At this time, Lin Hu was completely unaware of the expectations and calls of his junior disciples, and he had even completely forgotten when and where he was now. All he had in his eyes was the sword in front of him! This sword, he didn't know if it could be called a sword!

This sword has no hilt, no blade, and the surface is uneven, and the material is neither wood nor iron!

This is the last sword Lin Hu found on the eighth layer, and even on the Ten Thousand Swords Catalog, there is only the shape of this sword, and I don't know anything about the name, sword intent, and history of this sword.

Lin Hu didn't know how long he had been trapped on this sword, and he didn't know how many times he had tried, but there was still chaos in front of him...

Fail again!

Lin Hu's heart was agitated, and he opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Countless failures did not make him give up, but aroused his hidden ferocity!

Lin Hu didn't care about it, and held the sword hard again, not even noticing that because of the force, the blood in his hand was oozing!

Blood stained the body of the sword, and this time, the sword actually reacted!

A desolate aura swallowed Lin Hu! When he came back to his senses, he was in a wild land. Countless ferocious beasts roamed the earth, and huge shadows in the sky passed by from time to time. Even the plants on the ground are full of sharp teeth and bloody mouths!

In such a harsh environment, a weak race has emerged, called the "Terrans"!

This human race has been hunted by vicious beasts and has been on the verge of despair countless times, but they have survived strongly!

They worked hard to reproduce, generation after generation, to strengthen their bodies and cultivate the Dao, they planted plants, hunted animals, cultivated the land, fought with the heavens and the earth!

In the end, the human race killed all the ferocious beasts, burned all the man-eating plants, swept away the eight desolations, and became the lord of heaven and earth from the weakest race!

Lin Hu came back to his senses, looking at the sword in front of him, his mood couldn't calm down for a long time...

If the heavens crush me, split the day!

If the earth hinders me, tread through it!

This is the will of my human race, this is the sword intent of the sword!

Lin Hu took out the Ten Thousand Swords Catalogue, and on the last page, a large blank space next to the last sword diagram wrote:

"The sword of man

Sword Bearer: Terran

Sword Intent: Spark of Stars, Self-improvement"

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After writing, Lin Hu was sharp and imposing, like a peerless sword!

Lin Hu laughed and threw away the Ten Thousand Swords catalogue and pen, and stepped upstairs.

Since entering the Shushan Sword Pavilion, it has lasted three years, and today, Lin Hu has read all the ten thousand swords of the Hidden Sword Pavilion, and felt the ten thousand sword intents of the Hidden Sword Pavilion! There is also the last one, the last sword intent is waiting for him upstairs.

Lin Hu stepped on the ninth layer step by step, and with each step, his momentum converged by one point, and when he reached the ninth layer, he was like a sword returning to its sheath, and his essence was restrained, and he no longer showed any edge.

The ninth floor was empty, except for an old man sitting in the corner, with his back to Lin Hu. The old man was dressed in a green shirt, and he sat there, not feeling the slightest breath. If Lin Hu hadn't seen it, he would have thought it was a void.

Lin Hu bowed his head, bowed his waist, stretched out his right hand, and pressed his sword to his heart: "Shushan Lin Hu, meet Han Sword Master!"

"Coming?"

"Well, the disciple is here!"

Han turned his head, looked at Lin Hu, and smiled: "It's not too late, there is still one day left in the year!"

Lin Hu also smiled: "The disciple is still a little slower." But finally caught up. ”

Han asked again, "Are you ready?"

Lin Hu nodded: "I should have received this sword three years ago." Without this sword, the disciple of Shushan has always been a little unsteady!"

Han smiled, stood up, paced in front of Lin Hu, looked at him and nodded, raised his right hand, and gently pressed his palm to the top of Lin Hu's head.

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The teenagers of Shushan have been returning to Shushan from Zhoucheng for seven days.

In this freshman exchange, the teenagers were defeated by one person and suffered a great setback.

Several sword masters did not comfort them with their failures, and did not even meet them.

Shushan sword cultivation is the most focused. If you focus too much on success or failure, indulge in victory and become complacent, and frustrate yourself in failure, how can such a person achieve something in kendo?

For their future, this is just a small episode, victory or defeat is meaningless, what matters is what you can gain from it. The sword masters hope that the boys will figure it out for themselves.

Fortunately, the teenagers in Shushan did not disappoint them. After a few days of frustration, everything is back to normal. The difference is that he has worked harder in his cultivation than before.

However, there are two things that the teenagers are always obsessed with!

The first thing is where did Zhou Ku go? Zhou Ku did not return to Shushan together, and since that time against the Eastern Qi Academy, Zhou Ku has never appeared again. When a few teenagers asked, the senior brother and uncle just said that Zhou Ku had his own way to go, so he didn't talk about it anymore.

The second thing is, of course, what is their senior brother doing now, the one-year period has arrived! Has the senior brother already read all the ten thousand swords? Is he asking his heart with one sword? Can the senior brother cultivate the sword intent he wants?

Every day when the sun sets, the teenagers finish their day's cultivation, and when they take a break in the bamboo sea, they will look at the Hidden Sword Pavilion from afar, thinking about their senior brother.

Those who are worried about the senior brother are not only those who worship him, but the entire Shu Mountain, whether it is the sword master or the ordinary disciples of the outer valley, will look at the hidden sword pavilion when they are free, thinking about what that cute fat man is doing now, can he come out quickly.

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Lin Hu has gone through the Sword Book of Asking Hearts, and has also communicated a lot with several senior brothers who have a single lineage. Therefore, the young man has made sufficient mental preparations for the Sword of Inquiry, and he thinks that he has a firm determination to cultivate the sword, and he should be able to face everything calmly, so as not to doubt and waver!

However, the young man's experience this time seems to be different from what several senior brothers said.

When Han Jianzhu's palm pressed on the top of his head, Lin Hu closed his eyes, and then opened them to be already in a jungle.

He is still Lin Hu, but he is no longer the Lin Hu of Shushan, he is a fifteen or sixteen-year-old soldier who just enlisted in the army this year.

Early in the morning, a group of soldiers were eating around the fire, and Lin Hu was also sitting in it. This group of troops has been out for an unknown amount of time, and supplies are far from sufficient. The rice porridge in the bowl had a few pieces of wild vegetables floating on it, and the bottom of the bowl was almost visible. Lin Hu drank the porridge in the bowl in a few sips, touched his stomach, and felt empty.

An uncle next to him saw Lin Hu's appearance, came over, cut out half of the small rice in the bowl, and poured it into Lin Hu's bowl.

Lin Hu just wanted to excuse himself, but the uncle slapped him on the back of the head: "You little baby, you are still growing your body, eat more to have the strength to kill the enemy!"

The uncle glared at Lin Hu, couldn't help but say, finished pouring the porridge, drank the rest of his own in three or two sips, and stood up. Walked to the side and concentrated on brushing his horse.

What kind of army is this! The people in the army are not very old, the elderly such as the uncle are only in their early thirties, most of them are only weak, and there are many "little dolls" of Lin Hu's age.

Almost all the people around were injured, and most of the black armor on their bodies were torn, and there were stains on them, and if you looked closely, they were all dried bloodstains! Although they lacked food and clothing, everyone's faces were not half confused and desperate, but they were all full of confidence, and their eyes were shining!

Suddenly, a horse flew out, like the wind swept by: "The general has an order, set off in a moment! Target, Pingyang City!"

"Order!" the people commanded.

Everyone put out the fire, put on their armor, and turned on their horses.

Lin Hu also put on his armor, put on a helmet, and rode on a horse with a spear in his hand!

"It's time, let's go!" the team whispered.

"Bang" "Bang" The entire mountain forest was full of the sound of masks being lowered, tens of thousands of horsemen in black clothes and black armor, with iron armor covering their faces, leaving only two eyes outside, rushing out of the forest!

Horses trample on the earth, smoke and dust bursts, only thunder rolls in the heaven and earth, birds and beasts scatter!

Lin Hu raised his eyes and looked at the blood-colored banner in front of him, which had a word on it:

"Forest"!