All swords are born from me, and all swords are destroyed by me.

Ye Tian's face was full of shock, and he deeply felt the true meaning of this sentence, with the appearance of the Sword Saint Yuneruo, the entire Sword Shrine World was completely stimulated, and the Heavenly Divine Sword burst out with an incomparably amazing spiritual vitality, and with the Sword Saint Yuneruo's sword out, all the swords were silent, and they completely turned into dead things.

This is the Sword Saint Sword Saint Yunero, who does have the qualifications to be proud.

"The top of the Sword Shrine?" Ye Tian took a deep breath, looked up at the long sword standing high on the top of Sword Mountain, his eyes were deep, revealing firmness, he raised his feet and began to climb.

Although he can fly in the sky and can easily fly to the top of Sword Mountain, he does not have the idea of taking shortcuts, which would be contrary to the original intention of this trial, and I believe that the Sword Saint Yunero will 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 trembled, making a clanging sound, as if waiting for Ye Tian's summons.

Ye Tian's eyes flickered slightly, and he stepped forward and reached out to hold the hilt of the golden big sword.

The next moment, I saw that the golden sword was shining brightly, bursting out with a fierce sword intent, and suddenly submerged into Ye Tian's body.

"Poof!" Ye Tian's face turned pale, his throat was sweet, and he directly spat out a mouthful of blood, clearly feeling that the fierce sword intent was raging wildly in his body.

If it was just that, with his current physical strength, he could barely resist such a fierce sword intent, the key was that with that sharp sword intent entering his body, an extremely real illusion also appeared in front of his eyes.

The effort of the eyes. Ye Tian was shocked to find that he had come to a martial arts training ground. A young man of an alien race was slashing with the golden sword in his hand. Tempering his sword skills, day after day, year after year, incomparably hard.

That illusion was extremely strange, although Ye Tian was an outsider, no one could feel his existence, but he accompanied the young man of the different race every day and witnessed his growth little by little. Until one day, the alien young man completed his sword skills and left the martial arts training ground.

That alien young man was very strong, and he fought through the stars with a sword, and after countless battles and small battles, he broke through the prestige and did not taste defeat, until he met the sword saint Yunero.

A sword!

With just one sword, the alien youth was defeated, and the golden greatsword in his hand became the trophy of the sword saint Yunero.

The illusion was shattered, and Ye Tian spat out another mouthful of blood. gasping for air, his face became pale. Although the fierce sword intent in his body had disappeared, the illusion scene just now was too real, and he was equivalent to accompanying the alien young man through his life, and with his defeat, his spirit was also traumatized.

"Click!" The golden greatsword in his hand made a crisp sound, cracked, and finally broke, turning into a pile of powder, making way for him to move on.

"Is this the test of the Sword Saint Yunero's predecessors? Experience the sword intent of each sword and feel the life of its sword master? Ye Tian smiled slightly bitterly, the difficulty of such a trial is really perverted enough, and the difficulty is beyond imagination.

You must know that there are hundreds of thousands of divine swords in this sword mountain, which extend from the bottom of the mountain all the way to the top of the mountain, and if you want to comprehend it with a handle, it will be a great test of spiritual will and physical strength, let alone fifty years, even if it is a hundred years, it is difficult to successfully climb to the top of the mountain.

"Ye Tian, it's too late to know the difficulty now, you can use fifty years to cultivate other heroic combat skills, but if you are in this Sword Shrine World, you will gain nothing, and you are destined to waste your time!" Sword Saint Yuneruo's cold voice sounded from the sky above the Sword Shrine World, reminding.

"Nothing?" The corners of Ye Tian's mouth curled slightly, although this was an impossible trial no matter how you look at it, but from the life of the owner of the golden sword before, he had already learned a lot of things.

Finally, and most importantly, it is man-made, and he will never give up easily until the last moment.

Without any hesitation, Ye Tian rested and adjusted for a while, took another step, and grabbed a peachwood rune sword that was blocking the way ahead.

This time, Ye Tian came to a dojo and accompanied a little Taoist boy to live an ordinary life, every day is to chant scriptures and practice sword asceticism, the days are as plain as water, and the waves are not alarming.

It is not so much that the little Taoist boy is a swordsman, but rather a real monk, who borrowed a sword to cultivate his body, never thought of fighting with others, and deliberately carved a peachwood talisman sword, but also to remind himself at all times that the sword is used for cultivation and not for killing.

It wasn't until one day that something happened in the gym, and he was attacked by a powerful enemy, and when life and death were at stake, the little Taoist boy met the enemy with a sword, which was his first and last shot.

A sword shocked the sky, killing all the enemies who came to attack, but in the end, he was killed by the sword saint Yunero who heard the news.

Until death, the little Taoist boy had no regrets, because he successfully kept the Daoguan, the only regret is that he broke the vows, and his lifelong practice was also abolished, leaving only a peachwood rune sword.

And many, many more......

Every sword contains a fierce sword intent, and there is a life of the sword master, some sword owners are murderous, some sword owners are compassionate and compassionate, some sword masters have fallen into demons, and some sword masters have returned to the basics, some sword masters have been pursuing the true meaning of the sword all their lives, while some sword masters only use the sword as a tool to achieve their goals.

Ye Tian walked forward step by step, experiencing and feeling again and again, he couldn't feel the passage of time, and there was only one thought in his mind, that is, to go all the way, and in his eyes there was only the long sword standing on the top of Sword Mountain.

"This little guy has a very good heart, his mental willpower is very strong, and he has an unyielding tenacity, but unfortunately he still failed." Looking at Ye Tian, who had only climbed halfway up the mountain, Sword Saint Yuneruo sighed lightly, and there was a hint of regret in his words.

When he first came up, he didn't take Ye Tian to heart, but after looking at it all the way, Ye Tian's resolute and persistent performance was deeply moved, which made him have the idea of accepting him as a successor, but unfortunately, the fifty-year time is coming to an end, and Ye Tian, who has only climbed halfway up the mountain, has no possibility of pulling out his sword on the top of Sword Mountain.

In this way, it also means that Ye Tian's trial has failed, and he has not passed the test of the Sword Shrine World, and even if he wants to accept it as a successor, he can only give up helplessly, because this is the special feature of the Sword Saint inheritance, from the very beginning, he repeatedly reminded Ye Tian that Ye Tian was to blame Ye Tian for not taking it to heart, thus wasting fifty years of precious time in vain.

…… (To be continued.) )