Morton's face was filled with infinite anticipation for the future.

"From this day forward, you are the latest generation master of the Denario Sword God Vault. He said solemnly to Essusyan, and at the same time a strange sensation flashed in his gaze, making it seem as if he had gained and lost a lot at the same time.

"I hope that you will not be frightened, that you will always be accompanied by hope, that the sharp blade in your hand will become a source of light, and that you will finally be able to break through the sky, and that you will be able to save countless times even if you are in danger. He said, and couldn't help but laugh.

"What am I thinking?" he suddenly laughed at himself, his slightly vicissitudes of life on his face that made people feel sad: "Why do I suddenly hope that all this is just a dream?"

Ai Suyan was silent, just looked at him in a daze.

"By the way, the alternation of day and night in the greenhouse is the same as the outside world, and please remember that it is only in the fifth year after my departure, when the date also runs to this moment, that the door of the secret room will suddenly open, and the elevator will automatically descend to the bottom of the peak, until you are once again welcomed into the outside world. ”

"Farewell, son, may your father's soul in heaven be more proud of you than to protect thousands of lives. ”

"Do you know, a sword-wielding man who is not a king or a brave man? Only a pure and pure heart can resolve all the grievances and grievances in the world. ”

"It's not too early, there are some things in Longye Village that still need to be dealt with urgently. ”

With that, he resolutely turned his body, waved his hand back, and then his back faded away, and in the process the color of his body slowly turned from color to gray, and then to a phantom that disappeared completely.

Leaving Ai Suyan alone to stand quietly in place, the wind in the greenhouse gently blew the silver hair on his forehead, his thin body suddenly trembled violently, and in this secret world where no outsiders could be hidden, he finally began to cry silently alone.

"Actually, I forgot to tell you that all these years with you have been as bright and beautiful as the sun, Master Morton, but I'm sorry, I have the destiny of being a prince. But the big tears still rolled to the ground: "After staying for such a long time, I don't even know if I will gradually forget your appearance, just like I once forgot my father's appearance." ”

At this moment, a fiery red maple leaf fell on the ground in front of him, and he couldn't help but pick it up.

With tears in his eyes, he found that the surface of the maple leaf was engraved with some criss-crossing silver-white frost lines.

"Master said that this is a symbol of magic. Suddenly, he muttered to himself, and then looked at the clear sky above him, only to see that it was still as clear as if it would never rain.

Time flies, and four years pass quietly in the blink of an eye.

Over the years, Ai Suyan has maintained the habit of reading books and practicing swordsmanship in the morning and evening, because he is aware of his family's identity and status, he has chosen to practice the ancestral silver swordsmanship like his ancestors, whenever he is tired and tired, he will come to the Phantom Sword Hall, use the divine stone to make up for his sanity and physical strength, when he is hungry and thirsty, he will go to the wilderness, collect and eat berries to maintain his life.

His swordsmanship has improved by leaps and bounds, and he understands that everything here is indeed the most ideal holy place for sword learners.

Finally, one day, he stood proudly near the fountain, and then in a posture of looking at all things, he really faced the "Demon Warrior Circle", he frowned, but he did not instinctively stretch his finger to the red button to solve the urgent need in front of him.

His gaze had become as ruthless as a mature warrior, and when he saw the magic warrior in front of him rushing towards him, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and then his backhand was a silver sword wave, which struck the opponent in front of him like white lightning tearing through the air, and in an instant, the entire style of the secret room seemed to have quietly changed because of this powerful blow.

The sword qi rolled in, and the expressionless magic warriors in front raised their swords at the same time to block the fight, and in an instant, the sword wave was like the energy of another time and space, which made the warriors' bodies suddenly become extremely fragile.

At the moment of the collision of powers, the surrounding dust flew, and the sound of gold and iron resounded fiercely, and in the center of the battle, the warriors of the magical power structure retreated one after another, and the joints of their bodies made a "squeak" as if they were about to break, and the sword wave dissipated, but the scattered streamers were still scattered and floating on the battlefield, as if the strongest was rudely mocking the weak.

Although it was a magical creation and did not possess full life, the demon warriors were temporarily stopped by this blow. At the same time, Ai Suyan raised the sword in his hand with both hands, then condensed the surging sword qi on the blade, and then struggled to plunge into the stone ground of the trial ground under his feet.

With a loud "boom" sound, as if a violent earthquake had suddenly occurred, the originally solid ground was lifted by the powerful silver air flow in an instant, and the traces of the shattering spread from the center to the periphery and cracked countless deep pits, and the debris and mud and dust were wrapped in unimaginable power, and in a short time they filled the sky over the entire trial ground, and from a distance, it was like a giant meteorite smashing on the fragile surface, a spectacular scene filled with smoke and shaking the mountains.

The demon warriors lost the center of gravity on the soles of their feet under the shock, and their bodies shook, like blue sculptures about to collapse, and some of them even lost their way forward in the flying rubble, at this time, the tip of Ai Suyan's sword lightly touched the ground, and then jumped above the warriors' heads impartially and gracefully, and then the sword in his hand swung wildly, surrounding the silver-white swordsmanship aura around him, as if he was about to break through the sky.

Countless waves of silver swords gradually struck down, like thunder sounding on the ground, and the demon warriors were hit one after another, and they didn't even have time to fight back in the flying dust and mud before they were smashed by the silver sword qi that had already entered the high-level realm.

As the number of demon warriors gradually changed from a few dozen to a handful of them, the situation on the battlefield forced one of them to suddenly and unexpectedly change.

It turned around and began to run towards the periphery, like a timid soldier who had shown himself on the battlefield before he could fight.

However, in the face of this situation, Ai Suyan did not initiate pursuit, he just slowly lowered and pressed the red button next to the fountain.

All of a sudden, the few remaining demon warriors disappeared completely.

"It's effortless, and that's my kindness. He put away his sword and muttered to himself.

After a while, next to the bookshelf in the hall of the Secret Archive, Prince Ai Suyan, who had already practiced the highest level of silver swordsmanship, slowly opened a heavy book with a slight thought in his eyes.

"When I first learned the Silver Swordsmanship, I found something strange on the title page of the book called 'Breath of the Sword Plain', so what is it?" he began to remember desperately.

"The Sword Classics only vaguely mentions that he is related to the so-called 'sublimation' realm, and can accumulate over time, but why do I feel that I can't use it?"

"However, anyway, my strength is already a top-level swordsman at this time, but I always have a hunch that I am far from really knowing everything about this place. ”

He habitually picked up a golden cover at the bottom of the shelf, the surface of which was engraved with a delicate book with the pattern of a fire-breathing dragon, and on it was marked in the language of the humans of the Daneleo continent, "Sword God Secret Room, Sword Skill Ranking and Life", and then he began to flip the slightly yellowed pages with ease.

The first thing that catches your eye is the name of a person called Akles Dragonsword, and needless to say, Essyan already knows a lot about this person.

The record of him in the book is: the last descendant of the dragon sword family in ancient legends, the founder of the sword god's secret room and the first generation of master and guardian, was born in the "Aurora City" in the north of the Ilir Kingdom, and received the baptism of the 'Fountain of Life' at the age of six, so he was invulnerable, joined the army at the age of fifteen, and became the "Sword of the First Generation" of the Denario treasure at the age of twenty At the age of thirty-five, after defeating the last enemy of his life in the 'Aurora Valley', he died near the city of Ysu on the way home, and his wife Elf Princess Sophia was grief-stricken, but she still worked with many mages to successfully bury her bones in the mysterious "Beginning Realm". Later generations will pay equal attention to force and wisdom, and he will be honored as the "Star Beginning Sword God" from the bottom of his heart.

However, the most surprising and fortunate description in the book was the swordsman who was ranked fifth in the overall ranking.

Carl Lokdan, the son of the Silver Wing Queen Sida, the 1027th generation master and guardian of the Sword God Secret Room, the owner of the holy sword "Life Infusion", when he was a child, the country Chen Ping, so he chose to travel, at the age of 20, the Kingdom of Hastan invaded the Silver Wing, and then returned to inherit the "Throne of Glory" and led the people to resist the tyrannical rule of Hastan, and repeatedly smashed its crazy attacks on the Silver Wing Realm, and passed the throne to his only child Essor Lokdan, who died subsequently when he was seriously ill at the age of thirty-two, and was honored by the residents of the mainland. Sword of War".

Whenever he reads this paragraph, Ai Suyan will always laugh out loud unconsciously, which may be a kind of joy and pride from the heart.

My grandfather faced things that he did not run away from, but how could this not be the case for me?