unfortunately, he failed." Looking at Ye Tian who had only climbed to the middle of the mountain, the swordsman Youniruo sighed, with a hint of regret in his words.

When he first came up, he did not take Ye Tian to heart, but after watching it, Ye Tian's firmness and persistence were deeply touched, which made him think of taking him as a successor. Unfortunately, fifty years are about to come, and Ye Tian, ​​who had only climbed to the middle of the mountain, could no longer pull out his sword from the top of the sword mountain.

In this way, it means that Ye Tian's trial has failed and has not passed the test of the sword tomb world. Even if he had the idea of ​​taking it as a successor, he had no choice but to give up, because this is the special feature of the sword saint's inheritance. From the very beginning, he repeatedly reminded Ye Tian that Ye Tian did not take it seriously, and thus wasting fifty years of precious time.
Chapter completed!