Sword master, sword spirit.

The master of the sword, without a doubt, is the one who wields the sword.

The sword spirit is a touch of spiritual charm born with the use of the sword master among the famous swords.

A simple sword spirit can't fight the enemy with a sword, and you still have to rely on the sword master.

But Ye Wuwu is different.

He is the sword master, but with the help of the Sword Spirit Ancestor, there is a slight opportunity to transform towards the Sword Spirit.

So is it possible that there is an existence that is both a sword master and a sword spirit?

It's possible.

Ye Wuwu's body is still there, and it has not yet decayed.

Even, his physical body was slashed by his sword at that time, causing his muscles and veins to be broken by the sword qi, his bones to shatter, and even the internal organs were all remnants of sword qi.

To put it a little unbelievable, if there is a swordsman here, he can even comprehend Ye Wuwu's body for a long time, and he can gain something.

This body is a natural sword qi.

"This opportunity is one in ten thousand, and even the opportunity to succeed is one in ten thousand, and there is no one in ten thousand to learn from."

At that time, hearing the words of the Sword Spirit Ancestor, Ye Wuwu just nodded and did not say anything.

This time, it was the turn of the Sword Spirit Ancestor to be puzzled.

"What happens if you fail?"

Ye Wuwu smiled dumbly.

Now that you have chosen to go forward, what do you care about the ups and downs?

To put it more bluntly, death or life, even if there is only a 1 in 10,000 chance, what will you choose?

But since the other party asked, Ye Wuwu still pretended to be surprised and puzzled, and said.

"What happens if it fails?"

The Sword Spirit Ancestor seemed to be a little disappointed by Ye Wuwu's attitude, and said.

"If you fail, then naturally your soul will be destroyed, and even the slightest chance to become a sword spirit will be gone."

Ye Wuwu sighed lightly and signaled that he understood, but out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the other party and frowned.

"Then why are you so happy?"

Hearing this, the Sword Spirit Ancestor glanced at Ye Wuwu, his expression was indescribable, and there was a slight strangeness in his words.

"If you fail, then this opportunity will be left to someone else."

Ye Wuwu was silent, and then nodded.

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The fairy swords are intertwined, and where they enter the eye, each sword reveals a unique and arrogant atmosphere.

As Immortal Sword Heavenly Swords, they are indeed qualified to be arrogant.

The sword, the soldier and the gentleman also.

Even after thousands of years of dust, they still do.

But Ye Wuwu's gaze was not a sword.

At this moment, because he is already faintly like a sword spirit transformation, in his sight, there are countless sword spirits with arrogant expressions.

The sword spirits have different forms, but they are all human-like, whether they are children with smart eyes, or indifferent old men with gray hair, or middle-aged men who are silent and sharp.

There are some sword spirits, obviously very close to each other, but there is no interaction in the slightest.

Adjacent for thousands of years, like the most familiar stranger.

Ye Wuwu couldn't help but think of the Sword Spirit Ancestor.

Could it be that it is because he has some residual consciousness of the ancestor, so he is completely different from other sword spirits?

Ye Wuwu finally understood why the Sword Spirit Ancestor wanted to keep him as a companion.

At first, he was still thinking, there are so many sword spirits here, whether you like men or women, there are them, and you are still worried about having no company?

But now it seems that these sword spirits who have been like a thousand years and can't hold back a word for a long time are really different from the sword spirit ancestors.

In other words, in fact, the Sword Spirit Ancestor is not normal.

How can a real sword spirit have so many strange emotions?

Ye Wuwu took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled it, and his eyes were clear.

For some reason, he seems to be more focused in this state of abandoning his body.

What he has to do now is to take these thousands of immortal swords to himself.

With those sword spirits.

What is the unity of man and sword.

Abandon everything, absorb thousands of immortal swords, and after thousands of tempers, use the sword as the bone, take the sword qi as the meridian, and become a sword by itself.

And Ye Wuwu himself is both a sword master and a sword spirit.

As long as he can withstand the collision of the sword intent of the tens of millions of sword spirits, and finally remain awake, then he is the sword spirit of this body.

If he unfortunately fails, then the sword spirit that occupies that body and persevers to the last will be reborn and become an existence like both a sword master and a sword spirit.

Giving up everything and turning into a sword spirit and forging a sword with oneself is the true unity of man and sword.

Now the question is, how to persuade the thousands of sword spirits in this place to make them willing to try it?

This place is full of heavenly swords and fairy swords, except for the heresy of the sword spirit ancestor, the rest of the sword spirits are more arrogant than the other.

The nature of the sword spirit is like this, if you want them to be willing to try for this, or even after failing, the sword spirit will dissipate, such a consequence, are these sword spirits willing?

If you succeed, only one person here will be able to leave unharmed, or rather, a sword.

Ye Wuwu thought about it for a long time, and finally, his expression showed sincerity, his eyes were firm, and he said loudly to those sword spirits in front of him.

"Everyone, listen to me."

The voice of the words was melodious, spreading in all directions with the unique method of the sword spirit, and all the sword spirits in this place could hear this voice.

The white-haired sword spirit opened his eyes slightly, as if he wanted to listen to the words of Ye Wuwu, a newcomer.

But more than that, his eyes were still closed, unmoved.

Ye Wuwu continued to speak aloud.

"Ladies and gentlemen, how long have you been here? Hundreds of years? Or a millennium? ”

"You were all the first-class famous swords in this world, the enemies you have broken, the things you have slashed, the realms you have passed, you can think of them, there are countless to come."

"People choose the king and the minister, and the bird chooses the good tree to rest."

"As a sword spirit of a famous sword, you naturally want to choose a good sword master, maybe one day, you will be able to cut through the sky again, cut through the sky, and look forward to the world."

"But in this place, even if thousands of years pass, there may not be anyone here, and even if someone comes, it is not necessarily a swordsman, even if it is a swordsman, it is not necessarily a sword master with a similar heart."

"Thousands of years after millennium, are you willing to wait like this forever? Until the sword is destroyed, I can't wait for the moment when the sword is released. ”

"In the lower leaves are worry-free, now I am willing to sacrifice my body for the sword, everyone in this place, if you want to leave this place and really set foot in the world, then melt into my body and cast the sword body."

"Of course, no matter how many of you are willing to try this, there will only be one sword spirit that will really survive in the end."

"In a thousand years' time, who can guarantee that this place will always exist?"

"This is the last chance."

Ye Wuwu's words all revealed Chen Ken and perseverance.

He is telling the truth.

In his thoughts, even if the arrogant fairy sword was left alone on this place for thousands of years without drawing the sword, he would be a little tired, right?

Moreover, it is unknown whether this Penglai Island, after this battle, can still exist.

But the scene in front of him made Ye Wuwu's eyes gradually gloomy.

There were a few immortal swords that trembled slightly, as if in response.

But that response was not empathy for Ye Wuwu's words at all, nor did it mean approval.

Many, is a deep mockery.

ridiculed Ye Wuwu's indiscretion and stupidity.

More immortal swords were indifferent, and the sword spirits either closed their eyes tightly or looked indifferent, not caring at all about Ye Wuwu's words.

There is not a sword, and no sword spirit is willing to try.

Even if the sword destroys the spirit after a thousand years, they don't want to be swayed by a kid, or even end up being someone else's wedding dress.

What are they, they are the sword spirits of the Heavenly Sword, and even the Immortal Sword.

The former sword masters were either sword immortals or land immortals, and that was their sword master.

The kid in front of him, even though he was dead and only had a conscious spirit body, was just a small ascent before his death.

Such words, such a realm, such a person, want to influence us?

Dream.

Ye Wuwu's eyes were a little gloomy, but his heart was silent, is this the arrogance of the sword?

He smiled suddenly, as if he had been misunderstanding something.

It's too difficult to follow the wishes of these fairy sword masters.

I respect them as heavenly swords and even fairy swords, respect their former sword masters, and respect their former sword style.

didn't think about it, but it ended up like this.

Aloof?

I'm not used to your arrogance.

Ye Wuwu suddenly took a deep breath, and then spoke loudly again, and his voice was loud, resounding throughout the entire sword shrine.

His tone was a little strange, with a somewhat relaxed smile, and said slowly.

"I'm not targeting anyone."

"I mean, everybody in this room is rubbish."

As soon as this remark came out.

Ten thousand swords in unison!

(End of chapter)