When the sun slowly rose from the far east, Jian Hui also left at the same time, no matter what, he had to find Dugu Jian, the sage of the sword, the opponent he was looking forward to.

Looking at the dazzling sunlight, Lin Ye's eyes narrowed slightly, and in a voice that only he could hear, he slowly said to himself: "Monk Emperor, if you have really seen through it." So the opponents I was expecting, will they really come on their own? When will they come? ”

The Tianjing in his hand was held tightly, as if in response, Tianjing suddenly let out a slight shock, and then the entire sword peak suddenly emitted all kinds of sword sounds.

The sound of the sword made by the Sky Crystal, the sound of the sword made by the hero sword, and the sound of the sword made by the ten million long swords.

The sound was like a torrent of thunder, and it was impossible to ignore.

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

Lin Ye gradually walked towards the Sword Peak, preparing to live here temporarily, but he also had to have a house to live in, otherwise he would not be able to sit on this mountain peak all day long.

After finding some trees, it didn't take much effort to build a simple hut.

It doesn't look great from the outside, but it's habitable and stable.

After the wooden house was built, Lin Ye went down to the sword peak and went to the town to buy some necessities for life.

By the time everything was perfected, it was almost dusk.

Sitting in the cabin, Lin Ye looked at the heavenly crystal in his hand, his mind calmed down, the internal qi in his body was intertwined in the heavenly crystal, and the whole person's god was even more invested in the heavenly crystal.

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

A feeling of being connected by blood. It was as if he and the sword in his hand were indistinguishable from each other.

With his own sword qi to herd the sword, Lin Ye was on the sword peak day after day, not practicing the sword, not cultivating the sword, not understanding the sword, just like this all day long to nourish the heavenly crystal.

Two years later, on this day, Lin Ye sat on the sword peak, holding a heavenly crystal that bloomed with this white and blue crystal in his hand. There are also two bronze stone swords by his side, the Hero Sword.

At this moment, the sword peak was shrouded in a silvery white, and Lin Ye had not left the slightest in the past two years, except for going to the town every day to buy some life and food.

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

And challenge the world's masters, known as invincible opponents all over the world, and no one is its opponent.

The so-called Sage in the Sword was originally about to truly become the Sage at this time.

However, Lin Ye did not know the news about whether Jian Hui had found Dugu Jian and challenged him.

And in the middle of these two years. Lin Ye has always lived on the Sword Peak, and he has also seen many swordsmen of all kinds.

These swordsmen all had the same purpose and idea, that is, they themselves were the heroes of legend, the masters of the heroic swords.

But none of them were able to climb the Sword 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 have the qualifications to touch the Hero Sword, let alone the true owner of the Hero Sword.

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

A cold wind blows from afar. The snow drifted away, and on this day, a special person and a special swordsman suddenly ushered in on the Sword Peak.

Originating from the swordsman's induction, Lin Ye's eyes slowly opened and looked towards the bottom of the sword peak.

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

A sword aura that was colder than ice and snow.

Scattered snowfall. The wind was howling, accompanied by the continuous approach of the sword qi, and with the continuous falling of the snowflakes, a figure from afar greeted the flying snow. Walked up to this sword peak where ten thousand swords were buried, and walked up to this sword peak where there were two lonely swords waiting for its master.

"Huh!? It's so strong that the sword is solemn. His complexion changed slightly, and Lin Ye showed a dignified color.

His eyes were fixed on the figure in the distance.

"The snow is falling, just like my person and heart." Snow-white hair, pale face, cold words, bleeding sword.

With those cold words, Lin Ye finally saw what kind of person that figure was.

"Powerful swordsman, are you here for the heroic sword?" Looking at the person in front of him, Lin Ye said slowly.

"Who I am should be your question at this moment. But an unfamiliar name will only make the doubts deeper. Why did this stranger come? So you choose to ask me what the purpose of my trip is, but if my answer is different from what you think, it will bring even more doubt. But I will still tell you my name, remember my name. My name: Wu Wu. The mysterious swordsman, with his hair caressing his pale face, and his cold words without the slightest emotion, spit out from his mouth and drilled into Lin Ye's ears.

"I don't have much interest in your name, and I won't be confused by you, I just want to know if you can overcome me with the sword in your hand and the Tao in your heart." The heavenly crystal in his hand was raised slightly, and Lin Ye looked at the mysterious swordsman named Wuxian in front of him and said in a deep voice.

"This question, then ask the sword!" The words fell, and as soon as he knocked the sword and asked, the flat ground suddenly became three feet cold.

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

The sword in the hand of the Wu Wu was all ink-colored, and there was red in the ink, but its essence Lin Ye could feel that it was just the worst ore, and it could not become a sword at all, but after its owner tempered it day and night with sword qi frost, it actually became a divine weapon.

Lin Ye looked at Wu Yan and said in a deep voice: "Looking at the texture of this sword body, this iron must not be able to withstand the quenching of the sword qi frost flower, and it has been broken countless times, and the inferior iron has long become a crumb, but the holder deliberately refines it, and the scrap iron is reborn in the waste, and now it has become a strange soldier." ”

Wuxian nodded and said: "This sword is unique in the world, and your vision is not bad." ”

Lin Ye nodded, and then asked with some doubts: "Although I can see the original iron of this sword and the quality of the quenched, I can't see how the inferior iron can withstand the frost of the sword qi and refine it into steel from the broken iron crumbs. ”

Wuxian shook his head and said to Lin Ye: "I will use my blood to herd the sword, and I will not give up for ten years. Untie this sword qi, and I'll come back in three days. ”

With that, the ink sword waved, and the sword qi greeted the guest on the ground, leaving a sword mark three feet deep and deep.

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

"Mysterious man, strange guy, but the sword breath on this person is terrifying, there is no Shen Xiong ancient spirit, what he says is cold and cold, it seems that everything is indifferent, but when he knows that the sword is cast from scrap iron, he is willing to spend ten years with blood to herd the sword, and the scrap iron is hardened into a strange divine weapon, this person's paranoia is extraordinary. Who is he, and what is he doing here? Although I said I didn't care about it before, but I couldn't help but think subconsciously in my heart, Lin Ye looked at the sword mark on the ground and said secretly in his heart. (To be continued......)